Poetry Thread

[bloodrayne]

Should I do one for you next? You know how I love famous extremist females.:eek:

Ok, If we're going to write poems for forum members, I'm posting the one that I wrote for Dustin 4 years ago (of all the poems I've written, it's still my favorite) :

Dark Angel

Out of the deepest darkness,
A magnificent creature appeared,
He approached through swirling gray mist,
Awakening my curiosity and fear

I stood still, watching and waiting,
Pondering his malevolent intentions,
Intrigued and nervously anticipating,
The revelation of this dark apparition

Slowly and silently, he came to me,
As black clouds swiftly crossed the sky,
Soft echoes whispered, "Eternity",
All around me, and inside my mind

Confusion overwhelmed me,
Was this a nightmare or a dream?
I was unable to think clearly,
Should I sigh or should I scream?

Soon he was in front of me,
I was able to look into his eyes,
They were black, but not empty,
My reflection was inside

Slowly, he spread his huge, black wings,
Raising them high into the night sky,
In his chest, something red, and glowing,
Was the only part of him that seemed alive

In the darkness, its brilliance nearly made me blind,
I thought that it may have been blood or fire,
With a black twisted claw, he reached inside,
As if he knew, what my mind had inquired

He removed the object, without a word being spoken,
It was so bright that I could see, what I couldn't see before,
That this amazingly powerful being was broken,
A beautiful face, filled with pain, Impressive wings tattered and torn

Without ever speaking, he made me understand,
Everything suddenly became clear in my mind,
As he placed his still-beating heart in my hands,
I knew that this dark angel, was forever mine

[The Flayed One]

*ahem*

Not long ago, but far away
On a dark and dreary day
This is where my horrid tale begins

If my pen dictates it right
You'll turn pale and die of fright
Or ridicule my writing; it depends

In a shack gone dank with dust
Metal siding aged with rust
And evil symbols carved into the door

Underneath a pregnant sky
Through which howling wolves shrill cried
A robed and cackling figure crossed the floor

Erwin Twystye was his name
An inbred doctor of no fame
Unlike his dad, with whom he was no match

His father, 'neath incestuous swoon
Produced a son that was a loon
Who studied pouring whiskey down his hatch

Twystye now away did slink
Towards the porcelain kitchen sink
And started mixing regents in a flurry

Everything he had he threw
Into his primordial stew
While drinking gin until his voice grew slurry

Cracks of lighting smote the ground
As Twyste cackled, leapt and bound
And staggered in a drunken swaying motion

Amongst the dank and molded mess
The Dr. finally found success
In brewing up a secret Goblin Potion

[bloodrayne]

*ahem*

Not long ago, but far away
On a dark and dreary day
This is where my horrid tale begins

If my pen dictates it right
You'll turn pale and die of fright
Or ridicule my writing; it depends

In a shack gone dank with dust
Metal siding aged with rust
And evil symbols carved into the door

Underneath a pregnant sky
Through which howling wolves shrill cried
A robed and cackling figure crossed the floor

Erwin Twystye was his name
An inbred doctor of no fame
Unlike his dad, with whom he was no match

His father, 'neath incestuous swoon
Produced a son that was a loon
Who studied pouring whiskey down his hatch

Twystye now away did slink
Towards the porcelain kitchen sink
And started mixing regents in a flurry

Everything he had he threw
Into his primordial stew
While drinking gin until his voice grew slurry

Cracks of lighting smote the ground
As Twyste cackled, leapt and bound
And staggered in a drunken swaying motion

Amongst the dank and molded mess
The Dr. finally found success
In brewing up a secret Goblin Potion

WOW *applauds*

That was seriously, SERIOUSLY good :)

[pinkfloyd45769]

Flayed,you have talent!That is really good;)

[Marley's Ghost]

Many good poets here
bloodrayne,festered and flayed
but despare has you all beat
his poetry is well played

[newb]

There once was a fellow O'Doole
Who found little red spots on his tool
His Doctor a cynic
said Get out of me clinic,
And wipe off that lipstick you fool!

[The Flayed One]

There once was an old man named newb
Who many folks thought was a rube
said he 'Tis not true!
I could talk at age 2
Were my lips not attached to a boob!'

[ChronoGrl]

My geeky senses are tingling with veritable glee.

Marley - You need to be around more often. This thread was awesome.
Festered - You're one of my favorite new people. The poems were fantastic (in terms of actual content and theme, while I appreciate this poetic ribbing, I'm definitely siding with you here), though I have to admit that I took sheer joy out of the punny "poet" names.
Despare - You always make me giggle.
Rayne - That poem for Dustin... Just proves that you guys are perfect for each other. :D I liked it a lot, actually (he's a very lucky guy).
Flayed - Who knew you were a poet? :p

It's actually really refreshing to be around people who not only know five dollar words, know how to use them, but can rhyme them as well (THAT'S talent).

And Newb...
There once was a fellow McSweeny
Who spilled some gin on his weenie
Just to be couth
He added vermouth
Then slipped his girlfriend a martini

That's... Just... Pure genius.

[crabapple]

ODE TO SQUIRRELISHNESS

Squeaking, screeching thing from hell,
How do you do your thing so well?
Tail ashiver in the cold night air,
Buck teeth shining in the moon's cold glare.

[neverending]

Guess it's my turn.

This is my night.
A night of unknown creatures
Lurking in the shadows,
And darkness the monarch.
For one night at least.

This is my time.
The time between times.
And those who journey forth
See things others cannot.
For a while, at least.

Dark figures do battle
In the eternal war
Greater than humankind
Would ever dare to dream.
I am one who fights.
Awake to the war
Most have no inkling of.

These are my friends.
The few who feel the same as I.
Alive for a night,
And merely watching other nights pass by.

This is my feeling
On the Hallowed Eve.
Each time it touches Earth,
I live again.


http://www.neverendingwonder.com/time.txt

[pinkfloyd45769]

Neverending,you are talented too.You guys all should go donate sperm,could get some pretty smart kids:D

[urgeok2]

.You guys all should go donate sperm,could get some pretty smart kids:D


i had to edit myself about 12 times on this one.

best not to say anything.

must not type

[bloodrayne]

Guess it's my turn.

This is my night.
A night of unknown creatures
Lurking in the shadows,
And darkness the monarch.
For one night at least.

This is my time.
The time between times.
And those who journey forth
See things others cannot.
For a while, at least.

Dark figures do battle
In the eternal war
Greater than humankind
Would ever dare to dream.
I am one who fights.
Awake to the war
Most have no inkling of.

These are my friends.
The few who feel the same as I.
Alive for a night,
And merely watching other nights pass by.

This is my feeling
On the Hallowed Eve.
Each time it touches Earth,
I live again.



This one reaches me on some strange, unknown level...I can't even explain it...I love the images I saw in my head when I read it, too

Extremely well-done :)

[pinkfloyd45769]

I had some pretty weird images in my head too,it has such a dark feel to it.I really like it:)

[ferretchucker]

Many years ago,
nobody would have known,
that this girl would be born,
who would totally pwn.

Her mind is great,
her eyes are dark,
her husband's cool,
she has left her mark,

She came to this place,
Being far from insane,
Who do I speak of,
Our magnificent Rayne!



I got more. Tune in next week for...CHRONO!

[ChronoGrl]

Many years ago,
nobody would have known,
that this girl would be born,
who would totally pwn.

Her mind is great,
her eyes are dark,
her husband's cool,
she has left her mark,

She came to this place,
Being far from insane,
Who do I speak of,
Our magnificent Rayne!



I got more. Tune in next week for...CHRONO!

NICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[The Flayed One]

*round two*

"I think my bladders acting up
I shall then forthwith Drain the pup"
Said he, and strained to navigate his space

Turning round and round he went
Till equilibrium was spent
And had no choice but need to plant his face

Twystyes' roommate wandered in
Stoned on weed and drunk as sin
And drank the potion down ‘til it was gone

Unbeknownst, he’d sealed the doom
Of his friend in the next room
And Dr. Twystye, passed out on the john

As he sat next to his friend
Mild twitching settled in
Twisting lips into a horrid frown

She put her hand up to his head
“You don’t look so good,” she said
“I think perhaps that you should go lie down.”

Then his face started contorting
In a rage, he starting snorting
As drool ran down betwixt his lips in streams

He’d turned into a horrid beast!
A goblin bent on human feast
Which made his friend spill shrill, bloodcurdling screams

Then, like she was so much pork
He stabbed her with a kitchen fork
And cast his former friend upon the floor

The goblin pounded, ripped and clawed
Tore and rended, gnashed and gnawed
Until the girl was just a pile of gore

Twystye then awoke and rushed
Away before he’d even flushed
To save the maiden from her sad demise

Alas! For her it was to late
The goblin feasted on her pate
Her carcass was already gathering flies

Twystye tried to run away
Unfortunate, to his dismay
The goblin took him down without a fight

From his head down to his feet
The goblin stripped of all the meat
His skeletal remains were pearly white.

[pinkfloyd45769]

Flayed,i like it:D

[The Flayed One]

Flayed,i like it:D

Thanks, hon. It's a very sloppy WIP right now, I'm afraid. One day I'll turn it into an illustrated childrens novel, I swear:D

[neverending]

Before you ask, WIP = Work In Progress.

[fortunato]

i had to edit myself about 12 times on this one.

best not to say anything.

must not type

hahaha

in context, this, for whatever reason, is the funniest thing i've read all day.

Guess it's my turn.

This is my night.
A night of unknown creatures
Lurking in the shadows,
And darkness the monarch.
For one night at least.

This is my time.
The time between times.
And those who journey forth
See things others cannot.
For a while, at least.

Dark figures do battle
In the eternal war
Greater than humankind
Would ever dare to dream.
I am one who fights.
Awake to the war
Most have no inkling of.

These are my friends.
The few who feel the same as I.
Alive for a night,
And merely watching other nights pass by.

This is my feeling
On the Hallowed Eve.
Each time it touches Earth,
I live again.


http://www.neverendingwonder.com/time.txt

excellent work, ne.
perfect reading for the season!

Thanks, hon. It's a very sloppy WIP right now, I'm afraid. One day I'll turn it into an illustrated childrens novel, I swear:D

holy smokes, flayed! i was thinking the exact same thing reading your poems:
"this would make a really good illustrated story."
seriously, if you ever get it made, be sure to let me know cause i'm buying one.

speaking of books, i'm thinking we could throw all of these poems (plus all of marley's others, of course) together and make a "poetry of HDC" book (hey, it even rhymes!)

[The Flayed One]

holy smokes, flayed! i was thinking the exact same thing reading your poems:
"this would make a really good illustrated story."
seriously, if you ever get it made, be sure to let me know cause i'm buying one

Thanks, Doc. That means a lot coming from a published writer. I'm very lethargic in submitting my material, and I get down on myself for it. I have a story hanging around down in the Horror Fiction section which I wrote to submit. I ended up only submitting it once, and I have no excuse but laziness. What I really need is a fire under my ass because I haven't been paid or won anything for writing in almost ten years.

[Despare]

Thanks, Doc. That means a lot coming from a published writer. I'm very lethargic in submitting my material, and I get down on myself for it. I have a story hanging around down in the Horror Fiction section which I wrote to submit. I ended up only submitting it once, and I have no excuse but laziness. What I really need is a fire under my ass because I haven't been paid or won anything for writing in almost ten years.

That one you just posted has been around for a while hasn't it?

[neverending]

Fortunato is not Doc, and to my best of knowledge, is not a published writer- though he might be.

[The Flayed One]

That one you just posted has been around for a while hasn't it?

Do you mean the poems, or the story "I Love You?"

[The Flayed One]

Fortunato is not Doc, and to my best of knowledge, is not a published writer- though he might be.

Wow. I guess I'm more tired than I thought tonight. Sorry fort & doc for the confusion. It still means a lot to me that an articulate member such as fortunato says those kind of things about my work.:o

[Despare]

Do you mean the poems, or the story "I Love You?"

The Twystyes one, but I did a search and found my answer.


Flayed and Eaten

Childrens book (demented) - 04-21-2006, 07:22 AM
Dr. Twystye's Secret Goblin Potion

[The Flayed One]

The Twystyes one, but I did a search and found my answer.


Flayed and Eaten

Childrens book (demented) - 04-21-2006, 07:22 AM
Dr. Twystye's Secret Goblin Potion

Yeah, it's actually went through constant updates for almost eight years. I never seem to be able to find an artist who is willing to commit, so like Xanadu, my work remains unfinished, possibly for eternity.:o

[Despare]

Yeah, it's actually went through constant updates for almost eight years. I never seem to be able to find an artist who is willing to commit, so like Xanadu, my work remains unfinished, possibly for eternity.:o

Drawing for dummies?
MissMacabre?


I hope I can buy it for kids I hope to have someday.

[The Flayed One]

I'd work with MM in a heartbeat, if she was interested.

And Despare, you wouldn't need to buy a copy. I'd send you a signed one for free.

[fortunato]

Fortunato is not Doc, and to my best of knowledge, is not a published writer- though he might be.

haha, no, i'm certainly not a published writer.

Wow. I guess I'm more tired than I thought tonight. Sorry fort & doc for the confusion. It still means a lot to me that an articulate member such as fortunato says those kind of things about my work.:o

haha, no problem, bud. actually i'd have to say it's an honor to be confused with a published writer. :D
regarding your work, i've sent you a message.

[X¤MurderDoll¤X]

here's a nice poem

Babies are my soup base, dark boys make it spicy.
Babies are my soup base, a white one will do nicely.
My secret ingredient is here to stay
so all your little babies better crawl away
Babies are my soup base, the ribcage is my top hat
Babies are my soup base, I'd like to see ya top that

[urgeok2]

here's a nice poem

Babies are my soup base, dark boys make it spicy.
Babies are my soup base, a white one will do nicely.
My secret ingredient is here to stay
so all your little babies better crawl away
Babies are my soup base, the ribcage is my top hat
Babies are my soup base, I'd like to see ya top that


that's my girl..


the daughter i always wish i had

:D

[stubbornforgey]

There once was a fellow O'Doole
Who found little red spots on his tool
His Doctor a cynic
said Get out of me clinic,
And wipe off that lipstick you fool!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!
thats awesome... 'giggles'

[Doc Faustus]

Wow. I guess I'm more tired than I thought tonight. Sorry fort & doc for the confusion. It still means a lot to me that an articulate member such as fortunato says those kind of things about my work.:o

As well it should. I'm cool with your mistake, because I get a nickel every time someone says my name. I think...I should read those contracts closer.

[The Flayed One]

As well it should. I'm cool with your mistake, because I get a nickel every time someone says my name. I think...I should read those contracts closer.

We dare not even speak his name, lest he see into our wallets!

[Festered]

Festered - The poems were fantastic


Apparently not, as somehow they were accidently omitted.

I'd like to talk more, but I'm reading this thread right now. http://www.horror.com/forum/showthread.php?t=37025

[ferretchucker]

Is this what was the ignore thread? I'm confused.

CHRONOGRL

Who knows what life would be like,
If a clam had no pearl,
Who wants to know what life would be like,
If we had no Chronogrl!

It would be like the sea without any fish,
Like the sky without any birds,
It would be like a hair in your favourite dish,
Like a book without any words.

It would be like a plant without any flower,
Like a Bee without any honey,
It would be like sweet without any sour,
Like a joke that just wasn't funny.

It would be like music without any tune,
like Star without any Buck,
It would be like the Earth without any Moon,
Wow, that would really suck!

[fortunato]

A Short Poem Concerning the Complications That Arise from Being Headless:

It's hard to eat bread
If you don't have a head.

[newb]

A Short Poem Concerning the Complications That Arise from Being Headless:

It's hard to eat bread
If you don't have a head.

WELL DONE ........WELL DONE....BRAVO

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v259/rockinmule/hands_clapping_lg_clr.gif

[urgeok2]

A Short Poem Concerning the Complications That Arise from Being Headless:

It's hard to eat bread
If you don't have a head.


you cant talk or sing
if you aint got that thing

[newb]

you cant talk or sing
if you aint got that thing

you forgot the shoobops

ya know

shoobop,shoobop,shoobop

[bloodrayne]

A Short Poem Concerning the Complications That Arise from Being Headless:

It's hard to eat bread
If you don't have a head.

you cant talk or sing
if you aint got that thing


Is this like a real 'thing', or are you guys making this up impromptu?

If you're just making it up, you're doing a great job...I'd love to see it expounded upon :)




On a side note: Damn, somebody whacked the hell outta this thread:eek:

[urgeok2]

you cant steer a tobaggan
if you dont have a noggin

[newb]

you cant steer a tobaggan
if you dont have a noggin shoobop,shoobop,shoobop


see....it makes a difference

[urgeok2]

a shoutout to the scots in the house !!


ye kint see ta read,
if ye nae got yer heed

[fortunato]

you cant talk or sing
if you aint got that thing

Haha! Perfect, Urge.
Excellent companion poem.

WELL DONE ........WELL DONE....BRAVO

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v259/rockinmule/hands_clapping_lg_clr.gif

thank you, thank you :cool:

Is this like a real 'thing', or are you guys making this up impromptu?

If you're just making it up, you're doing a great job...I'd love to see it expounded upon :)

Thank you, Rayne, my dear.:D
I have more:

A Short Poem Concerning the Complications That Arise from Being Deceased:

It's hard to eat bread
If you're dead.

[fortunato]

haha, Urge, you're way better at this than I am. :o

[newb]

a shoutout to the scots in the house !!


ye kint see ta read,
if ye nae got yer heed

here's to ye

http://www.the-martians.co.uk/images/scotty.gif

[urgeok2]

haha, Urge, you're way better at this than I am. :o


i dont think so :)

[Leprucky Cougar]

Neverending,you are talented too.You guys all should go donate sperm,could get some pretty smart kids:D

I agree. Baby geniouses

[fortunato]

and another:

A Short Poem Concerning the Complications That Arise from Being Made Out of Bread:

It's hard to eat bread
When you're made out of bread.


...Okay. This is getting ridiculous.

[newb]

and another:

A Short Poem Concerning the Complications That Arise from Being Made Out of Bread:

It's hard to eat bread
When you're made out of bread.


...Okay. This is getting ridiculous.

that would be cannibalism.

[bloodrayne]

that would be cannibalism.

Night Of The Living BREAD...AHHH!!!!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ktD27xVIncg

[ChronoGrl]

Is this what was the ignore thread? I'm confused.

CHRONOGRL

Who knows what life would be like,
If a clam had no pearl,
Who wants to know what life would be like,
If we had no Chronogrl!

It would be like the sea without any fish,
Like the sky without any birds,
It would be like a hair in your favourite dish,
Like a book without any words.

It would be like a plant without any flower,
Like a Bee without any honey,
It would be like sweet without any sour,
Like a joke that just wasn't funny.

It would be like music without any tune,
like Star without any Buck,
It would be like the Earth without any Moon,
Wow, that would really suck!

Awwww, Ferret! That was AWESOME. Thanks. :D

I'll have to think of one for you, too.

[fortunato]

that would be cannibalism.

Night Of The Living BREAD...AHHH!!!!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ktD27xVIncg

haha, perfect video.

[bloodrayne]

haha, perfect video.

I thought you might like that :)

[Festered]

On a side note: Damn, somebody whacked the hell outta this thread:eek:


Yes, as you said elsewhere- "Odd, isn't it?"

[bloodrayne]

Yes, as you said elsewhere- "Odd, isn't it?"

I really think it was Zwoti...Coulda been Austin, but I don't think so

Not really "odd" per se

[Festered]

I really think it was Zwoti...Coulda been Austin, but I don't think so

Not really "odd" per se



Hmmm, maybe an invisible force of nature......like a zephyr or some other body of hot air. I'll have to Google a few science sites and look into the phenomena.

[bloodrayne]

Hmmm, maybe an invisible force of nature......like a zephyr or some other body of hot air. I'll have to Google a few science sites and look into the phenomena.
Nope...Still pretty sure it was Zwoti

But, whatever floats your boat

[Elvis_Christ]

Here's a peom I wrote that ended being used as lyrics for my bands song Human Pestilence:

Selfish apathetic feed by plates of death
This unaborted disease lays waste

The mother draws her last breath
Each day closer death

Here's a video of it if your interested: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wc0TJI6HNeo

[bloodrayne]

Here's a peom I wrote that ended being used as lyrics for my bands song Human Pestilence:

Selfish apathetic feed by plates of death
This unaborted disease lays waste

The mother draws her last breath
Each day closer death

Here's a video of it if your interested: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wc0TJI6HNeo

MOSH! :D

Great video, cool song

And I love to watch a guy play, too...Thanks for that :)

[The_Return]

Here's a peom I wrote that ended being used as lyrics for my bands song Human Pestilence:

Selfish apathetic feed by plates of death
This unaborted disease lays waste

The mother draws her last breath
Each day closer death

Here's a video of it if your interested: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wc0TJI6HNeo

Cool song - Which one are you?

[Festered]

But, whatever floats your boat

Consider my boat floating


http://i278.photobucket.com/albums/kk111/serenacce/ussgwb.jpg

....unless you'd like me to contribute another poem, that is?

[Elvis_Christ]

MOSH! :D

Great video, cool song

And I love to watch a guy play, too...Thanks for that :)

Thanks Rayne. We might make it out your guys way sometime when we strike it rich haha ;)


Cool song - Which one are you?

The ugly drunk bass player

[bloodrayne]

Consider my boat floating


....unless you'd like me to contribute another poem, that is?That would be cool...Would make much more sense in this thread than our current conversation :)

[bloodrayne]

Thanks Rayne. We might make it out your guys way sometime when we strike it rich haha ;)

AWESOME...Here's hoping it's soon...Umm...for you guys, of course...not just so we can hang out or anything...:D

[fortunato]

The ugly drunk bass player

Wow, Elvis. You play a mean bass, my friend.
Great stuff.

[Elvis_Christ]

Wow, Elvis. You play a mean bass, my friend.
Great stuff.

Thank you :o

[Despare]

Wow, Elvis. You play a mean bass, my friend.
Great stuff.

I agree, what's with all the goofy ass knitted hats though? Doesn't seem quite as hardcore as the music.

[Elvis_Christ]

I agree, what's with all the goofy ass knitted hats though? Doesn't seem quite as hardcore as the music.

Cheers dude!

It was winter I guess people sacrificed looking cool to keep warm.

[Despare]

Cheers dude!

It was winter I guess people sacrificed looking cool to keep warm.

Heh, they didn't look super warm either but I've never worn one so I wouldn't know, I thought it was some weird trend over there. Knitted hats with long ass pigtails haha. Gave me the image of Pippi Longstockings moshing.

[Elvis_Christ]

Heh, they didn't look super warm either but I've never worn one so I wouldn't know, I thought it was some weird trend over there. Knitted hats with long ass pigtails haha. Gave me the image of Pippi Longstockings moshing.

Just a bunch a grunger hippies haha

[The Flayed One]

That's badass, EC. Does FOE have an album I can buy?

[Doc Faustus]

I'm gonna do a book of horror poetry sometime in the next couple years if I can find a publisher, who's down. It will be mostly poems like this one:

Last Testament of Myron Clay, Carnival Barker

When June was too young to belch fire,
Like Mr. Inferno, who we’d picked up in White Plains, New York
We gave them dwarves, wild beasts and the queen of the wire,
We took the champagne and we popped the cork
For eager guests with ravenous faces
Who had given their Sunday to admire our work.
You see, this is a job that the public embraces
We are the mesmerists of their shame
Putting down repulsion when it rises
To rebuke them for a long day of games.

My wagons are chock full of Unchristian words
That those churchmice shout out in their dreams.
Those Christians watch those men who swallow swords,
In hopes that their little wives might follow suit,
But won’t compromise the comfort prayer affords,
By doing anything else but standing mute
And as the awful blockhead pounds those nails,
The girls can’t help but think he’s sort of cute.

We’d made our way from Hartford on the rails
To this Massachusetts town where we’d shown ‘em who’s boss.
That night I couldn’t hear the wolf boy’s tragic wails,
Since it was hours after the show and I slept on the sauce.
The mob even dragged the strong man to the ground,
Because mobs, like carnivals, live by their own laws.

When I woke, flames licked my feet and I was bound
Cause the mob who applauded before named me a sinner
For showing things as true as that the earth was round.
The body of the skeleton man looked even thinner
As he hanged beside the fat lady, his wife.

To act this way for God made the devil the winner,
As he lent the eager zealots the ankou’s scythe,
Which they used to cut down the men who told the truth
About the desperate ugliness that is life.


Then a cool hand on my cheek began to soothe
The pain from the loss of my friends and the fire’s heat.
A pale lady stood beside me in the light of her youth
And whispered that my days were not complete.
No townsfolk saw her, they just kept on adding more wood
And screaming that I’d never sit by God’s seat.

When they laid me down in the ground I understood
That this lady was sent by the devil below,
Though my body was charred, their flames had done no good,
But it was something that ignorant mob would never know.
So I came out from my grave into the light,
Determined to give these rubes a better show.

I wore a mask since my face was a grisly sight,
A frightening, elegant red-lipped harlequin,
And gathered up a gallery of rare delights,
That would once more tempt this goddamn town to sin.

In Africa, I found the dreadful gorilla man,
I got a lovely Pacific mermaid with scales and fins.
Twenty-five blushing geishas came from Japan,
There was a Turk who swallowed swords with awesome skill,
An Appalachian puma girl who looked grand
And with tigers and wolves I rounded out the bill.
A show the townsfolk certainly couldn’t resist,
With an army of attractions to do my will.

When we got to town, they thought there could never exist
A display so wanton and so beyond repentance
But when they watched it their faces were full of bliss.
Maybe somewhat moreso since they wouldn’t revoke their sentence.

The puma girl had every man there entranced
With feline contours that threatened their ascendance.
Though her fangs were bared, they still enjoyed the dance
Their catcalls and applause revealed their gaiety
And the measure of her success was in their pants.

The gorilla man enthralled all of the ladies
With great hairy arms that could snap them in half
And the eyes of a beast that had come forth from Hades
With a primitive, savage mind bent on wrath.
They were swooning and crying and frozen to the spot
And many of them were robbed of their breath.

Maybe half of that awful town had tickets bought
On a Sunday that was supposed to be holy
And I promised them all that these things would be naught
Compared to the magic of a thrilling finale.

When the sun set on the fairgrounds, I gave a yell,
A call to make my myrmidons all rally
To take these hypocrites to their circles of Hell.
When the cages sprang open, the townsfolk were all afraid,
It turns out that my horrors were chosen well.

The Turk had taken heads with his whirling blade,
And desperate men were trying hard to swim
Drawn into the tank with a lecherous mermaid.
The puma girl soothed many libido’s whims,
So men forgot about their wives and their daughters
As the gorilla man had taken advantage of them.

Such violence and lust defined the slaughter
Of which I had been a most gleeful host;
Ill used, sliced up, seduced and submerged in water.
And when the town’s rewards were finally just,
I knew that the devil would take for what he’d given,
When I saw my comrades who had gone to dust
Before my eyes as if they were still living.
They led me then to the place where I’d settle down,
I began damnation and I finished grieving.

[Elvis_Christ]

That's badass, EC. Does FOE have an album I can buy?

Thanks mate. We sold out of the live/demo EP we did but are recording some new stuff soon so I'll flick one your way.

[fortunato]

Thanks mate. We sold out of the live/demo EP we did but are recording some new stuff soon so I'll flick one your way.

Let me know, too. I'd like to pick one up myself.

[_____V_____]

Last Testament of Myron Clay, Carnival Barker

Doc, that is THE most marvellous piece of poetry I have read in recent times.

Really, if your poetry book will be having poems with that quality and depth, it will be a bestseller in record time. Mark my words.

[Elvis_Christ]

Let me know, too. I'd like to pick one up myself.

Will do. It'll just be another demo on CD-R but it should sound tidier than the last one. Keeping shit pretty DIY. Might look at putting a 7" out sometime.

[Doc Faustus]

Doc, that is THE most marvellous piece of poetry I have read in recent times.

Really, if your poetry book will be having poems with that quality and depth, it will be a bestseller in record time. Mark my words.

Thanks! I'm really flattered. I took a two year break from poetry and just returned to it last year. I'm getting one poem published in an anthology in March or so, but after that, everything will be sort of floating out there. Here's another one for anybody who's interested:
http://www.authorsden.com/visit/viewPoetry.asp?id=236360&AuthorID=91687

[fortunato]

Will do. It'll just be another demo on CD-R but it should sound tidier than the last one. Keeping shit pretty DIY. Might look at putting a 7" out sometime.

Excellent. Putting out a 7" would be so much fun. Always wanted to do that myself.

Doc, that is THE most marvellous piece of poetry I have read in recent times.

Really, if your poetry book will be having poems with that quality and depth, it will be a bestseller in record time. Mark my words.

Absolutely, Doc. _V_ is right. Quite a spectacular poem.
The way it's written, it pretty much played itself out for me in my head.
Great stuff.

[Elvis_Christ]

Excellent. Putting out a 7" would be so much fun. Always wanted to do that myself.


Yeh dude it'd rule. We'll probably be able to fit most of our set on one.