Anecdote to a Prelude
People were talking in the bathroom one day
About the facts of life
When living in a village of thousands
everybodies fraviloties is everybodies strife
The facts they spoke of were many,
But one remained an allegory
like losing a divorce trial
and giving give allimony
The anecdotes and the rumours
gave room to fuss and toil
and gave her emotional tumours
and smothered her broken soul
The whispers of the lead up to -
the prelude - the prologue
the shoutings if the real and the new
the fashion of the showdog
the communtiy shared every fable,
every feel and every joy
they shared every single christmas
and gave and took every toy
Communal bathing and shower
communal laudry day
A suffolcating experiencing tower
but they were comforted in every way
Every pimple was known to them
every gross little habbit
all of their fickle shedding
they all had to have it
Fights and fall out were not foreign,
In fact, they were known through and through
But every fight resulted in
a happier reconciliation too
A linked people by blood and love
were burned alive today
They cried and scremed so loud and high
but they never gave her away
You see, some pirates came and demanded
a girl that they could capture
but no one would give away their community
not for any exquised rapture
A fine example of stature
this village gave to show
their bonding adoration
for each other a warming glow
Now they are together
in eternity
when you die, how it happens
matter greatly
Their sacrifice was little
only a mortal coil,
and every drop if spittle they felt
was a drop of gold in perpetuity royal
And now as a community kings are born
and they live how they did in life
but now they live in royal style
nothing to harm them no more wiery strife
livining poor and together
and sacrificing all
meant dying and rising forever
and existing universally tall
Obsession
Hot. Smoldering. Suffolcating.
Exilerating. Sensual. Infultrating.
Dizzy. Free. Open Harmony.
Wet. Cold. Extreme Irony.
Focus. Inescapability.
Harness. Emotion. Predictability.
When obsession drives your thinking
Controls every movement, every whim
when it dizzies your focus
and smolders your will.
when thinking becomes reasoning
when imagination becomes circular
when your heart goes treasoning
when words become vernicular.
when hot goes wet, and wet goes cold
when feeling goes through dry and old
when thoughts collide
and pores draw sweat
trolloping and abide
the law needs no pet.
obseesion. drive. hallow abyss
feeling deprives thoughts of all.
obsession.depression. total amis
wanting. waiting. deprived. apall.
obsession. conviction. excitement
denial. anxious. enditement.
Obsession is good for the body
Obsession is good for the soul.
Obsession the wielder of everything
Obsession the ruler of all.
Originally posted by Laviera_j
Syren, you are so sweet! 😄Thank you for the support. Hey, do you have a poetry sig here? I would like to review some of your work
http://www.killermovies.com/forums/showthread.php?s=&threadid=292473&perpage=20&pagenumber=1
My Poetry thread 😮
Originally posted by Laviera_j
ObsessionHot. Smoldering. Suffolcating.
Exilerating. Sensual. Infultrating.Dizzy. Free. Open Harmony.
Wet. Cold. Extreme Irony.Focus. Inescapability.
Harness. Emotion. Predictability.When obsession drives your thinking
Controls every movement, every whimwhen it dizzies your focus
and smolders your will.when thinking becomes reasoning
when imagination becomes circularwhen your heart goes treasoning
when words become vernicular.when hot goes wet, and wet goes cold
when feeling goes through dry and oldwhen thoughts collide
and pores draw sweattrolloping and abide
the law needs no pet.obseesion. drive. hallow abyss
feeling deprives thoughts of all.obsession.depression. total amis
wanting. waiting. deprived. apall.obsession. conviction. excitement
denial. anxious. enditement.Obsession is good for the body
Obsession is good for the soul.Obsession the wielder of everything
Obsession the ruler of all.
fits the mood of my van helsing story 😄
Originally posted by Syren
http://www.killermovies.com/forums/showthread.php?s=&threadid=292473&perpage=20&pagenumber=1My Poetry thread 😮
Hey I loved the very first one! Really funny and creative! I will get thorugh the rest as soon as I can!
Yesterdays Benevolence
Readily achieving and yet loving. Forgiving.
He sits on his thrown and watches.
Beginnings and endings and life-living,
his linnen shirt he starches.
Beneath the oaken wood of his thrown
and thorugh the leather throngs,
His feet lie tapping in a dull tone
and his servants sing him worshipping songs.
His hair is an orange from the sun dripping down,
His skin is a deathly white.
His name is the ultimate NOUN,
and his bark is as bad as his bite.
Season to season, rains to rain,
The fall of the sun in the night.
He sees all sin and sees all pain,
and puts them all to right.
A man you say,
who lives this way,
Impossible, improbable indecent!
A man this day?
A man hooray!
Possible, wonerful, apparent!
But then you turn your head to the side
and see the tall wall mirror.
The reflection you see does not abide
with the laws of reality - and you shiver.
All in black with a long gaunt head,
you've seen the all impossible.
For the man you see is what will be
if every man got his ultimate fantasy.
Women who bow and sing their praises,
and women who scrub the floor.
Well typical really - a man who lazes,
and women shoulda all adore!
But a dreams a dream -
thank goodness for that!
And now I shall go,
and bow, and take off my hat.
Originally posted by Laviera_j
Yesterdays BenevolenceReadily achieving and yet loving. Forgiving.
He sits on his thrown and watches.
Beginnings and endings and life-living,
his linnen shirt he starches.Beneath the oaken wood of his thrown
and thorugh the leather throngs,
His feet lie tapping in a dull tone
and his servants sing him worshipping songs.His hair is an orange from the sun dripping down,
His skin is a deathly white.
His name is the ultimate NOUN,
and his bark is as bad as his bite.Season to season, rains to rain,
The fall of the sun in the night.
He sees all sin and sees all pain,
and puts them all to right.A man you say,
who lives this way,
Impossible, improbable indecent!A man this day?
A man hooray!
Possible, wonerful, apparent!But then you turn your head to the side
and see the tall wall mirror.
The reflection you see does not abide
with the laws of reality - and you shiver.All in black with a long gaunt head,
you've seen the all impossible.
For the man you see is what will be
if every man got his ultimate fantasy.Women who bow and sing their praises,
and women who scrub the floor.
Well typical really - a man who lazes,
and women shoulda all adore!But a dreams a dream -
thank goodness for that!
And now I shall go,
and bow, and take off my hat.
ooh! 😱 wonderful, one more, mon ami 😊 it 🤘 -ed!
hmm...i wonder whose it about... 😖hifty: 😆