Submissions by edead
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My lack of concern for anything of value or substance in life sometimes concerns me. I don't think I've changed much since I was twelve.
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Sep 2014 10:27pm
6th Sep 2014 10:27pm
Love Song for Kaltenbrunner
Scar faced horse headed monster
Exhaling ashes
With the breath of burning flesh
Scaring women and children
Yet groveling at the feet of your enemy
With no pride or dignity
No excuse but “I was just following orders”
A weakling of the highest order
Kaltenbrunner oh Kaltenbrunner
The world is filled with you
From the deserts of Saudi Arabia
To the casinos of Vegas
From the US capitol to the jungles of Africa
In every army
In every boardroom
As history moves forward
The faces change
But the stink of burning flesh
remains
Exhaling ashes
With the breath of burning flesh
Scaring women and children
Yet groveling at the feet of your enemy
With no pride or dignity
No excuse but “I was just following orders”
A weakling of the highest order
Kaltenbrunner oh Kaltenbrunner
The world is filled with you
From the deserts of Saudi Arabia
To the casinos of Vegas
From the US capitol to the jungles of Africa
In every army
In every boardroom
As history moves forward
The faces change
But the stink of burning flesh
remains
26 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
29th Aug 2014 6:07am
29th Aug 2014 6:07am
this was just crap so I got rid of it...
46 reads
1 Comment
UPBEAT POEM
Published
25th Aug 2014 3:32am
25th Aug 2014 3:32am
I set out to right (or write) the rongs (or wrongs) of the world but just ended up drunk
The pitter patter of rain on the roof beats out a gentle rhythm
and blends in harmony with the droning sound of piss hitting water
in a toilet.
I feel, at this moment,
at one with the world;
And it all stinks
just like this old world.
The night
catches rain drops yellow and bright
making a kaleidoscope of light
like stars out of sight.
There’s a million wrongs to right
and many crusades to fight.
There’s a million things need change,
the media screams atrocity on every single page,
if you want to deal with that level of anger,...
and blends in harmony with the droning sound of piss hitting water
in a toilet.
I feel, at this moment,
at one with the world;
And it all stinks
just like this old world.
The night
catches rain drops yellow and bright
making a kaleidoscope of light
like stars out of sight.
There’s a million wrongs to right
and many crusades to fight.
There’s a million things need change,
the media screams atrocity on every single page,
if you want to deal with that level of anger,...
32 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
16th Aug 2014 12:31pm
16th Aug 2014 12:31pm
Child's Prayer
Now I lay me down to sleep
I hope to die before I wake
This rotten soul the lord can keep
his gift of life a big mistake
I hope to die before I wake
This rotten soul the lord can keep
his gift of life a big mistake
75 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Aug 2014 3:34pm
7th Aug 2014 3:34pm
Welcome Home Sister
So you fly
To the cozy brown snow of the east”
-Black Angels Death Song, Lou Reed,John Cale
To the sunny Guaguin land, sister say good bye
As you come back to the cold stony east to die
say goodbye to Unga Bunga
With its friendly browns.
Hello to whites and blacks and trash and hate
Ugly cities and ugly small towns
From palm trees and warm ocean winds
To needles in alleys and charity bins
Goodbye to surfing, youth and vigor
Hello to winter and words like nigger
Coral pink and Ewa blue
The starry...
To the cozy brown snow of the east”
-Black Angels Death Song, Lou Reed,John Cale
To the sunny Guaguin land, sister say good bye
As you come back to the cold stony east to die
say goodbye to Unga Bunga
With its friendly browns.
Hello to whites and blacks and trash and hate
Ugly cities and ugly small towns
From palm trees and warm ocean winds
To needles in alleys and charity bins
Goodbye to surfing, youth and vigor
Hello to winter and words like nigger
Coral pink and Ewa blue
The starry...
36 reads
1 Comment
DRUGS POEM
Published
30th Jul 2014 4:54am
30th Jul 2014 4:54am
Peggy Gordon (revisited)
When my lungs hurt from smoke and I can’t drink another drop
When the alcohol in my system has dried
out my skin and turned it to ashy flakes
When my stomach aches
from dry heaves and I can’t
get the taste of puke outta my mouth no matter how much Listerine I guzzle
When the smell of my own piss makes me wretch and
I cant stop shaking, head cracking
And I feel like the fucking monkey from faces of death
I’ll reach for a bottle
And things will be o
K
When the alcohol in my system has dried
out my skin and turned it to ashy flakes
When my stomach aches
from dry heaves and I can’t
get the taste of puke outta my mouth no matter how much Listerine I guzzle
When the smell of my own piss makes me wretch and
I cant stop shaking, head cracking
And I feel like the fucking monkey from faces of death
I’ll reach for a bottle
And things will be o
K
80 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Jul 2014 9:33pm
12th Jul 2014 9:33pm
Naked
Fuck the stars I prefer the dim light of bars
This Sumatra’s not bad
I want
what Sinatra had
(not really but it sounded good with the other word
that was used above,
my dearest love
(I say with mock affection-you laugh and cough,
go ahead light another cigarette)
I mean the stars in the sky, not the people in Hollywood
nothing against Viggo or Clooney
or fucking Andy Rooney
(he’s dead)
so we’ve established that we’re talking
about the stars in the sky at night
that you can see with your own two eyes,
shining, shining shining...
This Sumatra’s not bad
I want
what Sinatra had
(not really but it sounded good with the other word
that was used above,
my dearest love
(I say with mock affection-you laugh and cough,
go ahead light another cigarette)
I mean the stars in the sky, not the people in Hollywood
nothing against Viggo or Clooney
or fucking Andy Rooney
(he’s dead)
so we’ve established that we’re talking
about the stars in the sky at night
that you can see with your own two eyes,
shining, shining shining...
43 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
10th Jul 2014 3:20pm
10th Jul 2014 3:20pm
Kissing in the Acid Rain
I meet with you in between my nightmares
as I clutch what's sane
the smell of death and the taste of your breath
kissing in the acid rain
the lamplight's burning low
it's just a cold blue glow
midnight engulfs like a tomb
poison nightshade's in bloom
rain pours down from the sky
as if angels could cry
I meet your ghost before dawn
and with the sunrise you're gone
I meet with you in between my nightmares
as I clutch what's sane
the smell of death and the taste of your breath
kissing in the acid rain
as I clutch what's sane
the smell of death and the taste of your breath
kissing in the acid rain
the lamplight's burning low
it's just a cold blue glow
midnight engulfs like a tomb
poison nightshade's in bloom
rain pours down from the sky
as if angels could cry
I meet your ghost before dawn
and with the sunrise you're gone
I meet with you in between my nightmares
as I clutch what's sane
the smell of death and the taste of your breath
kissing in the acid rain
82 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
30th Jun 2014 11:06am
30th Jun 2014 11:06am
Same old tired of life drivel, why bother...
My hearing’s going a little bad nowadays but that’s ok
There’s not much worth hearing anyways
My eyes are going bad
But that’s ok
There’ not too much to see,
you see, today
and my feelings are feeling a little jaded and dull
if I feel anything at all
I feel things very small.
Because
There’s not too much to feel any more
and life has become
A fucking bore
Chewed up gum
A tired old whore
So I guess I’m growing old and it leaves me kinda cold
This thing called life
was never really bought or sold
It’s been a bus ride...
There’s not much worth hearing anyways
My eyes are going bad
But that’s ok
There’ not too much to see,
you see, today
and my feelings are feeling a little jaded and dull
if I feel anything at all
I feel things very small.
Because
There’s not too much to feel any more
and life has become
A fucking bore
Chewed up gum
A tired old whore
So I guess I’m growing old and it leaves me kinda cold
This thing called life
was never really bought or sold
It’s been a bus ride...
69 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2014 4:22pm
22nd Jun 2014 4:22pm
Creepy effeuiller la marguerite
She loves me, she loves me not
She loves me, she loves me not
She loves me,
She loves me not.
Torn daisy petals obscure the restraining order on the table.
She loves me.
She loves me, she loves me not
She loves me,
She loves me not.
Torn daisy petals obscure the restraining order on the table.
She loves me.
56 reads
2 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
22nd Jun 2014 4:15pm
22nd Jun 2014 4:15pm
They Sailed Away from Mayo
They sailed away from Mayo from the graveyards of the famine
to the land of milk and honey with the starry spangled flag.
No Irish need apply they got a poke right in the eye
but they fought their way from the east coast out across
Amerikay.
Chorus
So raise up your glass drink a pint to the past,
Before ‘Punch’ cartoon Paddy kicks you square in your ass
And remember when the old world washed up upon the new one
as the ghosts of ’47 drink and dance the night away
They dug the E R I Canal and worked upon the railway
They mined...
to the land of milk and honey with the starry spangled flag.
No Irish need apply they got a poke right in the eye
but they fought their way from the east coast out across
Amerikay.
Chorus
So raise up your glass drink a pint to the past,
Before ‘Punch’ cartoon Paddy kicks you square in your ass
And remember when the old world washed up upon the new one
as the ghosts of ’47 drink and dance the night away
They dug the E R I Canal and worked upon the railway
They mined...
44 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
15th Jun 2014 4:10pm
15th Jun 2014 4:10pm
The old broken house with the tree growing through it
The old broken house with the tree growing through it
was the moonlit home
of birds and cats
and mice and rats.
Lightning bugs and faerie dust,
like shimmering ethereal stars of gold,
illuminate the pensive fate,
of a life decayed and cold.
Silver fish and centipedes
slither across the mossy walls
while deep in the thickets
the whippoorwill calls.
The old cellar doors, as broken as a heart, lie wide apart
on rusty hinges
hiding no secrets from the dusty old moon
shining on pools
and creaking crickets.
was the moonlit home
of birds and cats
and mice and rats.
Lightning bugs and faerie dust,
like shimmering ethereal stars of gold,
illuminate the pensive fate,
of a life decayed and cold.
Silver fish and centipedes
slither across the mossy walls
while deep in the thickets
the whippoorwill calls.
The old cellar doors, as broken as a heart, lie wide apart
on rusty hinges
hiding no secrets from the dusty old moon
shining on pools
and creaking crickets.
78 reads
4 Comments
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