Submissions by ElrondSirfalas
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
A spaceman , it's what they call me ... uh , earth to kid .
STORY POEM
Published
14th Jan 2013 1:21am
14th Jan 2013 1:21am
A Greeting From Another World [VI]
To the shadows of branches that were erasing all light
and sheltering creatures that were hidden in night
Lurkers like me who can do nothing but hide
In perpetual solitude my time I must bide
Demonic imps were dancing by the treeline
With horrid faces of the queerest design
Intriguing my interest to enter the wood
Pulling me closer to the hill where they stood
Their song and dance had now faded to chant
As I hid by a bush becoming more reluctant
Suddenly they stopped and crept to a glare
Reveal yourself at once we know you hide...
and sheltering creatures that were hidden in night
Lurkers like me who can do nothing but hide
In perpetual solitude my time I must bide
Demonic imps were dancing by the treeline
With horrid faces of the queerest design
Intriguing my interest to enter the wood
Pulling me closer to the hill where they stood
Their song and dance had now faded to chant
As I hid by a bush becoming more reluctant
Suddenly they stopped and crept to a glare
Reveal yourself at once we know you hide...
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STORY POEM
Published
12th Jan 2013 7:39pm
12th Jan 2013 7:39pm
Suicide Cycle [XIII]
A death so befuddled could only be foolish;
I've made a deal with the devil and will soon perish
Into his mortem of torture that varies so motley;
As I end this show - I drift from a faceless pageantry
Linear and trivial has this question period been;
And now I'm seeing the chariot of the poets serene
It's majesty of profundity and his youthful command
A boy-ish preface to his ceaseless alluding brand;
Of starved affection expressed through the bards lute
As the actor of fate - I'll hang over the mandrake root
A skeletal descendence into the...
I've made a deal with the devil and will soon perish
Into his mortem of torture that varies so motley;
As I end this show - I drift from a faceless pageantry
Linear and trivial has this question period been;
And now I'm seeing the chariot of the poets serene
It's majesty of profundity and his youthful command
A boy-ish preface to his ceaseless alluding brand;
Of starved affection expressed through the bards lute
As the actor of fate - I'll hang over the mandrake root
A skeletal descendence into the...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Jan 2013 4:00pm
11th Jan 2013 4:00pm
Cliffhanger Conclusion
A herald rants he brings the news
The passing eyes just glance and snooze
He wonders why these minds don't ponder
As to ignore the truth he only wonders
This is the modern tale of insinuation
A recycled verse left to contemplation
A prophet dancing under weary stars
An era ends his words seem bizarre
And, the post-apocalypse survivors
Send cackles and a few lonely stivers
To recompense for his wasted breath
His false claims of impending death
A hermit dwelling on decrepit thought
Age grows vast and he is left with naught
But,...
The passing eyes just glance and snooze
He wonders why these minds don't ponder
As to ignore the truth he only wonders
This is the modern tale of insinuation
A recycled verse left to contemplation
A prophet dancing under weary stars
An era ends his words seem bizarre
And, the post-apocalypse survivors
Send cackles and a few lonely stivers
To recompense for his wasted breath
His false claims of impending death
A hermit dwelling on decrepit thought
Age grows vast and he is left with naught
But,...
653 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Jan 2013 10:38pm
9th Jan 2013 10:38pm
Post-Haste
Submitted to The Thrill Off.. Competition
Time capsule infinities wrapped in fate's drawer
A longing for knowing leaves nothing but more
To dwell upon answers that can't be stated
Except on these nights as my eyes are dilated
Could we look to tomorrow and hold any certainty?
Or get on high on emotion that I'm feeling currently?
Searching for clarity in a distortion of lies
Sirens scream out as you look on with your eyes
To see that nothing is real in this clouded perspective
reverberated confusion peering through a carnal collective...
Time capsule infinities wrapped in fate's drawer
A longing for knowing leaves nothing but more
To dwell upon answers that can't be stated
Except on these nights as my eyes are dilated
Could we look to tomorrow and hold any certainty?
Or get on high on emotion that I'm feeling currently?
Searching for clarity in a distortion of lies
Sirens scream out as you look on with your eyes
To see that nothing is real in this clouded perspective
reverberated confusion peering through a carnal collective...
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2013 8:49pm
3rd Jan 2013 8:49pm
Death Has Dominion
A brief reunion of this anxious relationship
the fear of losing is something stronger now
Engraved into the back of my skull,
every word that has yet to come
To see the flaws that dwell within me,
envy at its extreme and my exceeding lack of power
A silent engagement and a tedious conversation,
cries of sorrow on a higher frequency of reality
This caption of mediocrity and failure,
embedded into my hopeless dreams of bliss and nothingness.
An illumination of truth,
a gleaming light of energy omnipresent and potent,
an undiscovered...
the fear of losing is something stronger now
Engraved into the back of my skull,
every word that has yet to come
To see the flaws that dwell within me,
envy at its extreme and my exceeding lack of power
A silent engagement and a tedious conversation,
cries of sorrow on a higher frequency of reality
This caption of mediocrity and failure,
embedded into my hopeless dreams of bliss and nothingness.
An illumination of truth,
a gleaming light of energy omnipresent and potent,
an undiscovered...
766 reads
4 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
31st Dec 2012 5:44pm
31st Dec 2012 5:44pm
Toad Mage [X]
So, I flipped curiously through every page
Of the infamous grimoire by the golden mage
Once I had finished I knew the lonely road;
The dance of the bones and the hermits code!
The depths of the wood were surrounded by light
Not from a star but from a moon so bright
It was the day of the harvest and it was mine
Searching for my tool to reach the divine
Where was the beast of grit and slime?
Down by the stream where he spent all his time
So, I marched to the creek with a hasteful stride
To locate the toad to make my sorrows subside
...
Of the infamous grimoire by the golden mage
Once I had finished I knew the lonely road;
The dance of the bones and the hermits code!
The depths of the wood were surrounded by light
Not from a star but from a moon so bright
It was the day of the harvest and it was mine
Searching for my tool to reach the divine
Where was the beast of grit and slime?
Down by the stream where he spent all his time
So, I marched to the creek with a hasteful stride
To locate the toad to make my sorrows subside
...
806 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Dec 2012 3:11pm
30th Dec 2012 3:11pm
Never-mind His-story
We try to grasp all that we can feel
Every grain of substance we can imagine
All the hesitant hands we couldn't deal
From our arduous compassion engines
How long can we believe until we kneel
To the un-kept veracity of religion
Or fade into a vengeful iconoclast
Cynically mocking the faithful breed
Of merry-go-bashers that attempt to cast
Their egotist ideals of what we all need
Fairy tale prophets that lived in the past
Getting off on their own selfish greed
The words of mankind have nothing to tell
Implicating a heaven is...
Every grain of substance we can imagine
All the hesitant hands we couldn't deal
From our arduous compassion engines
How long can we believe until we kneel
To the un-kept veracity of religion
Or fade into a vengeful iconoclast
Cynically mocking the faithful breed
Of merry-go-bashers that attempt to cast
Their egotist ideals of what we all need
Fairy tale prophets that lived in the past
Getting off on their own selfish greed
The words of mankind have nothing to tell
Implicating a heaven is...
624 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Dec 2012 5:46am
30th Dec 2012 5:46am
Conceit
Must be nice to have an easy scapegoat
A muted friend who can't seem to give or tote
Any morsel of pride to pretend he cares
or make pace from his self loathing lair
As I fail to say time and time again
This means so little coming from my pen
But guilt does wonders when you "help" a friend
At the expense of regret that cannot mend
I've learned from sea gazers to take the blame
This may seem bane but I won't say his name
It's an anniversary of life and I remember as he
We dealt our broken hands just to be
Momentous...
A muted friend who can't seem to give or tote
Any morsel of pride to pretend he cares
or make pace from his self loathing lair
As I fail to say time and time again
This means so little coming from my pen
But guilt does wonders when you "help" a friend
At the expense of regret that cannot mend
I've learned from sea gazers to take the blame
This may seem bane but I won't say his name
It's an anniversary of life and I remember as he
We dealt our broken hands just to be
Momentous...
588 reads
0 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
30th Dec 2012 3:08am
30th Dec 2012 3:08am
Rex Nihil Illi Regnum [IX]
So, that was that and It was what it was;
A brief scenario of merry-making and scuzz
The first in a while and the last of the season;
why and because I don't have a reason
To feel as if I'm being or at least acknowledged
I am what I am and I am of that full fledged
Surely not on record or I'd gain a new memory;
Since that's all I've known for a relative eternity
Isolated from life - Yet I still feel effrontery
I've been pleased for so long by a cheerless dreary
This hermetic dis-order is all I can cherish with avarice;
Even...
A brief scenario of merry-making and scuzz
The first in a while and the last of the season;
why and because I don't have a reason
To feel as if I'm being or at least acknowledged
I am what I am and I am of that full fledged
Surely not on record or I'd gain a new memory;
Since that's all I've known for a relative eternity
Isolated from life - Yet I still feel effrontery
I've been pleased for so long by a cheerless dreary
This hermetic dis-order is all I can cherish with avarice;
Even...
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STORY POEM
Published
25th Dec 2012 4:00pm
25th Dec 2012 4:00pm
The Comedown [VIII]
How long could this insightful illusion possibly remain?
Is this nirvana even remotely feasible to ascertain?
Why am I so weary? Why do I even pretend to implore?
How many times can one man forget the anguish he adores?
No being can sincerely state such extraordinary transcendence;
our insight only goes as far as an allusion to dissonance
One that merely reveals the futile inception of affliction;
Constructing the demeaning fortitude of vile attrition
This vessel to enlightenment is the same as any other;
Conjuring a spirit...
Is this nirvana even remotely feasible to ascertain?
Why am I so weary? Why do I even pretend to implore?
How many times can one man forget the anguish he adores?
No being can sincerely state such extraordinary transcendence;
our insight only goes as far as an allusion to dissonance
One that merely reveals the futile inception of affliction;
Constructing the demeaning fortitude of vile attrition
This vessel to enlightenment is the same as any other;
Conjuring a spirit...
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Dec 2012 3:37pm
25th Dec 2012 3:37pm
Whiskey Kiss
Now that we sing this song of matrimony
My heart it winds and bends for this debauchery
As I dance with my drunken apostles
My life twists and thrives like a cruising feather
My voice is pieced together with pride and fear
Opposites attracting to the west and to the east
Taunt me, sway me on your whim
This is no guidance
This is no wisdom
It's just a mind bending influence
That can't seem to make sense of being
Can't tell the paint from the peelings
I hear these hogs squealing at me
Do they want to frolic in the sea?
Shake and move...
My heart it winds and bends for this debauchery
As I dance with my drunken apostles
My life twists and thrives like a cruising feather
My voice is pieced together with pride and fear
Opposites attracting to the west and to the east
Taunt me, sway me on your whim
This is no guidance
This is no wisdom
It's just a mind bending influence
That can't seem to make sense of being
Can't tell the paint from the peelings
I hear these hogs squealing at me
Do they want to frolic in the sea?
Shake and move...
537 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Dec 2012 00:03am
25th Dec 2012 00:03am
A Priviledged Few
A bounty prize for the minds of the youth
Calculated terms of use on the formal sleuth
These separatists profess a hidden light
A distinct definition of black, grey and white
All the separate shades they paint them similar
And an artistic life labelled as extracurricular
Free to succeed just as the sea meets an inlet
The gregarious initiate has been spared it`s debt
Mingle with their snooty expression and brethren
They call themselves the wise and gifted children
I believe we`re all just one damned infestation
Some choose to be raped by a...
Calculated terms of use on the formal sleuth
These separatists profess a hidden light
A distinct definition of black, grey and white
All the separate shades they paint them similar
And an artistic life labelled as extracurricular
Free to succeed just as the sea meets an inlet
The gregarious initiate has been spared it`s debt
Mingle with their snooty expression and brethren
They call themselves the wise and gifted children
I believe we`re all just one damned infestation
Some choose to be raped by a...
523 reads
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