Rhythmical

ColumbusDecanterColumbusDecanter Posts: 40
edited November 2003 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Sometimes if you listen
Hard enough you'll hear a whisper
Someone's name relayed much swifter
Pounding beats beyond the pillars
Holding true, your killer's filter
Scrapes your pride to watch it blister
Hear your thriller-maker stiffen
If you only once would listen

Habit fills the need for need
And rhythm kills religion's creed
For sidewalk, cement, planted trees
No seeds will grow that cannot feed
Along the beach and feeling free
The tide would have to disagree
Addiction captivating me
When habit fills the need for need

Sitting on your radio-flyer
A "picture this" made to inspire
The words put down to be admired
One day before they turn to fire
Old thoughts relayed across a wire
Old memories stick, though not desired
Good-old times sold to corporate buyers
Sitting on their radio-flyers

Hear the sound of something broken
With only one half sentence spoken
Rocking-chair wood, now the token
Of one time when she was choking
Dying when your efforts hoping
Couldn't stop her soul from choking
On that one half sentence spoken
When the rocking-chair was broken

In the days of lifelessness
Corrupt life welcome to exist
Yes, you and I cannot resist
But think of other days than this
The days that never did consist
Of broken glass and bloodied fists
In holding true I still insist
On knowing better times than this
Bleeting and babbling we fell on his neck with a scream... Wave upon wave of demented avengance march cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream
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Comments

  • See if you can pick up in the first stanza:

    There's a cigarette reference,
    An Alfred Hitchcock reference,
    A reference to gossip,
    And to drum rhythm...

    Is that cool as shit or what?
    Bleeting and babbling we fell on his neck with a scream... Wave upon wave of demented avengance march cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream
  • Originally posted by ColumbusDecanter
    But think of other days than this
    The days that never did consist
    Of broken glass and bloodied fists
    In holding true I still insist
    On knowing better times than this

    And may you know those better times! :D

    And that is definately cooler than shit!!!! ;)
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
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