The Diveristy of a Moment

[Pete]

Twist Cap

the sand that filters from the air
this wierd feeling of joyful depression
a gentle knocking at the door
car bombs end life quiker than knives
shimmering hope inside my mind
dark glum thoughts of heavy talk
sword swallowers preforming an art
mines flutter to the ground creating empy graves
a shot rings out in the night
bombs fall on babies as they learn to crawl
a title that limits and holds back
its absence changes far too much
no opression in this dark gloom
a loss, unfelt, is so deeply stinging.

a machine created out of the flames
the silent man speaks and the cryer is shamed
slitting the wrist of this bleeding Earth
pain darkness and then dull hurt
yet also happiness, that is never far
scars heal into the fall
rocks cut worse then steel
yet it is not life that they steal
bottled up and over flowing
the crimson bottle empties onto the floor
spreading across the carpet beneath
light pierces thousands of eyes
skin chaffes and peels as pigs squeel
broken glass crunches under fot
shattered dreams reform the wreck
as before nothing seems to be
wine is the curse of the team
give this Earth time and patience
the blood of life contained is its own sweet poison.

[Larissa]

Sad and so true and sensitive !!

[Pete]

Shallow Thoughts

the floating words are barely heard
muffled by the heavy silence
a gentle back drop of the music of tears
guns pointed inside each ear
not a move, i stiffen and refuse to itch
only the pen on paper moves
the ice descends

grasping for waht truth may yet persist
the butch ***** back from a vacation
she left many starving
of course she does not care
the elite of society is always so pure
as pure as cigarettte scarred teeth

flip and slit, the blood navigates the tunnels
springing to fill a hole
to stop the rest of the flow

a hand shake to seal a possible path
still unsure like the sewage and the storm
when they mix the river gets a treat
don't swin in Poison Creek

BANG BANG BANG
his aim was good
i didn't see it coming
although i accepted it
now i lay in a puddle of blood
that did not hurt too much
the pain ends before it begins

our secret is well kept
both feeling what each bars
three deep welts on the back
six through the chest
geneva? who the hell cares!

a forest so silent and so pure
undisturbed, full of life
the path widens in lush greens
a battle scene lays in front
bodies on the ground, trees all around
scarred trees, disturbed trees
the forest is lost within the trees

so sure we are right
so much hurt when we are wrong
but still so right
the one hundred and forty third number
the stars emcompass truth as the night betrays all that is right

[Pete]

Another poem written at work...

Light, The Messiah

Darkness descends into blinding rays
Golden piercings and pure
Cutting a path across the sky
From their Eastern base
These blades are unrelentless
Sharper than the edge of the moon
Rounder than the perfect circle
The swords of the heavens
Gutted fish lay in its wake
Spilling the blood of the taineted priests
Who wear pants, too small, under their robes
Slaughtered children sleep soundly
The exit wound is large but clean
Murdered lays the saviour
Rasta Faria, Mohammed, Jesus
Stapled together and bare
No signs of struggle, only of death
It seems their truth has taken hold
In the hearts of the silver beams
That slit his slender wrists
Gold in Red in White in Nothing
So destructively peaceful the beam of light is
It kills just as easy as it births
The light has no conscience
Darkness has disappeared
No one greets the new day
They float in the jubalent red sea
Staring blankly at the giving sphere
As if thanking it for the pain it erased
By comming the smallest, most trivial crime
By dealing the final, truest justice
Ligh, and its indiscrimanate blades, shift uneasily
With no one left to pray for it
Karma destroyed forever
The end of history achieved
Gods look at the mass homocide
They walk this Earth dropping their tears
Of course they do not exist
With humanity died Strife and Faith,
The twins who are similar in persona and physic,
The lost dieties vanish into nothingness
Not before the blood is dilluted by their urine and tears
Darkness rises and envelopes this dead Earth
Stars timidly tiwinkle and are devoured by the sky
Nothing exists in this limbo
Humanity failed the purgatory and has been purged
A silver blinding ray pierces the Eastern horizon
Darkness descends and death solidifies into life
The cycle of sin into truth starts again
A new day, a new test, an old game
Roll the dice and see what appears
Stare the snakes in the eyes
The curse will last another age
Fish swim the sease
Exploding shatrs of hope spread the miracle
In the depths of red days blood is split
And the Gods prove their fallacy
Dive, now, into the dormant life of the unborn
Close the doors of Hell forvere
Cruising above the black waste the vapour is at home in death.

[Pete]

Not a Single P past the Title.

Piles of people place plasticine among placid preachers
Popes putridly please the pugalist and passes the purse
Praires pass in parts piled with plains as a person,
A perpetual person, percieves it while placed upon a plane
A platform praised by Puritans, proudly picking pears,
Peace, parsnip, and parsely, the prisoned prides
Pablo plays his prodigal part passing Pilgrims for pests
Part of the parcle plunges pleeing partisans with the powers of Purgatory
Practiced pleats plot the parched pail of pleasure.

[Pete]

Saidin

My dream is abox
Inside it everything is limitless
Until you hit a wall and realize reality
A silent knock at the door
The stacoo of machineguns after the peace is declared
Dreams are visions from the past extending into the future
Molding the mold
Digging the holes
Dreams are death
The tar that surrounds the world
Dreams are hope
Utilizing love and anger
Merging the two into one
Emblazing the product on another world
Dreams are my saviour
Allowing me to live in a world that cares
Not like this one
Those who appear the purest
The ones with the hallow souls
Are the ones who are corrupted
In my dreams I break away from reality
I turn the pages of time forward
Reading the every changing verses
And then I die...
The death of a matyr for my cause...
The death of a wasted life...
The death of a successful journey...
The death of a hero...
It always ends differently
But to live in a dream is to die alive.

[MJM]

the warriors

you and me kid we'll be right
in the dark streets of the lonely night
you and me kid we'll be right
blood and bullets shattered lights
me and you kid we'll be fine
sent for freedom the last time
me and you kid we'll be fine
they said young bobby stood on a mine
but it's ok boy you've got me here
it's ok boy don't you fear
if the tanks come rolling I'm by your side
when the bombs start falling I won't hide
but it's ok boy we are the free
it's ok boy you and me
you and me kid alone at night
you and me kid sent to fight
here by my side you're with your kind
here by my side you will be fine
you won't die alone kid not while I'm here
you won't die alone kid have no fear

[Pete]

A Smile Lingers in the Dark as the Flower still Blooms

Decrying a mission,
Falsifying uncontrolable divisions,
To silence a militant voice.
Degradtion in ones imagination
Spreading across minds indiscriminatly,
Fighting the pure, black sword
That slices through the crystal clouds,
Blinding eyes while the victims die.
Rejoice under the sunless noon!
Not a single cloud is in the sky!
The heat of summer devours the winter,
Inexplainably in this dark noon
Stars can be brightly seen,
Glowing down on us with a diabolical smile.

The Crimson Rose still grows.
It breeds the hope that suceeds,
By staying alive until the sun is reborn.

The heat blisters, yet snow still gently falls
As the factory works through the ever lasting night,
Burning endless numbers of bodies.
Sound is the first casuality;
Silence is the last.
So loud and quiet,
Deafening is this beastly anachronism!

Atleast the Crimson Rose still blooms,
Giving hope of future smiles.

[Pete]

Arcane Wishes

A whisper is the dark
The hoarse voice silently speaks
Animating an inborn grief
That has been compounded by cyclical failure
Established in the sould of the flame
Words pass back and forth
There is so much emotion in each
Qualitative measurements wieghing in high
Giving meaning to the hollow shell
So many thoughts per syllable
The words are not enough

Sheltered froma storm behind the rocks
A shattered island swept by sea and sky
Focusing on it brings blood to my eyes
On a short and shelly point
Reaching deep into the sea
Grasping futily at the jewels of the ocean
Hidding in a cave watching the hurricane
It smashes again and again into the walls
Water drips through many cracks
A moaning wind destroys any chance of sleep

Restlessly rolling on the mat
Unable to dispell the fears
That have been compounded in my skull
The inevitable will come soon
As it has in the past
Screaming as I never hit the ground
Plumetting endlessly into the fire
A mouth larger then the universe
The beast is swallowed by the skies

What I mean to say dies on my tounge
Some thoughts are never covalized
And they pass away without being sown
So sheltered, but by my own creation
Blocked from some of the pleasures of this world
I have build my own prison

Standing on the edge of a frozen lake
Hell froze over twice today
And the Devil grew wings, and then he flew away
I look and laugh a nervous chuckle
Chocking on the flem in my throat
My feet are encased in ice
I will never move again

The cell that is my mind
Limiting me in a cave
Allowing no escape from self doubt
Swiftly the ennui is on me
Forever and always I am pinned
My sooul is ripped from me and devoured
I am an empty man
Standing silently waiting for an eternity
Waiting for my turn to die.

[Pete]

A poem for a freind... :)

Cantos del Shannon

Sparkling in the soft waterfall
Rainbows shine from crystalized life
Brightening even the darkest day
Causing a brilliant display of love
Behind the wet curtain is a small cve
Two seats and a stone tablet sit on the centre
Watrching the seeking stones fall
As the light reflects and refracts off them
Creating a natural kalidescope

Shifting in dreams and confessions
Blissful silence and bitten lips
Words that may never be heard
Yet holding them is a sweet poision
Exhaling the minty breathe
Admitting this is great

Running in the embrace of the canopy
Smelling the flowers on the way
The greenish light dances on the floor
ndergrouwn reaches up to meet me
Wading through the comforting foliage
A smile crosses my face

Sitting on a silent hill
Watching the stars in the sky
One falls, two fall
The shooting stars fill our eyes
Sitting on a silent hill

Hey, my friend, can you hear me?
Do you understand my words?
Somethings cannot be said
Sometimes speech just fails

A blue pond, balanced in the elbow of the ancient tree
Its moss covered banks are a haven for life
The canopy opens above it, giving light to the delicate pool
Stillness rules the scene
Holy and calm in the night
During the long days, humming birds frequent
In a myrad of colours
More shades than the rainbow
Grasped tightly in the dakr the pool shines
A sweet green flow radiates
To stael a sigt is to smile forever
Beauty beyond measure, internal warmth that never dissapates

Following a new path, a risky path
Betweent he cliffs of the mountains
A narrow pass that radomly ends
So far it ahs been loyal, let us hope for continuation
Weeping tears are never produced
This jouiney is one without ennui
Shocking is the flavour of the sign
It is found on the bareen trail
But it has the taste of the sweetest fruit

By the time this message is recieved
The seed has already sprouted
You reap what you sow
Just make sure you are tending the right garden
A catalyst for creation
Shinning between deviations
And now I can see what is in front of me
I plee in hopes that it blooms
Showers are the tears of angels
The sacred water that creates life from death

[Larissa]

Beautiful, really! What a lot of good stuff you are producing, Pete!

MJM, too :wink:

[Pete]

I was thinking 'shannon shannon shannon shannon' i am very happy that she enjoyed it :biggrin:

[Pete]

A few things from ym Elftown diary:

2003-03-14

Showing fear is a signal of defeat to come
Yet I am not afraid to do so
My tail goes about and tells the others to run
This arrow is for my heart alone
I try and fail too often to want to attempt again
So I do nothing and it comes to me
Settles inside my mind and creates a wonderful waking dream
How? Why? Some questions need not be answered
Only through cryptic passages can they
"The Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills"
I can not control my own life or feelings
Torn in so many places at once
The directions are endless and this glue is rather weak
Oh well I say and stand up strong
I wrap the cape around a freind
Sing my from my lungs and land a kiss

A shallow breezes drifts from the mainland. Slowly if picks up speed as it crosses the sea. The water below is cold, and will chill a man if he walks in it, but of course no one hears the siren's song. Tonight is a night of magic, let the words be chanted and the chorus be sung. Life undying even as the Light fails me. Tonight I live in my dreams.

2003-03-12

Feasting on my new desire
It devours my soul, creating a sensatoin of destruction
A cat is perched upon my shoulder
Reaching down to cut my throat
To release Phera from her shame
So silent is the depressoin that the darkness does not fade
As you cannot recongize what is not know with out making it such
So it remains somewhere in the shadows that is its home
Until it speaks up and is dismissed

LIGHT! THE DAWN HAS COME FOR THE FIRST TIME IN A WEEK
LIGHT! THE UNDYING NIGHT HAS BROKEN
LIGHT! GUIDE US TO VICTORY
BY THE LIGHT WE SWEAR IT TO BE!

2003-03-08

Stumbling through the cages of time
I look up and all around
It is a different time here, a different age of creation
The light shimmers like a blue ball haunting the earth
Shortly time will pass into oblivion
As I make the final mistake on the first correctoin
My path is set, for now
And I am ready to go

Travelling through the trailless forest I sight a pillar ahead
"Ameidon Dollia Sillia"
A language beyond comprehension
Touching up I go insane
Fire streaks from my eyes destroying the haven I have created
Killing the kin of my sword
Blood rivers flow from the weeping trees
Time to hear is over, time to die is come

2003-03-05

A billion words hit me at once. A torrential down pour. As I talk to a friend, words do not come readily. Only emotions and images that must be converted to words. Disappointment often hides inside my words, but I have long since learned to hide them. The storm contiunes in my brain. Ennui. It is contagious and comes when it is bannished and leaves when it is welcome. If you welcome such feelings you are over them and they see no reason to harass you anymore. The slow and dreary music is no escape from what will come. The shadows of failure and death. The death of a dream is something that is common, the death of a wish is rare. Yet my wishes often feel the bullet enter their forhead before it takes their life away. A day of blinding light with the white sky and the white ground and the black thoughts....

[peaccenicked]

Nice poems comrades.

[chamo]

Wow, really top quality stuff CrazyPete, MJM too. I dunno how you can come up with so much good poem stuff.

[Pete]

older...

Someone Save Me Now!

This boiling rage
Inside of me
Boiling over the top of me
Why is it here
I can’t control it
Why is it here
Someone save me now

I’m falling into the crack
On the side of the day
Deeper into the hole
They try and create
Down and below
Someone save me
I’m over board

The lights flash
All around
Faster and blinking
I hit the ground
Outside is bright
Brilliant with light
Something is wrong
Someone save me now

Chorus

The heat is unbearable
Burning my skin
Separating my life
From what has been
Growing inside of me
I cannot control it
This rage I feel
Someone save me now

Chorus

The ashes I lay on
Are as cold as ice
Frost bits my body
And it begins to suffice
Up and down I feel the pain
Where I lay
Defenceless facing the world
Someone save me now

Chorus

Destruction is what I feel
What I create
What am I doing
I want to create
The wall I tear down
My bleeding fingers
No nails left on them
The destruction has eaten them
Someone save me now

Chorus

Into the ground
Pummelled by their heels
Spiked boots
And cruel fists
Keep me on the ground
The dirt mixes with my blood
Sprawled on the ground
They are going to kill me
Someone save me now!

Chorus

A truth I may not know
A tale I don’t want to hear
But my fears have grown
As the chain holds me back
Against this wall
I see the barrels pointed at my face
A bang
I think I am dead
Someone save me now!

Chorus
Chorus
Chorus

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Fantastic Images

A seeping wind

Wheezing under the door

Blockaded under a weight

Of collective guilt

Built up over the years

Of wasteful, hateful murder

As the blood spills down the stairs

Covering the floor

Staining it red

We sit in our high back chair

Eating our deceptive dinner



A miserable sound

Choked and strangled

Falling down the stairs

Collapsing in the wet

Silently screaming

For the binds to be cut

That cut the flesh

Around my wrists

Around my neck

Cutting ever deeper

Into my body

As I lie

In the pool of the blood



A failure of trust

The destruction of flesh

Unimportant but vital

To my mortal life

The cutting rope

And the knife in my back

Blood pouring from my body

Out of the holes

Created by bullets



Red and juicy

Round

Unmoving

Lying on the table

In a basket

Sort of like an apple

It is my ripped out heart



The inaudible screams

Scratching down the board

Blood spilling from the broken nails

Tainting the green back

Erasing the words written in white

As the fingers grind into the slate



Like my heart on the table

A dove lies on the floor

Cupid’s arrow through its heart

A small pool of blood

A puddle of compromise

To shot the spirit of peace

With the arrow of love

We blow off our own head

So we can live another day




The shocking sorrow

That peace has been achieved

That places the calm acceptance

That the world is at war

Sold itself to its gun.

The weapon should be in the peasant’s hand

From the barrel of the gun comes power

What can a rage of blood

Mean when it is defined as peace

As what is right



Dark with a red tint

So you cannot see the blood

That is stained onto everything

And now collects in the corner

The floor is slanted

As bodies are not flat

Everyday the ceiling is closer

It’s teeth dripping blood

This is where today

The current peacemakers meet

In the Bore.



A silence I cannot understand

As thousands are slaughtered

And lay down on the ground

With blood all around

Those who are punctured,

But where not released

From the purifying pain,

Feast on the bodies

Blown apart by the guns

That lowered these people

To these levels



My heart on a table

In the fruit basket

A man without a face

Eats it like an apple



The uncut binds

Brutalated bodies

How nice does it taste

To eat your sister’s face

As you sit in her blood

Waiting to join the flow

But the bullets are not that kind

Take your sister

Leave you to devour her flesh



A slice of a blade

Always so close

Never butting

Finally embracing death

They refuse to give me

Let the Lady fall

End this pain

I hear the sword

Fall down again

Pausing only after glazing

Only gently and hastily touching

My accepting hairs



The torture of corporations

Always so close to the end

Never letting us take it

So we spend more

Give more of our soul

To the ever nearer

Bloody jaw



Crushing like a bug

Just as cruel

Ending a life

Extinguishing a flame

Allowing the soul

To join the flow

To face the unkind judgement

Those still brainwashed

Are destroyed

The captured revolutionaries

Although much fewer

Still are tested by the silver flow

But they are instead,

Embraced

To be reborn

When the time comes again




Material dominion

Infernal division

Spiritually debated

Across the censorship

Only for the acquaintance

Just give me death

I have been through enough

My own hand will not touch it

Binds around my hand

Chocking my neck

Circulation ended

Death to come

But impossibly weak

As they are viewed

Not neat.



My fantasy.</body>

(the coding is for my elfwood gallery (http://elfwood.lysator.liu.se/libr /c/r/crazypete/crazypete.html).)

(Edited by CrazyPete at 1:09 pm on Mar. 15, 2003)

[Pete]

In Memory of Heather...even if I never met her, Trevor spoke highly of her...

For Trevor: Snow Angel

As a spirit parts this Earth silence fades
A hole is ripped open in the heart of fire
Spreading the ill winds over the plains
Corruption of the snow white light
Tears stream down the angel's face

Clasping the door, locking it tight
Turn the key and it melts away
Standing and staring in complete disbelief
Songs of lament are rushed into scorn
Tears stream down the angel's face

A whisper through the hard cracks
Walls separating the two differnet emptinesses
They struggle to meet and fill the rooms
An invisible gap cannot be passed by life
Tears stream down the angel's face

Strained words are barely heard in the winds
Collected into the hearts of friends
Embraced and wished away by a source
Crimson roses grow among the stained trees
Tears stream down the angel's face

The snow blows across the fields
Sun, the bal in the sky that gives us life,
Melts the sweeping rain
On the ground mud seeps up
Tears stream down the angel's face

Slowly life comes as it begins to fade
Blooming in spring's first assault
The princess of winter falters and falls
Snow becomes mist as heat attacks
Tears stream down the angel's face

Peace bless your sword with flowers
Stains in the steel; blood red, like his love
Boiling tears line his face
A day of sober change clears away
Tears stream dwon the angel's face

The light is not always there
Yet if hides in the hole of the heart
Devoured in the guilt that is summoned
His tears join hers and create a sweet wine
Tears stream down the angel's face

Brilliant clouds hang in the sky
Blinding a sweeping dark wind
love and life as drops of silence
Clovers grow amid the rain
Of the tears that stream down the angel's face

[Pete]

Shades of Joy

Sipping on the sorrows of yesterday
A new dawn, a new gun, a time to play
I'm just sipping on the sorrows of yesterday
With a new dawn, a new gun, it's time to play

Walking around the winding roads
Stepping over a bloody rose
Silence, rising from my gut
The dark eye starts to shut

Frequenting the days long lost
Slowly wandering through the dusk
Dark clouds rising overhead
A flash of light, a child is dead

Forks bloth down filled with rage
Striking the lamb within a cage
Forceful shakings lift the ground
A muted scream is the only sound

Apart from life; Apart from death
We stand between in the ultimate test
A shattered whisper fills the air
Eyes locked forward embracing the stare

A knife protrudes from her chest
One blade, one lust, she failed the test
Laying in a pool of crimson gold
The body is limp; the spirit is cold

Forcefully slashing down
He knew he'd never make it out of town
Sacraficing his only worth
Burning up in the hearth

Old dreams, new lies, falcons soar in the skies
Arrows flying up, piercing it so high
With a screet its dance is over
A cloaked dagger returns to its cover

Amid all the senseless death
A baby wakens and takes its first breath
Only to see its mother die
This child has no time to cry

Sipping on the sorrows of yesterday
A new dawn, a new gun, a time to play
I'm just sipping on the sorrows of yesterday
With a new dawn, a new gun, it's time to play

[Larissa]

Yoy are at your best, Pete!

[Pete]

As the depression sets in yet again my writing picks up and improves.

[Zombie]

I don't wanna sound like i'm returning the 'favor' for your cool comment on my last poem/thread, but seriously dude i read some of your stuff, and you got some wicked talent man.
You show great maturity in your writings, i really enjoyed reading them...:)
And yeah... i'm also depressed mate:(

[Pete]

I have a poem in my work pouch froma while ago that I want to post, but it is so horrible I refuse to read past the third word, therefore I will never type it. Why do these words come? Atleast I say them instead of acting them.

[Pete]

I haven't even read this one yet. I wrote in on my computer, so I just copied it here. I don't feel like reading it. I hate alliteration. It is sickening. Although words that begin with 's' are my favourite!

Criminals.

The sweet poisoned tears stream down my face
They burn rivers with incalcuable grace
My skin blisters and bubbles with the heat
Another shattered dream joins the pile
Sitting in the corner collecting dust
Those are the thoughts that rule this night.

The falacies of my life lay before me
I am scorned by what I was; by what I am
Fleeting sorrows rejoin my flow
For reasons unknown, for causes unsown.

I shift among the sands of time
Waiting ever patiently for mine
Yet nothing can come from hollow dreams
A silence screams, and then is done
Sorrow is built deep in me
Forcing me to collapse
The deed done 12 years past
No one laughs at the gest

A new day, a new season, yet still this world lacks reason
The murderer of the southern sun makes his mark with a gun
I weep for those who have fallen
Wondering why the most militant are the ones who have never touched a gun

I look to the sky, hoping for truth
It scornfully turns me aside
I look to the ground looking for life
All that comes is billowing blood

Tonight is the last night of enternity
What marks my movements stops my sight
Lavish lusts languish loosely
Fuck alliteration, the closeness of time

One, two, three, four, five...
The count increases, the media lies
I hold my hand to my gun
What comes next the silence is done.

Ringing across the world
One shot, one dime, one pause
Loosely gripping my strained heart
I look at the sun and pass to the night.

[Pete]

just a bunch of songs on random by a bunch of artists.

a loose pebble creeks underfoot
lightning dnacing in her eyes
a glow that suorrounds only those who know it
falsified sleep
demonized fears

a new state rises from the rubble
bubbling over a new found glory
its sense of self exists
its sense of sustaning does not

a fort stands tall on the hill
to watch it day and night is a pain
a pain that only the great enjoy
showering filth from the sky a crevice grows
this is heaven that is falling

[Pete]

XP

so today is the last day
a million things end
death is omniprecent
will you pick the wrong straw
plunging your family to hell
an earthly hell of war
or will someone far away pick it
or will someone near hand it away
to preserve an order with corrupted beginnings
that has had corruption compounded by the ages
today is the last day
pick your straw
face the reality
life is death