Written by ANGEL REAPER on 28.11.2012 at 19:34

I dont want to be waken up
in dreams you cant taste your tears
i dont want to be sobered up
i like to live in my world of fantasy

i dont need waking up pill
no phone call to get me out
this world only i control
i want to stay in prison of dreams

i live in emptiness and
no one there knows my name
i play with voices and
no one cries there for me

here i am free...

That is really awesome. I really loved the image of this verse "no phone call to get me out"

Written by Evil Chip on 02.12.2012 at 07:17

Written by ANGEL REAPER on 28.11.2012 at 19:34

I dont want to be waken up
in dreams you cant taste your tears
i dont want to be sobered up
i like to live in my world of fantasy

i dont need waking up pill
no phone call to get me out
this world only i control
i want to stay in prison of dreams

i live in emptiness and
no one there knows my name
i play with voices and
no one cries there for me

here i am free...

That is really awesome. I really loved the image of this verse "no phone call to get me out"

thanks man...
the whole song/poem was made in reaction to this thought "The red pill was the waking up pill.I took blue one instead.I wanted to dream." and then i remembered The Matrix...

Those who enwy

Those who enwy disapears
in cold ocean whit out shores
and will be silenced forever
no can hear hoples whispers
only the life, the another life
in time when cruel storys
destroyinmg illisuons
on men made island
what can not be sean
from watter
where sinnners.....
.... and those who envy

Old sound

Old sound
in the woods
what elders can guess
but cant remeber
where does it come from

Old sound
and nordic forest
is raging for old times
when giants slept alone
silently and gathered
in forgoten circle
and bards played
ballads and old tunes
what nobody never will hear
whit mortal ears

Ok, as promised via the shout box...

This is a poem I wrote in 2005. I've posted it twice on my blog on Word Press, each time in celebration of winter, snow and the holiday season. It just seems fitting. Enjoy.



The Dance


It was a day I shall always remember,
A day in which heaven fell freezing at my doorstep
And all but the Tannenbaums were silent

In this wasteland of memories I sat thinking
In an argumentative dialogue with myself, I paced and sat , and paced again
In time with the sand which fell within the glass, I wrestled with my troubled soul

Angrily, I stared at my window, in chastisement of the fog,
Which now concealed my view
Hiding all but the shadows which lurked behind my confusion

Then I heard it.....
The soft footfalls which pounded within my drumming ears
Taunting me to look above the menagerie which lingered around my chair

Hesitantly I stood upon the floor which denied me the pleasure of a quiet walk
Groaning in harmony, my feet pursued the path where the grey light fell
Until I reached those glass eyes which opened with a jolt, and there, I saw her...

She was as cold as a winter's breeze through my open window in December
Her elegant waltz in the falling embers of a dying angel's wings
Enchanted, I gazed at her

Struck by her fragile form, I could not help but wonder at her movements
Graceful and adorned in ice-fairy kisses,
She danced until completely swallowed by the sea of white

I was caught so unaware at her lustful radiance,
That chance had ordained such grace of visitation
Not a closed lid would I have shown her had she looked my way

Then suddenly, without a single trace she vanished
What path she followed, I could not see
But stricken with the pain of longing, I scarce could endure but to follow

The flurry felt within the steps were but a fraction of the pounding of my heart
Which for the first of many years had leapt from my chest at such wondrous visions
Visions which betrayed my very breath

Running, I felt the chill of December chasing my flesh at a dizzying pace
For I had forgotten my coat in this coldest of winters
Frozen, without a thought for the winds, I had run into the storm

Silently, I heard again the footsteps of her dancing, beckoning my follow
So off into the fading light of evening I walked,
Never feeling the cold, never caring for any but the angel I had seen at my window

Deeper into the endless towers of the forest, I followed the sound
Echoing now as tiny bells,
The melody of my enchantress played on in my fever, which faded into delusion

Halted, I stood at the river, gazing
Pondered did I at my arrival, which jolted me from slumbering steps
Had I followed some witch bent at ending my lonely life?

Forsaken within, I slowly turned toward the sound of thunder
And I rememember no more
For as quickly as I had awakened, I fell into the deepest of slumbers, pierced only by the bells

It must have been days which passed
Delerium floated in dreams which could not have been imagined by mortals
Until finally, the light peered at my face in wonderment

In the snow had I fallen,
Struck by thundering horses with ... bells... on the harnesses
Running free from the horseman, or could it have been the reaper's mare?

Scarcely could I tell the difference
For what had nearly taken me from life had spared my lonely existence
Surely I would have died in my lack of bearings, in so deep a forest in winter

With such stark realization, I could not hesitate in my thankfulness
And greeted once again by the cold, I headed to the beginning
The beginning of my dance

I would never again see the angel which had vexed me so
But on silent winter nights, I can still hear the footsteps in my lucidity
As once again my heart pounds with delight, just before the dawn...

Written by axelx666 on 02.08.2012 at 10:01

(been awhile since i contributed, so here's one)

FIGHTING SOLDIER:

alone dark and quiet
nonchalent ambience surrounds me,
i am worn
i feel torn
i am young
i feel old
i walk this path not alone
my shadow beside me


in the valley of death i stand
i embrace it's hold on me
i don't let go
i can't see
i can't hear
i feel numb
i start to shiver
i look down my crosshair
i can't tell who is who
or if the war is though

i start to run
i don't stop
my heart racing
something passes though me
i collapse on the ground i walk
i crawl to the sight of a shadow
it beckons me near
suddenly i can hear
it says "come now, it's over"

i take it's hand
knowing it's my last dance
it laughs deviously
and im pulled below
into the unknown.



(feedback is welcome thx )

Awesome Somehow this grabs me at first sight. Maybe, because I'm a soldier too

Unearthing the crown of treason
Phenomena brought to (inevitable) fruition
The magnitude of which is uncertain
Drawing ever closer, with inch-perfect precision
Subliminal in its approach, cautious build-up
Once fulfilled, there is no return to the former
Irreversible, nonresponsive
Restoring of the status quo nullified


Resistance to dogmatic interpretation
Or so it is claimed
A self-serving purpose held in high esteem
Inherit, utilize, disintegrate
As seen fit
The will of the stronger, in triumphant defiance
Above sheep and rubble; they who embrace mediocrity
Barter innovation for obsolescence
For peace!
Naivety; the one and only sin
That must be purged


Beyond meagre futility
The will to reconstruct dominating
At its zenith, the grandest utopia
Where nothing is everything and seamless are these havens
The evermorphing meadows of deceit
Neither subordinated by time nor objectivity
Legacy ensured


This manipulistic approach, an art honed to perfection
Lex Talionis amplified for maximum efficiency
Helming the grandiose artifice, the aeons are set in motion
All praises to thee, progenitor of the Expedient Overture.

Written by Raging Dreamer on 08.12.2012 at 03:09

Ok, as promised via the shout box...

This is a poem I wrote in 2005. I've posted it twice on my blog on Word Press, each time in celebration of winter, snow and the holiday season. It just seems fitting. Enjoy.

You are 1th pereson who's post I print out because its awesome, I can describe it I cant read such long posts so deep sitting near PC, I print out and read it many times is awesome
I nrealy wish I was person who wrote it its beautiful

Her Soul(So Dark)

[b]She whispered silently
under a nightwing
and asked for pleasure

lust and satisfaction
in night when blizzard
destroyed silent harmony

she is...
..soul so dark
she is...
....so cold
she is...
...so invisible
she is ...
....so dead

Darkness created temptation
but fingers felt the ice
tong felt the ice
and body felt the ice
sensible voice
from above
stopped me from....[/i]

Written by Guest on 08.12.2012 at 17:12

Unearthing the crown of treason
Phenomena brought to (inevitable) fruition
The magnitude of which is uncertain
Drawing ever closer, with inch-perfect precision
Subliminal in its approach, cautious build-up
Once fulfilled, there is no return to the former
Irreversible, nonresponsive
Restoring of the status quo nullified


Resistance to dogmatic interpretation
Or so it is claimed
A self-serving purpose held in high esteem
Inherit, utilize, disintegrate
As seen fit
The will of the stronger, in triumphant defiance
Above sheep and rubble; they who embrace mediocrity
Barter innovation for obsolescence
For peace!
Naivety; the one and only sin
That must be purged


Beyond meagre futility
The will to reconstruct dominating
At its zenith, the grandest utopia
Where nothing is everything and seamless are these havens
The evermorphing meadows of deceit
Neither subordinated by time nor objectivity
Legacy ensured


This manipulistic approach, an art honed to perfection
Lex Talionis amplified for maximum efficiency
Helming the grandiose artifice, the aeons are set in motion
All praises to thee, progenitor of the Expedient Overture.

That was purely fantastic. Kudos. Does it have a subject?

Here's one I wrote as a lamentation to my withering city:

The Esoteric Soliloquy Of Damascus:

Thy virginal purity, my olden monolith
Lies on the verge of desecration
An ensanguined sword, unsheathed to strike
By the order of Fate The Tyrannical

The serpent is viciously writhing
Spewing filth and tenebrous rot
Engulfing thee with swirling murk
Alas, the looming sword now draws near

Flames lustfully scorch thy glorification
As the immemorial years become not but cinders
In the cold furnace of life awaits thy finality
As ashes, to be swept away with the tides of time

Thou now existest in an isthmus of thy own continuum
Shrouded by a cloak so dark, deep in thy esotericism
Intriguing it is, but of a queer mysticism
For as the sword descends, thy soliloquy is:

O Catapult...
Thy shrapnel wounds me not
I am the faceless one
I am the immaterial one
Sling axes, sling rocks, SLING CITIES AT ME!
For as I receive them, as they land in my tender arms
Thou shalt see that
It is I who is the catapult that wretches the land
It is I whose angst is the bane of banes
It is I who is the master of the guillotine
It is I, the city of virginal purity

There Comes The Undertaker

Eternal question, about living and dying
Lost it meaning, same like heaven and hell
Doesn't matter if man dies young or live longer
Because in the end there comes the undertaker

Snow fades, same roots of oak
And river dries out or overflowing
Sorrows kills, bullets saves
And in the end there comes the undertaker

Lying here, dying there
Falling apart, broken heart
As child i lived, as old man I won't die
Because in the end there comes the undertaker

Tired from darkness, depressed from light
Mentally disorder and paranoia
Live to die or live to love doesn't matter
Because in the end there comes the undertaker

I open doors silently
and shattered spirit wander
just like me , we both was lost
no name, and no begging
only eternety and never ending dreams
weeping quietly
crack me open, broke me violently
touch me softly, kiss me deadly
no matters to me anyway
'cause it was not ment to me
'cause I belong in eternity
'cause I am different
'cause I am not afraid

Here's another one I just finished:

The Longest Night

The sun has died
Nothing more than ash
Man cannot survive
In this burned out hell

The moon is grinning wide
The stars begin to laugh
Man must learn to thrive
Before the shadows move in

Their eyes blank in the dark
The void swallows them whole
The night chill pierces the bone
Until there's nothing left inside

The madness of the lark
Is taunted by the nightingale
The crow squawks all alone
The owl turns its head

The dark city is alight
Abandoned by all but ghosts
The forests is still alive
Crawling on the underside

They survived the first fright
The empty became their home
They learned how to survive
They're not the only ones

Creatures in the night
Stalk before the prowl
They'll find you if they can
Don't bother trying to hide

In the dim an endless fight
The species' great divide
The rise, fall and second chance of man
Deep within the longest night

She left yesterday
Went down to endless road
She might come back one day
When singles bird will approach melancholy
In sorrowful land
Room full whit tears
Where windows painted black
And sunshine fades away in July
And rain keeps on raining
Trought hole in your roof
What you cannot fix
Like you cannot fix broken heart
And get back life
What you had before you met her
In this endless road
Where sunshine always shines in July
Where you can go back
Using your last opportunity to smile
Live and smile again

Damn it's been a long time since I've written anything. This is far from my best work, but oh well.

The butchered soul of all predilection
unknown, untold and unsure
disorientated, self awareness fades away
a perdition fully realised by its barren state
The vermin vitality
a penchant for mortality
the malevolent force: reality
rears it's ugly head
and as the farcical normality
reiterates brutality
and all these callous fucking fallacies
will never stay dead

We use to live once in this road
soaked wet in autumn rain
burned oyr skins in summer sun
We use to ride till edge of world
no quastens asked anout the time
no sorrows, no guilt at all
We use to live together in speed
frezzed in cold winter day
lost oyr shades in spring sunligt
we use to be together
but days has past, and I still dont understand
why you keep sorrow in long long years after my death

They summon 13 forgotten moons
in ritual of ancient ceremony
what don't bring evil
but relise calm enegry
what reflects our mind
and heals spirit

They(others) said
its blasphemy
and destroyed our temple
changed story and everything
so our ships was ready
and we went to 11th moon
what our children
in nowadays knows
like mother earth

A friend on Facebook wrote the following line: "'I'm gonna write a love poem for ketchup."
When I realized that she was unlikely to follow through with it, I decided to do the task myself. It was soon met with cries of "omg Joseph" from approximately one person.

(please note: this isn't actually supposed to be good)

Ode to Ketchup

Oh, to my dearest ketchup; fairest be thou
I wish I could continually indulge in that redness
Of which I dip my french fries into
Of which I could not settle for less

Oh, to the fairest of condiments
How I yearn for you to know and feel
I hope you will know my loving sentiments
From within my bowels with the rest of the dollar meal

Nec divinitatis templum, omnibus sanctis
(A Temple Without Divinity, A Sanctuary For All)
This silent hiss of breath shown in the cold
To utter a prayer is what drives me
By myself but never truly alone

In the cold night where the demons dwells
Sanctuary comes in a rundown temple
Its spire challenged by the fog around it
The bells toll endless for fair warning
And faithful love and tolerance
The Church has failed, its purpose devoid of reason
And hopeless of redemption
but as the church she still offers hope

The intimidating stained windows
Spelling history and prophecies of divinity
Mock and mourn your fate
And welcome you in without care of purpose
A crucifix over an altar,
One of bronze and wood,
One of the three holy trinity
Now holds his arms open in a welcoming embrace

Warm and forgiving,
Hallow yet harrow and only so safe
I sit by myself on a pew up front
Away from the panicky masses also confined within
Outside, no one knows what lurks
Not even I

They form a circle around me as I stand
They bow and kneel in prayer
Praying to whatever may save them from this dark time
I only lead, speaking in half-truths and shrouded in lies
My faith is questioned, but it stands firm and true
Like the very sanctuary I offer

God and Satan will have to wait
I now only offer those who wish it
Those who fear the dark outside and the horrors that await
I offer the welcoming light of not the Church
But my church


No Need For Control
My hands choked all life taken for granted
My heart heavy as lead pumping in toxic blood
My scars a constant reminder for well-place cynicism
My head is the only sane man in the asylum

I will be when,
After the undoing of the truth,
This reformation of lies absorb
All that is left of my kingdom
All that is left of my mind
The power that I possess and hold
Until there's nothing left to be

I, the man, I was once yet never was
And never will be again
Cannot comprehend the none or the all
The benevolence of the kind man
Or one who feels contempt and hate
Never again will it bring
Compassion and peace
But contempt and final understanding

I forget
Religion, repression
Those are the things I dare not humor
Religion, the sickness
Repression, the madness
The downfall of my sanity
The dust in my mind

My life, I ask no change
My light has been snuffed as a candle
My dark goes on forever
My, oh my, it goes on into the never

You are to be who you are and whoever you will be

A haiku which doesn't really follow traditional form:

Insomnia
Chirps are louder than cars and thoughts,
Sunrise

Written by Sophist on 20.06.2013 at 20:17

A haiku which doesn't really follow traditional form:

Insomnia
Chirps are louder than cars and thoughts,
Sunrise

hippie quit smoking and writing stuff ...

Written by ANGEL REAPER on 21.06.2013 at 02:57

Written by Sophist on 20.06.2013 at 20:17

A haiku which doesn't really follow traditional form:

Insomnia
Chirps are louder than cars and thoughts,
Sunrise

hippie quit smoking and writing stuff ...

At the moment of writing I was full of nicotine and caffeine, nothing else

Written by Sophist on 21.06.2013 at 18:42

Written by ANGEL REAPER on 21.06.2013 at 02:57

Written by Sophist on 20.06.2013 at 20:17

A haiku which doesn't really follow traditional form:

Insomnia
Chirps are louder than cars and thoughts,
Sunrise

hippie quit smoking and writing stuff ...

At the moment of writing I was full of nicotine and caffeine, nothing else

than return back to 60s

Here's a couple I have written for my poetry blog.

The Hazy Mist

Deliberation upon a willowed sea of sigh,
A black, hazy mist caresses you in shadows high,
Images shattered to pieces appear,
And reform into a painting so clear,

Past lives melt into the fold,
A dream yet comes unforetold,
That secrets you hide will bury thee;
All that was lost was meant to be...



The Apathetic Descent

A lone soul traveling through time
Confronted by the ways of the living,
Expressing through the means of mime
To a wall of silence louder than bombs.

An expression of thought enlivening
To all the ever-present calms,
Perished in passive fires a blazing
In this vast sea of emptiness.

With a stretch of these palms
Begins this descent into madness
The omnipresent ignorance of these psalms
Is a vision getting set to unfold...

Written by Bad English on 29.01.2013 at 01:44

There Comes The Undertaker

Eternal question, about living and dying
Lost it meaning, same like heaven and hell
Doesn't matter if man dies young or live longer
Because in the end there comes the undertaker

Snow fades, same roots of oak
And river dries out or overflowing
Sorrows kills, bullets saves
And in the end there comes the undertaker

Lying here, dying there
Falling apart, broken heart
As child i lived, as old man I won't die
Because in the end there comes the undertaker

Tired from darkness, depressed from light
Mentally disorder and paranoia
Live to die or live to love doesn't matter
Because in the end there comes the undertaker

Holy shit!!!!! I really highly appreciate this : )))

High on Death (The Flatliners)

Out of my mind for a thrill to seek
When living for but many reasons was
reduced to only one and one in particular

This mortal coil is now an immortal deal
My dreams become nightmares to become dreams again
There says and shows nothing behind them
Except the Aesop of death being but a part of life
And something that should not
But not could not
Be trifled with for the betterment of man and their spirits

The Flatlines are all we are and all we were ever be
Now that legacies dare not die any faster than their mortal bodies
The blissful sound of a flat line like a needle pierced my skin
The blackness that swells and overcomes me a beautiful end to things
Then the lightning strikes?

An euphoric presence unlike sex and violence
Or any other petty feeling and attempt to gain pleasure
Very real, very untouchable
How many times have I see the face of God
And laughed?
How many times have I held death's hand
And felt the cold hate of his scythe
Only to come back and do it another day?

But bliss be forlorn and untold after
Persistant attempts at agony and
Failure to touch the skies
Heaven rained fire and hell forbade
Whatever forgives us and wherever we could not go
That was a year when death finally became optional
But life finally became worth living

Its been a while since i wrote anything ... so here it is (raw as always)

the circle of life is grinding me down
i feel trapped between its gears
the forests and starts become my prison
i feel rapped by my own dreams

the fangs of time devour me slow
ravens, my friends of old, are my foes
in seas of desperation i will drown
if you love me let the winds eat my bones

the greatest sorrow its to drink
your own blood and it to taste so sweet
my ravishing lady of pale skin
is one who tortures and whip

the most foul of enslavement is one
to collect rocks for your own prison
my ravishing lady of pale skin
is one who offers the last season

Written by ANGEL REAPER on 26.07.2013 at 22:42

Its been a while since i wrote anything ... so here it is (raw as always)

Same here


anyway last week 26 h non stop rain + after 2 days 18h non stop



I see rain is coming down
from darkened skies, destroying
roads and washing away my emotions

I see rain is coming down
and bringing back paranoid dreams
taking away my sanity

I see rain is coming down
Whit mud into my face
I cannot see, cannot breath

I see rain is coming down from sky
in the dream from what I cannot awake
I am almost dead

I see rain is coming down
and I go deeper, deeper
drowning in overflown river

I see rain is coming down
cold, so cold
under dark water

I see rain is coming
and hope it will open coffin
In unknown place where I am sleeping now and eternally

Rain is a bitch Bad... its really a bitch...

The days ago i crossed paths with my ex gf.She even didnt want to say hi (even out of polite ways)..I was about to smash her head on asphalt (america's history x style)there but i stopped.the result was this thing..written in about 2 minutes ... i dont want to brush it up...

the vine in your veins
has turned into venom
the hate from your soul
has turned into demon
inside of your heart
is turning winter cold
and your mind split
like the water into fog
no time for classy standoff
time to die like a dog
inside of you boils
guts are filling with anger
imagining the ways of death
fate violates like stranger
fear stops the breath
thousand years pass in seconds
before you die
seek for truth,its out there
inside my green eyes
but beware of old desire
what you see is not mine
they reflect your mind
before you get reborn
its time again to play

Written by ANGEL REAPER on 01.08.2013 at 01:07

The days ago i crossed paths with my ex gf.She even didnt want to say hi (even out of polite ways)..I was about to smash her head on asphalt (america's history x style)there but i stopped.the result was this thing..written in about 2 minutes ... i dont want to brush it up...

the vine in your veins
has turned into venom
the hate from your soul
has turned into demon
inside of your heart
is turning winter cold
and your mind split
like the water into fog
no time for classy standoff
time to die like a dog
inside of you boils
guts are filling with anger
imagining the ways of death
fate violates like stranger
fear stops the breath
thousand years pass in seconds
before you die
seek for truth,its out there
inside my green eyes
but beware of old desire
what you see is not mine
they reflect your mind
before you get reborn
its time again to play

This is awsome, dude you need see your ex more, LOL to write awesome poems