Submissions by Taliesin6
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
STORY POEM
Published
30th Nov 2012 4:48pm
30th Nov 2012 4:48pm
In the beginning...
The woman kept on nagging me
my friend that is no fib
I can't believe they made her
from my godforsaken rib
I wish she had a sister
or a sympathetic friend
Cuz if I hear another word
it might just be the end
I guess that God almighty
must have heard my faithful plea
She's found a talking serpent
in the garden by a tree
They sit and chat for hours
about what I do not care
As long as I am over here
and she is over there
I think it was a Sunday
when my troubles all began
She showed up with a present
from her...
my friend that is no fib
I can't believe they made her
from my godforsaken rib
I wish she had a sister
or a sympathetic friend
Cuz if I hear another word
it might just be the end
I guess that God almighty
must have heard my faithful plea
She's found a talking serpent
in the garden by a tree
They sit and chat for hours
about what I do not care
As long as I am over here
and she is over there
I think it was a Sunday
when my troubles all began
She showed up with a present
from her...
534 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Aug 2010 4:29am
1st Aug 2010 4:29am
Death (the first five minutes)
The movie ends and
the credits roll and the
droll lights blind our eyes
to the reality of
existence.
The distance between
now and eternity is 300
unadorned seconds.
Bliss or imagination,
can anyone really know
for sure where the pure
spirit lies in the moments
after death when breath
and heart and thought
cease forever, falling
into the clever trappings
of eternal silence?
Even as we ultimately
expire, will we know?
Our minds true essence
is lost without regard
to the realm of fantastic ...
the credits roll and the
droll lights blind our eyes
to the reality of
existence.
The distance between
now and eternity is 300
unadorned seconds.
Bliss or imagination,
can anyone really know
for sure where the pure
spirit lies in the moments
after death when breath
and heart and thought
cease forever, falling
into the clever trappings
of eternal silence?
Even as we ultimately
expire, will we know?
Our minds true essence
is lost without regard
to the realm of fantastic ...
718 reads
1 Comment
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
30th Jul 2010 10:08am
30th Jul 2010 10:08am
Axe Mundi
The fire burning.
The liar turning
away from realities
decomposing core
while the doors
of perception
remain barred to
all but a privileged
few.
Truth lies not within
abandoned pews or
the Jew’s unread book
but in eyes willing to
look beyond the concept
of time and space to the
place where nothingness
and being coexist without
apprehension
The liar turning
away from realities
decomposing core
while the doors
of perception
remain barred to
all but a privileged
few.
Truth lies not within
abandoned pews or
the Jew’s unread book
but in eyes willing to
look beyond the concept
of time and space to the
place where nothingness
and being coexist without
apprehension
756 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Jul 2010 9:09am
25th Jul 2010 9:09am
Upheaval
Vanquished dreams
crash and burn upon
time’s barren field.
The yield of a lifetime
is one half pound
of effort and a few
precious ounces of
success.
At the end, is anyone
remotely satisfied
with the frantic waste
that was the last 26,280
days?
The best minds
of our generation
rot before the alter
of Yahweh or the
wide screen TV.
2000 years waiting
in vain for the next
Messiah to save us
from the doldrums
of mediocrity.
Nietzsche understood
and it drove him mad.
Is that...
crash and burn upon
time’s barren field.
The yield of a lifetime
is one half pound
of effort and a few
precious ounces of
success.
At the end, is anyone
remotely satisfied
with the frantic waste
that was the last 26,280
days?
The best minds
of our generation
rot before the alter
of Yahweh or the
wide screen TV.
2000 years waiting
in vain for the next
Messiah to save us
from the doldrums
of mediocrity.
Nietzsche understood
and it drove him mad.
Is that...
789 reads
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
25th Jul 2010 6:34am
25th Jul 2010 6:34am
Psalm for Humanity
The Lord was my shepherd;
But not anymore.
He maketh me to lie down
in green pastures with the
weak minded beasts of the
field.
He dooms my soul to eternal
slavery.
He leadeth me beside waters
of condemnation.
Yea though I walk through
the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil: for it was thou
who brought me here.
Thy rod and thy staff wait eagerly
to punish my heresy.
Thou preparest a table before me
in the presence of mine enemies:
Enemies I did not have before
joining thy flock....
But not anymore.
He maketh me to lie down
in green pastures with the
weak minded beasts of the
field.
He dooms my soul to eternal
slavery.
He leadeth me beside waters
of condemnation.
Yea though I walk through
the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil: for it was thou
who brought me here.
Thy rod and thy staff wait eagerly
to punish my heresy.
Thou preparest a table before me
in the presence of mine enemies:
Enemies I did not have before
joining thy flock....
796 reads
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
24th Jul 2010 10:42am
24th Jul 2010 10:42am
Dark Wind
If perdition indeed holds a
place for faces such as mine
whose lines are the essence
of a depressing viewpoint,
then I openly welcome my fate.
Lucifer, set my plate somewhere
between Dickinson and Twain
so I may learn from their sardonic
wit just what it means to be human
and what it means to love and to feel
and to reel against it all and to fall and
to rise again over and over till the end
of time in the sublime ecstasy of the
soul's droll brilliance.
place for faces such as mine
whose lines are the essence
of a depressing viewpoint,
then I openly welcome my fate.
Lucifer, set my plate somewhere
between Dickinson and Twain
so I may learn from their sardonic
wit just what it means to be human
and what it means to love and to feel
and to reel against it all and to fall and
to rise again over and over till the end
of time in the sublime ecstasy of the
soul's droll brilliance.
804 reads
2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
24th Jul 2010 10:41am
24th Jul 2010 10:41am
Abyss
We’ve pissed
into the abyss
of life leaving
chaos and strife
in our wake
for the sake
of the almighty
buck.
We’ve fucked
societies dogs;
Rabid bitches
howling madly
through Autumn’s
aborted twilight,
their plight abandoned
by the clergy and
the evening news.
into the abyss
of life leaving
chaos and strife
in our wake
for the sake
of the almighty
buck.
We’ve fucked
societies dogs;
Rabid bitches
howling madly
through Autumn’s
aborted twilight,
their plight abandoned
by the clergy and
the evening news.
691 reads
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