Submissions by Viddax (Lord Viddax)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
In my spare time I have been known to end pointless threads with a quick kill. And rarer than that is when I write poetry.
DARK POEM
Published
14th Nov 2009 8:42pm
14th Nov 2009 8:42pm
Nothing matters any more for me
Nothing matters any more for me
The lights are out
The darkness is here
Bringing sad fear
And the feeling has gone
Shed not one tear
Nothing really matters
Why can’t anyone see?
Nothing matters for me
Nothing really matters
Any more for me.
I did all I could
I’ve lived my life
Through the strife
Tried to see it all through
I fall on my knife
Love has flitted by
I am now empty and alone
But I sound out no groan
I feel nothing any more these days
Soul and heart make no tone
Nothing...
The lights are out
The darkness is here
Bringing sad fear
And the feeling has gone
Shed not one tear
Nothing really matters
Why can’t anyone see?
Nothing matters for me
Nothing really matters
Any more for me.
I did all I could
I’ve lived my life
Through the strife
Tried to see it all through
I fall on my knife
Love has flitted by
I am now empty and alone
But I sound out no groan
I feel nothing any more these days
Soul and heart make no tone
Nothing...
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STORY POEM
Published
14th Nov 2009 8:20pm
14th Nov 2009 8:20pm
Deck the halls with fools and berries!
Deck the halls with fools and berries!
Deck the halls with fools and berries
Fill the boats and drunken ferries
“Ha, ha ha!” the psychotics sing
Sing the songs of sanguine howling
Of drunken revelry and stomachs growling
Slay a stranger in manic passing
Ye faithful, all are massing
“Burn, baby burn” the pyromaniacs sing
Bathe in blood to paint the town red
Through randomness the boring dread
“Back, back I say!” the paranoid sing
The times come to talk of the thing
And have a madman placed as king
It’s the time to be holy...
Deck the halls with fools and berries
Fill the boats and drunken ferries
“Ha, ha ha!” the psychotics sing
Sing the songs of sanguine howling
Of drunken revelry and stomachs growling
Slay a stranger in manic passing
Ye faithful, all are massing
“Burn, baby burn” the pyromaniacs sing
Bathe in blood to paint the town red
Through randomness the boring dread
“Back, back I say!” the paranoid sing
The times come to talk of the thing
And have a madman placed as king
It’s the time to be holy...
1092 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Nov 2009 11:26pm
12th Nov 2009 11:26pm
The Mad King
The Mad King
It is I, the Mad King
That oh so fickle thing
More fickle than luck
Or fate or chance
But I am they and they are me
And we are he or she or you!
Where was I?
Ah yes, it is I, the Mad king
The complex paradoxical thing
Beyond Good and Evil
Making general upheaval
My subjects are not quite with ‘it’
But that’s a mere information tit-bit
All can be mad
No need to be bad
Doesn’t always make you sad.
My home is the Tower of Rapture
And the Despair Dungeons
For I am Chaos and Order refined...
It is I, the Mad King
That oh so fickle thing
More fickle than luck
Or fate or chance
But I am they and they are me
And we are he or she or you!
Where was I?
Ah yes, it is I, the Mad king
The complex paradoxical thing
Beyond Good and Evil
Making general upheaval
My subjects are not quite with ‘it’
But that’s a mere information tit-bit
All can be mad
No need to be bad
Doesn’t always make you sad.
My home is the Tower of Rapture
And the Despair Dungeons
For I am Chaos and Order refined...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Nov 2009 11:24pm
12th Nov 2009 11:24pm
Sleepless InSight
Sleepless insight
When the sun sets the sleepless arise in unconditional declaration
To cast off the shackles of peaceful slumber.
These are those who cannot sleep
But are ecstatically charged at night
Enraptured by the relentless wave to their senses.
These are the Artists who paint in their dreams and nightmares
These are the Athletes who have power in weariness
These are the Addicts who use no material substance
These are the Visionaries driven by their hallucinations
These are the Mad-ones caused by nothing but their own thoughts...
When the sun sets the sleepless arise in unconditional declaration
To cast off the shackles of peaceful slumber.
These are those who cannot sleep
But are ecstatically charged at night
Enraptured by the relentless wave to their senses.
These are the Artists who paint in their dreams and nightmares
These are the Athletes who have power in weariness
These are the Addicts who use no material substance
These are the Visionaries driven by their hallucinations
These are the Mad-ones caused by nothing but their own thoughts...
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3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
29th Oct 2009 11:51pm
29th Oct 2009 11:51pm
Empty Freedom
Empty freedom
Is this what you thought?
By giving me freedom?
Is this what you were taught?
About a person’s feelings
And about their fragile heart?
Through empty closure
Our paths do untimely part.
You thought wrong
In your gentle plans
For you I still long
But could you know?
A broken love song
Etched upon my heart
All is now wrong.
My heart, my love is lost
But you are safe and secure
Ignorant of the rending cost
In your vain own castle
I am a toppled king
From my throne...
Is this what you thought?
By giving me freedom?
Is this what you were taught?
About a person’s feelings
And about their fragile heart?
Through empty closure
Our paths do untimely part.
You thought wrong
In your gentle plans
For you I still long
But could you know?
A broken love song
Etched upon my heart
All is now wrong.
My heart, my love is lost
But you are safe and secure
Ignorant of the rending cost
In your vain own castle
I am a toppled king
From my throne...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Oct 2009 5:02am
25th Oct 2009 5:02am
The Bacchanalia of Perspectivism
Off up and higher away we go
Hi ho hi ho, off to work we go
To find truth that we don't know
Leaving the masses who are slow
And with passion we will glow
Power and Love will also grow
Like a mercurial river we'll flow
Giving normality a heavy blow
But of course all this you know
It cannot be stopped by a 'no'
So strike and smite that foe
Pirouette and point that toe!
Snake and slither sneakily so that you can strike
Seduce and serenade that sumptuous target of truth
Avoid bluntness or clumsiness or their accursed like
And you...
Hi ho hi ho, off to work we go
To find truth that we don't know
Leaving the masses who are slow
And with passion we will glow
Power and Love will also grow
Like a mercurial river we'll flow
Giving normality a heavy blow
But of course all this you know
It cannot be stopped by a 'no'
So strike and smite that foe
Pirouette and point that toe!
Snake and slither sneakily so that you can strike
Seduce and serenade that sumptuous target of truth
Avoid bluntness or clumsiness or their accursed like
And you...
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LOVE POEM
Published
16th Oct 2009 5:12am
16th Oct 2009 5:12am
Unrequited and Revealed Love
Unrequited and Revealed Love
I had hid my feelings for you
Or so I had thought
They are deep and true for you
Admired from a distance
But always ready to step in and aid
But never quite took that leap
And for my cowardice a high toll paid.
You took me aside
You just want to be friends
I said “yes” but lied
As you liked my best friend
So I bowed out of the picture
Just to keep you happy
Love and acceptance in mixture.
Your Love with my friend didn’t last
While I was depressed and lost
Has the possibility of us...
I had hid my feelings for you
Or so I had thought
They are deep and true for you
Admired from a distance
But always ready to step in and aid
But never quite took that leap
And for my cowardice a high toll paid.
You took me aside
You just want to be friends
I said “yes” but lied
As you liked my best friend
So I bowed out of the picture
Just to keep you happy
Love and acceptance in mixture.
Your Love with my friend didn’t last
While I was depressed and lost
Has the possibility of us...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Oct 2009 5:11am
16th Oct 2009 5:11am
My Heart act V
My Heart Act V
My poor Heart
What have I put you through?
You played the part
Saw it through from the start
Through shrinking and cold thinking,
Fiery passion of a fashion and even broke apart.
Now you are back to where you began.
Just you and me, my old friend,
We’ll see if someone wants you yet
Through adversity, up mountains, down ravines
Over the hill, far away and round the bend
And there is still yet so much more to go
So sit back, relax and enjoy the show.
My poor Heart
What have I put you through?
You played the part
Saw it through from the start
Through shrinking and cold thinking,
Fiery passion of a fashion and even broke apart.
Now you are back to where you began.
Just you and me, my old friend,
We’ll see if someone wants you yet
Through adversity, up mountains, down ravines
Over the hill, far away and round the bend
And there is still yet so much more to go
So sit back, relax and enjoy the show.
1034 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
12th Oct 2009 3:19am
12th Oct 2009 3:19am
The Destruction of Sins?
As a Glutton for Punishment
I Lusted after the thought
And wanted to hoard it Greedily
Enacting Wrath on all who disturb me
In my Slothful basking
Vainly preening my Pride
But all the while Envious.
Envious of Wrath’s Greedy and Vain Gluttonous Lust of Pride and the Slothful security.
So I entered Wrath’s kingdom
To have my will to power come
And waited before him as he
Sat there on his throne before me
Obsessed over polishing his sword
Just wasting that power and being bored.
I purposefully approached Wrath
Seeking...
I Lusted after the thought
And wanted to hoard it Greedily
Enacting Wrath on all who disturb me
In my Slothful basking
Vainly preening my Pride
But all the while Envious.
Envious of Wrath’s Greedy and Vain Gluttonous Lust of Pride and the Slothful security.
So I entered Wrath’s kingdom
To have my will to power come
And waited before him as he
Sat there on his throne before me
Obsessed over polishing his sword
Just wasting that power and being bored.
I purposefully approached Wrath
Seeking...
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Oct 2009 3:18am
12th Oct 2009 3:18am
Madman’s Masquerade
Madman’s Masquerade
Flitting through the crowds
Elated spirits, high clouds
Face the masked face
Try to keep the pace
Straight from the shows
Rolling with the blows
Spick and span
All year tan
Face the masked face
Try to keep the pace
Minds out of space!
Enjoy it while it while it lasts
Actors all, part of the casts
That act around you
But I can see through
That false smile
To the true vile
Face the masked face
Try to keep the pace
His emotionless grace
The entertaining joyous flow
Is...
Flitting through the crowds
Elated spirits, high clouds
Face the masked face
Try to keep the pace
Straight from the shows
Rolling with the blows
Spick and span
All year tan
Face the masked face
Try to keep the pace
Minds out of space!
Enjoy it while it while it lasts
Actors all, part of the casts
That act around you
But I can see through
That false smile
To the true vile
Face the masked face
Try to keep the pace
His emotionless grace
The entertaining joyous flow
Is...
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ANGER POEM
Published
10th Oct 2009 10:34pm
10th Oct 2009 10:34pm
You sent me to Hell
You sent me to Hell
You sent me to Hell
Well that’s just swell
Listen to the tale I tell
Of what I did and dwell:
Dancing with the Devil
Mamboed with Mephisto
Boogieing with Beelzebub
Swinging with Satan.
I tried to feed on your beauty to sustain myself
Wanted you, your body, your mind, your soul for myself
Could have changed but did not even try
Envied him for him catching your eye
Thought I had been good enough for you
Longed for your looks to bloom through
My blood boiled, angry that you had forsaken me.
...
You sent me to Hell
Well that’s just swell
Listen to the tale I tell
Of what I did and dwell:
Dancing with the Devil
Mamboed with Mephisto
Boogieing with Beelzebub
Swinging with Satan.
I tried to feed on your beauty to sustain myself
Wanted you, your body, your mind, your soul for myself
Could have changed but did not even try
Envied him for him catching your eye
Thought I had been good enough for you
Longed for your looks to bloom through
My blood boiled, angry that you had forsaken me.
...
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Oct 2009 10:32pm
10th Oct 2009 10:32pm
Apologia pro Meo Ratio Decidendi (Speech in defence of my reason for the decision)
Apologia pro Meo Ratio Decidendi
(Speech in defence of my reason for the decision)
The sense of confliction,
I am no stranger to it.
Indeed it is of great fascination,
I suppose I am a prime example of it.
There is the fact of me being half-cast,
In a world inclined towards black and white,
Something different, having to be separately classed,
The conflict of two extremes a constant fight.
Something not of my choosing, but of my birth,
Possibly the balance of black and white
This philosophical reflection giving me limited mirth,...
(Speech in defence of my reason for the decision)
The sense of confliction,
I am no stranger to it.
Indeed it is of great fascination,
I suppose I am a prime example of it.
There is the fact of me being half-cast,
In a world inclined towards black and white,
Something different, having to be separately classed,
The conflict of two extremes a constant fight.
Something not of my choosing, but of my birth,
Possibly the balance of black and white
This philosophical reflection giving me limited mirth,...
1258 reads
5 Comments
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