ZeroDudes thread inspired by For Honours actions

[ZeroDude]

ZeroDudes Song Thread ( Cheers FH for the idea)

I'm just going to compile my work here so this place can be neat and tidy,

FOR BEAUTY

Eloquent tracks and railway lines,
That coax me into going,
To a place of inconceivable joy,
Without me ever knowing,
That my inner cynic,
Would be washed away,
By the torrents in the sea of love,
Where people cry but not from grief,
But to praise all those above,
The angels and the paupers,
Who have all came and gone,
Have paid their dues to this earth,
Since the start, since the dawn,


So wake up all of you,
Put your eyes against the sun,
For the beauty that it dispenses,
Is the beauty that we have won,


As far as I could see,
There were flowers in fields of gold,
That stretched beyond the day and night,
Into somewhere I now hold,
So highly and with great respect,
For the mystique that it owns,
An aura of overwhelming beauty,
Of body and the soul,
A place so human,
I could fantasise of it's primal pleasure and needs,
If only I could deliver them,
If only I could please,
But you my friends you need not fret,
For all will be well,
So come with me and learn for yourselves,
That this eden takes place over hell,

So wake up all of you,
Put your eyes against the sun,
For the beauty that it dispenses,
Is the beauty that we have won,
For beauty is our right,
It is our right to see,
And if there's any justice,
This beauty we will be,




SMILING AT THE END

This is not the end,
This is not the beginning
Of the end and if this is the end,
Why am I smiling at the end?
I hope this is not the end at all,

Now I'm going back, going back
To the beginning,
You were there,
You stood there,
Watching over me,
As I lay so peacefully in my bed,

My sleep lasted for,
What seemed like an enternity,
My life never flashed in front of me,
Because all I could ever do was dream,

Silence except for your breathing,
Never light, never heavy, but so slightly overpowering
As my fears filled my mind,

This is it,
My life is ending,
As I wait for my death,
I'm in your hands now,
I vegetate lying in my own waste,
Why doesn't God come down and help me now,


Cold, pale yet beautiful skin,
The likes of which you'll never see,
Unless an angel loses her wings,

Life is but a fine thread
We're to hold on to,
But I'm losing grip I'm slipping,
But I'll soon see her again,

This is it,
My life is ending,
As I wait for my death,
I'm in your hands now,
I vegetate lying in my own waste,
Why doesn't God come down and help me now,

It's going,
I'm going,
I'm going away,

CALM THE DEAD

Burn the maps,
We'll follow the stars,
We'll ponder their mysteries for hours upon hours,
And If I arrive too soon or too late,
I'll never leave you, resigned to your fate,
I'll sail so far, yet close to my home,
Whichs resides in my heart,
Even as I roam,
Insearch of the living at the expense of the dead,
The ideals I hold dear will one day be read,
In the book I will write to explain that my cause,
Was worthy of her and all that she was,

So sing your praises,
Let that verse ring out,
Raise the living,
Calm the dead,
So sing your hymns,
Let them be known,
To the ears of the masses,
As they make their way home,
From a distant concept,
A faraway land,
Raise the living and calm the dead,

A storm builds up, I'm caught in the eye,
It's staring at me as if it would say,
Turn back and leave, you can't go on,
But I rejected that statement and continued my plan,
To get back to her, to feel her silken hair,
To just be close, nothing more would I dare,
Do to her to taint her pure soul,
And all that is her will be mine evermore,
I'm selfish in that way, I want to keep her my own,
But I'll appease the others, why do they condone?
Plans of action I don't under stand,
Raising the living and calming the dead,

So sing your praises,
Let that verse ring out,
Raise the living,
Calm the dead,
So sing your hymns,
Let them be known,
To the ears of the masses,
As they make their way home,
From a distant concept,
A faraway land,
Raise the living and calm the dead,

 

[ZeroDude]

YOU ARE

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I hold the flame in my hand,
I watch it slowly burn away,
But it's not the light that will shine,
Till the end of my days,
I'm not about to give up,
On looking for the light,
For the fire that is burning,
May hold it, it just might,

But time is wasting my time,
The time that I could use.
To gaze upon your glory,
To abandon my wayward views,
On sorrow and loss,
Regrets and my loathing,
Of people who fail to see,
The light and your love growing,
Into something other,
Less tangible that I,
But to see it is to believe it,
You open the flood gates and I cry,

You are why I'm looking,
You are what I need,
You are what I'm looking for,
But my heart it never will bleed,

I'm not into dying,
My life shall never be closed,
For that door can't be opened,
Although many have supposed,
That I am but a dreamer ,
Of things that will not pass,
I am but a dreamer who can't forsake the past,

You are why I'm looking,
You are what I need,
You are what I'm looking for,
But my heart it never will bleed,

Bleed me,
Let my rivers,
Let my rivers run to the sea,
Bleed me,
See me crying,
Set my emotions free,
Bleed me,
See me crying,
Set my emotions free,

BENEATH

I’m not about to set out my stall,
Defend this battered fort,
The guns will remain silent,
No casualties I can afford,
In this battle that has already been won,
In the shadow of a gunman,
We lift our voices, we raise them up,
In memory of the lost men,
For the subtlety of our victory,
Will be recalled as we sleep,
As she’s broken through my armour,
And on the inside I am weak,

Soothe these aching bones,
Cast aside the sheets,
Expose the human nature that,
Lies underneath,
Tear at my hyde, show me,
The sacrifice you made,
For me and all of mankind,
For us you could have saved,

The rising smoke obscures,
My judgment and my thoughts,
As I try to figure out what will come,
And what will not,
I need to found a nation on the blood,
Of one good man,
Who tried so hard, yet has failed thus far,
To implement his plan,
I feel too, that should I speak,
Of things so simple and pure,
That I will be victimised as well,
For not providing a cure,
For the ails of the world,
It’s shattered moral code,
We need some intervention,
And I think we need it now,

Where is our saviour?
Our Lord upon most high,
Did you die for no reason?
Did you, did you die?
Where is the shepherd?
Who has lead his sheep astray,
Far from the love that I seek,
Did you take it?
Take it away,

Soothe my aching bones,
But hope has already died,
I just need to feel as if you care,
Every once and awhile,
We’re left alone to our own devices,
Without a guiding hand, to move me from the shadows
Into the Promised Land,

You’re becoming a parody,
Of all you used to be,
A harvester of men,
A connoisseur like me,
Who would pick away,
And play a tune,
That we could all follow,
But you forgot it too soon,
It was left in the hands of unworthy men,
And that’s all that I can say,
On behalf of love my friend,

Soothe my bones,
Cast aside the sheets,
Underneath every deity,
A human nature lies beneath,
Soothe my bones,
Cast aside the sheets,
Underneath every deity,
A human nature lies beneath

 

[ZeroDude]

FORGIVE ME ( For a friend)
Here is me trying to write a more straightforward song, instead of my verbal ramblings that I'm starting to become tired of

All your worries come on to you at once,
They hunt you down with no remorse,
You know I feel like, that I've had a hand,
In this awful game their hideous plan,

Please forgive me, for what I have done,
Run into her arms but her arms aren't open,

It's still early you know, your life has barely dawned,
Please understand that someone else will come along,
Although I know I'm not a fountain of wisdom or of youth,
But trust in me, I can be of some use,

Please forgive me, for what I have done,
Run into her arms but her arms aren't open,
Please forgive me, for what I have done,
Run into her arms but her arms aren't open,

Just run,
Just run,
Just run,

On a side note the mods can delete all my other threads if they want to except " Grandmother Clock" which is a poem, for I'm just keeping my songs here

 

[Mullen4Prez]

Good idea I am might join you in this revolution.

 

[ZeroDude]

^
Yea it keeps every tidy plus I don't have to carry my pen and paper about the place now lol

 

[ZeroDude]

SHATTERED SYMPHONIES


Empty streets, broken homes,
Shattered symphonies we compose,
Out side your door,
A parked car it waits,
Waits for the coffin to be placed,
Clouds gather round as if to mourn your death,
You know everyone's been down,
Since the night that you left,
We've no comfort now in this world of pain,
Everyone's crying on my shoulder,
I need someone to take the blame ,

I'm not going to shout,
I'm not going to scream,
I'll drown myself in my tears,
Till I join you in their dreams,

I've come to terms,
With your time having pasted,
I don't want to follow,
But this life will never last,
And if God loves us so,
Why hasn't he been around of late,
Why has he left us all alone,
To deal with our fate,
And when I look to the sky,
Send my prayers upon your wings,
Could you pay me back somehow,
With the simplest of things,
I don't want the world,
I just need to get by,
I need to know if my faith if just a lie,


I'm not going to shout,
I'm not going to scream,
I'll drown myself in my tears,
Till I join you in their dreams,
I'm not going to shout,
I'm not going to scream,
I'll drown myself in my tears,
Till I join you in their dreams,

 

[ZeroDude]

^

Edits:

Pasted wtf = passed

Till wtf= until in all lines including

And "I need someone to blame" instead of "I need someone to take the blame ,"

 

[ZeroDude]

Lovingly Moving To A Certain Degree


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My life is full of complexities and without said complications I doubt I'd feel alive and in saying that, I find myself being described as a terribly prententious character who need not know better because if he did he may discover the world doesn't circulate around his ego, of course I beg to differ with such statements that may hold some truth, I must then contain myself from launching a scathing attack on my naysayers or anything equally rash, although if there happens to be anything that I deem as an endangerment to my personal welfare then I shall retaliate in due course, so until then repeat after me and chant in a most distinguished chorus,

We are the self absorbed,
We care little about the state,
As long as we're in power,
The idiot classes shall have to wait,
For, ( Oh dear)
A pathetic excuse of Marxism,
A shambles of a Democracy,
A beautiful case of Fascism,
But never, ever a Monarchy


The chances of my own demise can be seen as some what slim, the more we disappear into our already bountiful behinds, the more protection we have from the bickering and oh so trivial complaints of the so called "army of liberation" that goes about all the land declaring we are here to set free the captives and reap the rewards that our good deeds deserve, how trite, if only they had some sort of feasible plan to carry out such grand gestures of how shall I put it "Christmas spirit" at the right time of year, then the bewildered masses would enjoy their company as much as they revel in mine. No matter what is the case I do feel the need of some merryment before this becomes anything less than a pointless lecture in how to rattle on or God forbide a serious political diatribe with no forseeable end, raise your glass gentlemen and toast!

We are the self absorbed,
We care little about the state,
As long as we're in power,
The idiot classes shall have to wait,
For, ( Oh dear)
A pathetic excuse of Marxism,
A shambles of a Democracy,
A beautiful case of Fascism,
But never, ever a Monarchy

Why don't you all let me become the grand commander of all that I be hold? No! How about King that has a nice ring to it

 

[ZeroDude]

Sort of combining two of previous works into a more performable form so here it is

Raising The Dead
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Empty streets, broken homes,
Shattered symphonies we compose,
Notation sprawled across the ground,
The orchestra’s performing its final rounds,

Overtures that are overdone,
The curtain falls,
The conductor isn’t the only one,
Who wants to exorcise the ghosts he’s left behind,
In the darkest corners of his mind,


I need to calm the living, raise the dead,
Say everything I never said,
I need to calm the living, raise the dead,
Say everything I never said,


Your bow runs by the strings of life,
The chord you played is but a lie,
You can blur the lines between heaven and hell,
Concertos that you never, can tell your needs,


I need to calm the living, raise the dead,
Say everything I never said,
I need to calm the living, raise the dead,
Say everything I never said,

Play for me,
Play for me,
A song,
Pray for me,
Oh God pray for me,
Pray,
Oh God pray for me,
Oh God pray for me,
Oh God pray for me,
Pray for me,
Pray for me,
Pray for me a prayer,

 

[ZeroDude]

Part one of my universal ponderings
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Packing all your feelings into one bag and labelling it confusion, is a handy little way to make room for worry and of course keeping everything tidy and under control well out of the way of well meaning yet prying eyes, but in said bag what exactly occurs, a riotous concoction of misery or misunderstanding of oneself?

I’m not too sure as I prescribe myself a large helping of my medicinal milk to soothe my mental arthritis that has plagued me ever since I dared ponder life and all of its misgivings.
Although what I really want to say and is possibly a pre ordained argument that has been bestowed upon myself is, doesn’t thinking too much yet knowing so little, sort of unbalance your spiritual well being, destabilising something that has always been a comfort in your times of need. Through my poetic and some what shambolic meanderings (fact finding missions if you will), I’ve come to realise that I’m not a God fearing witless fundamentalist or an often too zealous and ironically self righteous atheist.

I am myself a beautifully ridiculous non conformist who has little to add to society in general, at least so I’m told by the powers that be, although all of us who try to make a statement through overwrought, metaphor ridden prose are frowned upon by those mechanical thinkers in high places who believe we may as well paint nonsensical caricatures of ourselves and chortle at our own efforts. How absurd it is then that they leave themselves with no imagination, yes my friends the trait we have in abundance, who says we aren’t all equally blessed only in differing fields? No one well then there’s no problem at least not here, good then maybe I can communicate with you all. As of now I’ll leave my thoughts with you, until next time when I shall further ponder such matters and the like to greater effect with actual outcomes, although I wouldn’t bet on it, I’m not a gambling man anyway.

Yours truly,
William Pearse O’ Neill

 

[ZeroDude]

Ignorance Is Not A Virtue
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Ignorance is not a virtue although you seem to think as much,
Of my ways as I try to help you, you know we're losing touch,
For the love of trivialities and the promises that we break,
Should we not be grateful for life, for all of our sakes?


Sew up the sails that are battered, ripped, broke and torn,
And let the wind carry you, to a beach, a peaceful shore,
Where we are not dragged down by the illusions in which we live,
Where we can be thankful for humanity and our faults we can forgive,


It pains me to say your a poor misguided soul,
But your always full of wisdom that makes no sense at all,
To everyone you label blind and can not yet understand,
Your easy path to enlightenment without thinking your mad,
But you bring it upon yourself, your logic wrapped around,
Columns that are shaken by the tremours in your mind,
Your unsure yourself because you'll never really know,
At the end of this despair will you have anything to show?


Sew up the sails that are battered, ripped, broke and torn,
And let the wind carry you, to a beach, a peaceful shore,
Where we are not dragged down by the illusions in which we live,
Where we can be thankful for humility and our faults we can forgive,

Your own world is crumbling under the pressure of this life,
Your own world collaspes under the weight of all this strife,
Your own world is sacred but leave, set sail now,
Before the time of reckoning you'll love again somehow

 

[ZeroDude]

The whole point of this poem is nothing at all take from what you need, believe me it has no agenda
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Bountiful pleasures a wait beyond this time and place,
Outside of our petty reality that all too often loses it face,
In the turmoil that resides in our merciless minds,
A faceless enemy it not one to deride,
Our own appearance be it gaunt or be it strong,
Amongst all our weakness, there’s no right nor no wrong,
Eternal nothingness is the fate we have bought,
Through the apathy and failure of our life’s not one thought,
Could bring us the comfort that we seek for ourselves,
We’re too selfish to realise,
There’s no heaven or hell,

No agenda is here, or represented by the poem, look for a meaning and you’ll be wasting your time, in a nonsensical pursuit of fantastical ideas, forget what you've read and and reject your own fears...........

 

[ZeroDude]

I DON'T WANT A REVOLUTION
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I don't want a revolution,
A resolution born in blood,
I don't see the justice here,
When innocents are brought to court,
Before a jury of crippled souls,
Who heed the bossmans call,
Corrupt and all too willing,
To take the money, to take the fall,


I don't want a revolution,
No trumpet or cannon roar,
With metal tracks tread into sand,
What for? What for? What for?
For the love of mud, liquor and gold,
These old demons raise their heads,
I try to tame the serpents,
But my hands are bound by threads,
Sewn by the master,
Who tempts me with fruit,
Who whispers false promises in my ear,
Although I oft near falter,
My conscience remains clear,
For I understand the wicked games,
And traps that he may set,
His perversions and grotesque ways,
Are challenges I must accept,


But I still deny the revolution,
A pacifist I shall remain,
The coward uses the rifle,
The brave take their pain,
And don't deal it back,
They keep their cards close,
To their hearts and out of view,
From those who would scorn our cause,
Who we will overthrow,
Through words and verse,
Subversive yet true,
One day they will see,
The final act of mankind,
That will fulfill our destiny,

 

[ZeroDude]

AUGMENTING FAITH
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Heaven and hell,
Will come together in a mass,
Preached by the devil,
The Eucharist shall be speared again,
A sacrifice forged against evil,

With a Pentecostal aura bestowed,
Upon our souls to do battle,
With ne’er do well deities,
Who scar the earth with thunder rattle,

Ignore the bolts and rods of fire,
Ploughing underfoot, carry on,
Wander through, tend your sheep and your cattle,
The good shepherd knows
There is nothing he shall want,
Except love upon most high,
But to discover this comfort has gone way,
With faith a man made lie,


Give me comfort in this drought of love,
That is cast over my crops,
Without the rain that drowns the soil,
The harvest will falter and stop,
Plant your seed far from the thorns,
The path,
The rocks and birds,
Scavenge for a sheltered place to make your love burst through,
The sunshine and the storm, to harbour in that crevace,
To lift the candle upon the stand for the light to shine for all,

Give me comfort in this drought of love,
That is cast over my crops,
Without the rain that drowns the soil,
The harvest will falter and stop,
Plant your seed far from the thorns,
Let the spirit grow,
Into a force of greater truth,
For the world to be shown,

 

[ZeroDude]

SHE
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She was so beautiful, yet her beauty was so subtle, she commanded such majesty, I was enthralled, quite unable to take my gaze from her face, sculpted from the stone that was rolled away eons ago in a place so far from home.

It's true I say that I would wait for hours to hear her lips, slowly part and utter sweet nothings as my eagerness was eclipsed, by dreadful pain of frustration sexual that could drive any man insane, the breed of lust that drove so many to take there lifes in vein, but I could not desist from moving my stare transfixed on her celestial body, the stars would oft echo her shape of which I was so taken.

Infatuated I may be but still I must say for how matter how much I need her in the night I cannot make myself known, for I would hide in the shadows defend my meek pride that couldn't deal with an assault from the whiplike wit that inhabits her tounge that I wish was intangled with mine.

I'm a worthless creature living an existance full of misery and of grief, although these are my comforts, I'm emotionally barren as the deserts that lack foliage and leaf, she'll never crescendo as I'll never conduct her in a symphony of joy, the chorus that she could be singing will never be performed................

 

[For Honor]

Hey, I'm flattered to be mentioned in the title, but you don't have to do that, nor anyone else.


You are a great writer, ZeroDude


a lot of us here are, and I think it's great that such a community exists


All because of U2!

 

[ZeroDude]

^
Too true my man, I think this is one of the best forums on the whole internet anywhere that encourages creativity is great imo, and yes because of U2 after hearing Bono mould words to his own will, I had to write and I have ever since, As an idea I think Interference should have a Poet Laureate lol I'd nominate you as your extremely sincere in the way you write, long live Dream Out Loud and the English Language or I'd soon be out of business.......

 

[For Honor]

Hey, well, I didn't know what a Poet Laureate was until I went to dictionary.com and checked it out. That really is way too prestigious for me, and I frankly don't like most of what I write. But if other people like it, well, that's fantastic.
I'm glad that it can bring something to others somehow.


I'm too honest sometimes in how I express myself - while other times I don't say anything in order to make things go smoothly. But I am working on "Complete sincerity".

I know it's not for everyone, but.... I hate it when people approach me with lies. I don't know.... but I think I know what i might write about next.....

hah, well, if one thing, maybe we can feed off of each other....




But indeed, long live Dream out loud and the English language.
And don't underestimate yourself, ZeroDude.

 

[ZeroDude]

^
Thank you very much, I'm really appreciative of all of the other writers here including yourself...............

NOTHING
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Browsing through a catalogue,
My eyes are drawn to the very last page,
It states you can buy anything,
But everything is not so cheap,
Computer screens, hemp sewn jeans,
When all I want is love,
You know you can't buy it,
God knows I've tried it,
In the back streets of this town,
I gave myself to the night,
But soon discovered there was nothing there,

Nothing is all thats left behind,
When something has went away,
Nothing is all thats left behind,
When emotion has went astray,

I can't fill the void,
With shallowness because the wound is cut too deep,
I search around for a better deal,
Maybe if I buy hope, I get love free,
But it's too late for that,
The spring sales are over,
My stream of money has run dry,
I can't afford her,

But whose to put a price on love,
Who will make that order?
Little is all I have and will be until this is over,

But still.........

Nothing is all thats left behind,
When something has went away,
Nothing is all thats left behind,
When emotion has went astray,
Nothing is all thats left behind,
When you close the door with haste,
Never to let your feelings run by,
You always to seem waste,
Everything and anything that'll never make you rich,
You say to me I'm nothing,
Which is why I need not live

 

[ZeroDude]

EGGSHELL JUNKIES
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Eggshell junkies juxtapose their worthless ponderings upon my mantelpiece,
Distracting me from my chore laden existence as I strive to provide light in my own,
Darkened crevice of petty treasures, in which the only other source of sustenance from what I can remember,
Happens to be a glimmering yet rustic item of old style coinage that has bound to have been, lurking in the shadows for near all eternity,
Of course I could have been easily tempted to let the devil have his way and for myself to be frivolous once more,
Since my mother had left this grand abode in my keep following her somewhat ill fated departure to the Azores, wouldn’t it be fine and well for me to take what may never have seen the light of day again?
However this plan of action could never be carried out with sufficient aplomb, for the Eggshell junkies still need to be appeased………………..

 

[ZeroDude]

Silver and Gold part 2
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Squatting outside a hollow cove,
Full of the dishonest who fuel the greed,
Of bookmakers and taxing foes,
Who want yet never need,
To gain the trust and the support,
Of those who hold the power,
They just file their reports and with,
Money they are showered,
False names and disabilities,
Are the first step to being gave,
A lot of something for nothing,
In this day and age,


I fear the darkness coming,
Will be lit by a gleaming sign,
Be it sterling, mark or the dollar,
I feel this is the time,
When money takes the heart of man,
And bends us to its will,
We’re lying against the ropes of love,
At the mercy of silver and gold,


The beggar will have to pace,
His breath and learn not to be,
Too careless with his life,
For even the airs no longer free,
The bureaucrats have had their fill,
As the poor become so gaunt,
They have to steal from the state just to get along,
But they never started it,
This vicious circle has long go on,
Since the time a brother coveted,
His neighbour’s wife, his lamb or faun,
So it’s always been this way,
As the rich screw over the poor,
But I’m sick and tired of it,
I need to find a cure……………..


I fear the darkness coming,
Will be lit by a gleaming sign,
Be it sterling, mark or the dollar,
I feel this is the time,
When money takes the heart of man,
And bends us to its will,
We’re lying against the ropes of love,
At the mercy of silver and gold,

 

[ZeroDude]

SHELTER
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You wake up in the morning,
Your soul is eager,
But your minds unwilling,
To let you step inside,
The Body of Christ,
To see if you can find,

Protection,
Because you need shelter from the rain,
I don't want to let you go,
In search of love,
For your trials to be in vein,

I'd give you harbour in the storm,
Stop myself from giving up,
And believe in something more,
Although I've tried,
I find myself cynical to the last,
Drop of blood that pours from my heart,
As the spear slowly passed,
Into my side,
I'm crucified on a cross born of woe,
We're looking for hope,
In the valley of death,
And I need to let you know,
That I'd give you................


Protection,
Because you need shelter from the rain,
I don't want to let you go,
In search of love,
For your trials to be in vein,

Protection,
Because you need shelter from your pain
I don't want to let you go,
In search of love,
For your trials to be in vein,

 

[ZeroDude]

Man Machine
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Oh how quaint the master cries,
As his mistress weaves a web of lies,
He knows too well what shes done,
That shes took the life of his beloved son,
Who he also shared in his love,
But she wanted him for herself,
Her jealously however remained intact,
For he devised a way to get him back,
A man machine,
Not quite dead,
Born from his memories and things he said,
A man machine,
Not yet alive,
But more so than her,
As least now in his eyes....................
And in the end thats all that counts,
Lust and love differ in vast amounts,
Throughout the ages and through all time,
Love has conquered and will remain...................................

A man machine,
Not quite dead,
Born from his memories and things he said,
A man machine,
Not yet alive,
But more so than her,
As least now in his eyes....................

 

[ZeroDude]

^
Edit: Atleast instead of as least lol on both accounts

 

[Mullen4Prez]

I danca ona your threada. haha

 

[ZeroDude]

Atleast I have a thread to dance on

 

[Mullen4Prez]

I have on pleba 5 star rating. Wheres your rating? haha

 

[For Honor]

^........Okay......





As far as Silver and Gold part II goes......
all I have to say is......




"Okay Edge, play the blues.........."


nice

 

[ZeroDude]

^
Have to get a guitarist to do that other than myself, it'd be a bit daft and stupid imo to tell myself to play the blues anyway yes the song is inspired by Silver and Gold quite obviously and I don't think it's half bad either

 

[ZeroDude]

Narcissism and Loathing
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Lying at the side of the road,
Although I always tell the truth,
I’ve never saw the point in disguising,
Neither the facts nor the use,
Of breeding malevolence in the hearts of my foes,
Scorching their souls with fire,
Losing the innocence I’ve grasped since the dawn,
Watching the flames rise higher and higher,
Engulfing my being, choking my lungs,
Attempting to extinguish my life,
I’ve never tried as hard as this,
To barely stay alive,

People say there’s a distinguished way to die,
With this I beg to differ,
For life is our highest achievement thus far,
And this we have been given,
I’ve oft considered though fading away,
Leaving these contradictions behind,
I’m a frightful narcissist at heart,
But I’m full of self loathing inside………….