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Poetry
(05-02-2016, 08:15 PM)tralala Wrote: Ah this be the verse...one of my all-time favourites and the only one I know off by heart!
Yes, though having trouble formatting it - same black text on mobile. The first time I read it was in a pamphlet from the Guardian my father had borrowed from a friend. My mate, seeing the newspaper, used it to draw directions as to where to meet at Glastonbury in 1997.

My father spent 30 minutes shouting me down and made me write a 1000 word apology to his mate.
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Ahh, one more since its fun and I doubt many will have heard it...

to the mourners


attention everybody at my funeral I am looking at you
from a keyhole in time somewhere way back in the mists of when
I was alive & was probably avoiding most of you because, a., I am a bad friend, and because
b., I crave solitude, but be all that as it may, I can see you,

& I can't help noting that you have ignored my explicit instructions, to wit,
that you play The World, the Flesh, the Devil by In Solitude
when the day to put me in the ground has arrived at last, i.e.,
today. So from my hawk's view of your rebellion against a dead man's wishes,

let me just take one deep breath before I tell you
that I hate you all, however much I may have loved you in life,
which I in fact did; but the World etc is the music I wanted playing
as you lowered me into the earth, and I told you as much,

and if you will not start playing it now—
now, as the coffin that holds me descends on its hydraulic riser—
then I hope, and I pray,
to Satan if necessary,

that my stiff body reanimate suddenly, and punch through the box
Bruce Lee style, if Bruce
had been a more morbid person generally speaking,
and I pray that those of you who believe in the devil

feel great fear as I levitate
and start singing "Serpents are Rising" to you
in a voice intended to strike dread and panic into the hearts
of you gathered here to mourn me:

I, who evidently did not die entirely, but kept some portion of his essence back
in order to let you know how much I loved this record, how quickly it came to mean
quite a great deal to me really,
more than I'd expected a record

of dark melodic metal songs to mean to me
in 2011, when I walked the earth
full of life, smiling, whole, with cares great and small and sweet to have,
my step lightened by rare songs such as these.

do you see the corpse risen before you?
are you having a bad funeral?
did you even bring the damn CD? attention everybody at my funeral:
it's time.

Posted on June 5, 2011 7:15 PM
(John Darnielle, Last Plane to Jakarta)
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“They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.”
Philip Larkin


Blankets screw you up. Just say no.
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The Second Coming - W.B. Yeats

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.

The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
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at their best, there is gentleness in Humanity.
some understanding and, at times, acts of
courage
but all in all it is a mass, a glob that doesn't
have too much.
it is like a large animal deep in sleep and
almost nothing can awaken it.
when activated it's best at brutality,
selfishness, unjust judgments, murder.
what can we do with it, this Humanity?
nothing.
avoid the thing as much as possible.
treat it as you would anything poisonous, vicious
and mindless.
but be careful. it has enacted laws to protect
itself from you.
it can kill you without cause.
and to escape it you must be subtle.
few escape.
it's up to you to figure a plan.
I have met nobody who has escaped.
I have met some of the great and
famous but they have not escaped
for they are only great and famous within
Humanity.
I have not escaped
but I have not failed in trying again and
again.
before my death I hope to obtain my
life.

Bukowski
don't think of this as the end, think of it as a chance to make new friends with dealers
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                                        Waiting
                               


The body of a man lies in hospital waiting for the inevitable
His mind, his brain, his soul, his spirit, they've already flown


Social media misinformation, presumption, misinterpretation,
announcements posted, deleted, grief represented

"If he'll 'never know how much' you loved him, then why didn't you fucking tell him when he could still hear you?" I silently rage at the screen and the comments

I know his present real-life status but feel uncompelled to correct as some have attempted, ignored

The self-flagellation of loss and songs and pictures and times remembered, plays out for all to see

Don't let the truth and the breath still in his lungs intrude on your reminiscence playing out in the public arena
The same place we all saw the beginning of the tragedy unfold, the story being told
Fire still in his belly then, despite the madness and illness running vivid through his veins


Friends were forcefully shoved away, no choice but to turn away
I still feel shame



               



                            
This.....is real life
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Thirty years of drugs
Now I watch my garden grow
Was it worth it all?
"But people, who are not very bright, close their minds to new information. Sometimes, perhaps, out of loyalty to opinions the've held for years but the real loyalty we owe is to truth."
 ~ anon via Bongwater
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There was a young man from china
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(16-06-2016, 09:04 AM)CSGO1337c Wrote: There was a young man from china

Said "does it rhyme just what are you trying to
pull?" "Well you ought not
worry, you were taught and you
Should think if it makes it more shinier?"
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I'm not really quite sure what to say but I thought I'd throw this out there to see what people think and maybe someone can relate... just to add - I wrote this. 

Flowers that try to grow through concrete


This Inhumane affliction I call my human condition
It beats me around like I'm a pincushion
The impulsiveness of how I make decisions
Is a good excuse for my bad ability to listen
To good advice cause when it comes to life I'd really rather roll the dice
And if I could tell you, I wouldn't tell you nice
Cause I've been in this hole now more than twice
So I'm sorry to myself and everybody else
This is what it's like to be different. 

I'm sick to death of being depressed and only having self interest
I've realized I'm great at criticizing people for being just like me
I'm a hypocrite, you see
I'm a flower that's trying to grow through concrete 
This is what it's like to be different
This is what it's like to be different
As life gets longer awful feels softer, well it feels pretty soft to me 
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