euthanasia
02-26-2003, 08:51 AM
Greetings. Being there a lot of poems going around here in the Letters section. I took the liberty of grabbin some of them, and exhibit them here, along with the authorŽs name.
Relax. Turn on the music and enjoy this masterpieces. (except mines, of course)
*The Fear - by simple1
You'll resolve it
You can save yourself
Stare in silence
Call out for yourself
Save the weakness
You don't need it, now
But the man in black won't save you now
It's all you need he can't give it to you
You're falling back inside again
It's tearing you down
Don't leave, the fear alone is all you need
Sometimes the fear alone will set you free
But the fear you feel can't consume you
It's a living death of what you should be
Don't hold back all of the fear you feel
Don't let it leave
Don't leave, the fear alone is all you need
Sometimes the fear alone will set you free
Look inside you fuckin' lied to me
Come inside you fuckin' lied to me
Look inside you fuckin' lied to me
Come inside you fuckin' lied.
Don't leave, the fear alone is all you need
Sometimes the fear alone will set you free...
*Epiphany - by Rice
The poison sting
Is fatal yet
Nothing has come
To you
The piercing stone
Has severed deep
Within the mount
Of you
And slowly you
Fall deep within
The epitome of
The forasken
Slowly all
The tears you cried
the words unsaid
Came pouring out
Your blood has shed
Your ego bruised
There's nothing in it
For you
This will always be
And will become
The stains of your
Epiphany
*A poem for the Ex (Puppet) - by wuphat
Double-talkin', two-faced wisdom of a liar.
Backwards, puppet-stringed bleeding heart's desire.
Chamber-walkin', discgraced victim of my love.
Fake words (what you bring) are you ashamed of?
You can't bring me down to the level that you wallow within.
The tell-tale, underhanded wooden puppet's nose.
Take it back, show the script and watch the story grow.
Then unveil (don't leave stranded) any open wounds.
The deck is stacked; let it rip and tell us how you do.
You can't bring me down to the level that you wallow within.
Don't you make a sound. Keep your mouth shut if you want to win.
What is it that makes you work?
Who's got a hand up your shirt?
Tell me, who controls your strings?
Why care what tomorrow brings?
Who writes your puppet rules?
You must lie in the bed that you make.
Take everything that you can take.
Live with your choices today,
Don't let your fear get in the way.
Who said life is an easy ride?
Move or stand still; time to decide.
But until then, do what you can
To make the best of the test
That's been placed before you.
Forget last week, sow what you reap.
Don't take the time to bitch and whine
About what you've got to do.
The only constant in the world is change.
Nothing ever stays the same.
Save your tears for another day.
The only thing that stays the same is change
And I won't play the fool.
When it's time to live in shame, I think it's funny still.
Cry out loud, you puppet girl, and don't forget your bill.
So, tow your line and drop the names of who you think will care.
Stand up proud and show the world what it is you dare.
The only thing that stays the same is change
And I won't play the fool.
Who's the puppet now?
*Spiritual Justice - Clever Name
If I may stay as one,
without my soul, mind, and spirit.
Then what will come of life?
Will I be reduced by society to dust,
with the voice of the people to blow me away?
I must not allow this.
I must find the epicenter of the storm within,
and crack my shell to release my heart.
With this power I can shine
I must shine and let my body effervesce.
The boiling inside and the cracking of skin climax at once.
My spirit, mind, and soul are found.
From this I take what is mine,
creativity and art is back within my hands.
I will use my power against them.
The vampires, leeches, and pirates crawl in defeat,
cracked and empty.
For the tables are now turned, my body is one.
And I still may...
*Fobia - by euthanasia
Grab it, just grab it
Use all your will, throw it away
Or it will sink you
Far too long it has been
By your side, corrupting yout thoughts
It si time to let go
So murder that part of you
Then we can go on
And pass through the door
*Vitality - by euthanasia
I think Im ready
Open the door
And release the tide
I cant stay like this much longer
So I trust I have nothing to loose
But I am not one alone
For as i lift my conscience I feel
My brothers and my sisters struggling
Throwing and climbing, trying everything
To enter the life
I never thought it to be this way
In such feeling, such beauty, such peace
Makes it difficult to understand how am i
The only one up here
It should not be this way
A touch, a sense, a tremble
So long has gone by, it is time to go on to life
This blue, this white, why is everything so cold?
In the light the mist has covered my self
I slowly tend to regret all
I don't want the change setted upon me
But choices are for being chosen once
And I did not listen when the choice was done
Screaming to save my spirit
Outside in the wasteland I encounter lonelyness
All i can see are empty shells of existances
It is time to forget my way
Otherwise i could not take it all
Now i am, I know, I live
The cloud is gone for good
Something somehow did this
My self is open again, in a way that closes
Everyone else
I breathe, I percibe, I am aware
This counsciousness enlarges
Extended, all conetcs, all is one
Now only I can see it, I can watch the self
As it cames down and from everything at all
Feel it, fill life with existance
Be aware that conected is the only way
We could achieve the pleasure we always wanted
Conect yourself
Live
Send it all away, for pleasure weŽll find again
*Simplicity - by euthanasia
So beautifully expressed
In metaphors beyond expression
Praying and moaning to keep it
Holding and grabbing, to save something
But not as strong enough to harm anything
So bright lighting up my eyes
Is so amazing when she flies
She is going to leave us all behind
*This of me - by Rice
Belonging to you
I can't be
This...
Calling from an empty voice
Void and reason clash within
This...
See light dim and weaken inside
Fatal cries; tedium groans
Deafens me in the night
Bleed through
This...
Insignificancy
Grow through this
Go through this
Bind through
This of me
*untitled - by Brokenelevator
won't you surround
will you descend
to land next to me
on this waiting planet
surround and cover with
blue wings
protective fatherlike brilliant
silent
your wisdom
won't you come down
surround
survive
your wounds are open
and dry
when i finger them
they feel like plastic organs
you the plastic messiah
i want to defend your
blasphemy
so heal
while i wait for this
to boil
*Fuck you, America - by Brokenelevator
fuck this america, a kentucky fried chicken legislature serving steaming hot plates of corruption--for only $1.99 + your soul! fuck, the corporate prunes even market anti-materialism--the god of irony and the god of convenience SELLS!
fuck, the only four letter word I know that has lost as much meaning as the actual act---everytime I see the pope raping vanna white, I want to laugh....OR SHOOT MYSELF...and to gamble on this lot is far too risky--
the loss of worship in our country has transformed our spirituality into capitalism...we have made for ourselves a CARVEN IMAGE or IDOL--of Uncle Sam, eating state-dedicated quarters in a bowl of Cheerios, reading Wall Street Journal, wearing a necktie to hold in his bulging hardon--caused by pop music and the death of art--
we claim to embrace everything, but we are groping in a black hole. this politically correct *moment of silence* is bullshit--there IS NO SILENCE in our country--this is how we mock ourselves--
america, fuck your polyurethane babies, your starbucks democracy indulging in *artsy* conversation over cell phones--finding symbolic meaning in the last episode of FRIENDS--cuz we're so fucking DEEP--raising an absent family of two lawyers and two angsty, zit-ridden teenagers who think they are opening their eyes (WHEN IN REALITY THERE IS NOTHING THERE TO SEE) when they indulge in marijuana and taco bell, life in a van, to *mature* and find faith in BIG MONEY--
we crucify ourselves on white picket fences, we crucify ourselves on the american dream.
mayday, can i fucking repeat, you are burning down--there is NOTHING THERE--all your losses, your belittled sacrifices, your prozac mustang, rush to find meaning, your greek mythology books and high school transcript---they mean precisely.....SHIT
what are we pursuing? are we this suicidal? because is it OUR DEATH we are chasing, and no folks, there are no exceptions, no excuses, no written permission of exemptions, etc. and no folks, you really CANT keep what you've worked for, so just shut up for a second, put down your mortgage, lawsuit papers, and LISTEN--
listen to your heartbeat and inner self, the waves that weakly pass through your near-dead THIRD EYE---hold up your mind to the light and let go. thinking without your mind, USE YOUR SOUL. be still and fucking know....
once we've managed as a whole, we can start to communicate, or commune, in spirit and soul and passion, to push away this distraction, and work on unification---without needing uniforms--we can hold our divinity and our capacity and appreciate these brilliant colors given to us, and we can find God without religion or being desperate to understand or use OUR EYES (which are blind anyway), maybe...even evolve someday....taking place in the cosmos, letting sink this delusion of time and matter--
maybe....and i believe it...so don't say i don't have faith, because i have more than you fucking know. and until then, fuck you, america.
Relax. Turn on the music and enjoy this masterpieces. (except mines, of course)
*The Fear - by simple1
You'll resolve it
You can save yourself
Stare in silence
Call out for yourself
Save the weakness
You don't need it, now
But the man in black won't save you now
It's all you need he can't give it to you
You're falling back inside again
It's tearing you down
Don't leave, the fear alone is all you need
Sometimes the fear alone will set you free
But the fear you feel can't consume you
It's a living death of what you should be
Don't hold back all of the fear you feel
Don't let it leave
Don't leave, the fear alone is all you need
Sometimes the fear alone will set you free
Look inside you fuckin' lied to me
Come inside you fuckin' lied to me
Look inside you fuckin' lied to me
Come inside you fuckin' lied.
Don't leave, the fear alone is all you need
Sometimes the fear alone will set you free...
*Epiphany - by Rice
The poison sting
Is fatal yet
Nothing has come
To you
The piercing stone
Has severed deep
Within the mount
Of you
And slowly you
Fall deep within
The epitome of
The forasken
Slowly all
The tears you cried
the words unsaid
Came pouring out
Your blood has shed
Your ego bruised
There's nothing in it
For you
This will always be
And will become
The stains of your
Epiphany
*A poem for the Ex (Puppet) - by wuphat
Double-talkin', two-faced wisdom of a liar.
Backwards, puppet-stringed bleeding heart's desire.
Chamber-walkin', discgraced victim of my love.
Fake words (what you bring) are you ashamed of?
You can't bring me down to the level that you wallow within.
The tell-tale, underhanded wooden puppet's nose.
Take it back, show the script and watch the story grow.
Then unveil (don't leave stranded) any open wounds.
The deck is stacked; let it rip and tell us how you do.
You can't bring me down to the level that you wallow within.
Don't you make a sound. Keep your mouth shut if you want to win.
What is it that makes you work?
Who's got a hand up your shirt?
Tell me, who controls your strings?
Why care what tomorrow brings?
Who writes your puppet rules?
You must lie in the bed that you make.
Take everything that you can take.
Live with your choices today,
Don't let your fear get in the way.
Who said life is an easy ride?
Move or stand still; time to decide.
But until then, do what you can
To make the best of the test
That's been placed before you.
Forget last week, sow what you reap.
Don't take the time to bitch and whine
About what you've got to do.
The only constant in the world is change.
Nothing ever stays the same.
Save your tears for another day.
The only thing that stays the same is change
And I won't play the fool.
When it's time to live in shame, I think it's funny still.
Cry out loud, you puppet girl, and don't forget your bill.
So, tow your line and drop the names of who you think will care.
Stand up proud and show the world what it is you dare.
The only thing that stays the same is change
And I won't play the fool.
Who's the puppet now?
*Spiritual Justice - Clever Name
If I may stay as one,
without my soul, mind, and spirit.
Then what will come of life?
Will I be reduced by society to dust,
with the voice of the people to blow me away?
I must not allow this.
I must find the epicenter of the storm within,
and crack my shell to release my heart.
With this power I can shine
I must shine and let my body effervesce.
The boiling inside and the cracking of skin climax at once.
My spirit, mind, and soul are found.
From this I take what is mine,
creativity and art is back within my hands.
I will use my power against them.
The vampires, leeches, and pirates crawl in defeat,
cracked and empty.
For the tables are now turned, my body is one.
And I still may...
*Fobia - by euthanasia
Grab it, just grab it
Use all your will, throw it away
Or it will sink you
Far too long it has been
By your side, corrupting yout thoughts
It si time to let go
So murder that part of you
Then we can go on
And pass through the door
*Vitality - by euthanasia
I think Im ready
Open the door
And release the tide
I cant stay like this much longer
So I trust I have nothing to loose
But I am not one alone
For as i lift my conscience I feel
My brothers and my sisters struggling
Throwing and climbing, trying everything
To enter the life
I never thought it to be this way
In such feeling, such beauty, such peace
Makes it difficult to understand how am i
The only one up here
It should not be this way
A touch, a sense, a tremble
So long has gone by, it is time to go on to life
This blue, this white, why is everything so cold?
In the light the mist has covered my self
I slowly tend to regret all
I don't want the change setted upon me
But choices are for being chosen once
And I did not listen when the choice was done
Screaming to save my spirit
Outside in the wasteland I encounter lonelyness
All i can see are empty shells of existances
It is time to forget my way
Otherwise i could not take it all
Now i am, I know, I live
The cloud is gone for good
Something somehow did this
My self is open again, in a way that closes
Everyone else
I breathe, I percibe, I am aware
This counsciousness enlarges
Extended, all conetcs, all is one
Now only I can see it, I can watch the self
As it cames down and from everything at all
Feel it, fill life with existance
Be aware that conected is the only way
We could achieve the pleasure we always wanted
Conect yourself
Live
Send it all away, for pleasure weŽll find again
*Simplicity - by euthanasia
So beautifully expressed
In metaphors beyond expression
Praying and moaning to keep it
Holding and grabbing, to save something
But not as strong enough to harm anything
So bright lighting up my eyes
Is so amazing when she flies
She is going to leave us all behind
*This of me - by Rice
Belonging to you
I can't be
This...
Calling from an empty voice
Void and reason clash within
This...
See light dim and weaken inside
Fatal cries; tedium groans
Deafens me in the night
Bleed through
This...
Insignificancy
Grow through this
Go through this
Bind through
This of me
*untitled - by Brokenelevator
won't you surround
will you descend
to land next to me
on this waiting planet
surround and cover with
blue wings
protective fatherlike brilliant
silent
your wisdom
won't you come down
surround
survive
your wounds are open
and dry
when i finger them
they feel like plastic organs
you the plastic messiah
i want to defend your
blasphemy
so heal
while i wait for this
to boil
*Fuck you, America - by Brokenelevator
fuck this america, a kentucky fried chicken legislature serving steaming hot plates of corruption--for only $1.99 + your soul! fuck, the corporate prunes even market anti-materialism--the god of irony and the god of convenience SELLS!
fuck, the only four letter word I know that has lost as much meaning as the actual act---everytime I see the pope raping vanna white, I want to laugh....OR SHOOT MYSELF...and to gamble on this lot is far too risky--
the loss of worship in our country has transformed our spirituality into capitalism...we have made for ourselves a CARVEN IMAGE or IDOL--of Uncle Sam, eating state-dedicated quarters in a bowl of Cheerios, reading Wall Street Journal, wearing a necktie to hold in his bulging hardon--caused by pop music and the death of art--
we claim to embrace everything, but we are groping in a black hole. this politically correct *moment of silence* is bullshit--there IS NO SILENCE in our country--this is how we mock ourselves--
america, fuck your polyurethane babies, your starbucks democracy indulging in *artsy* conversation over cell phones--finding symbolic meaning in the last episode of FRIENDS--cuz we're so fucking DEEP--raising an absent family of two lawyers and two angsty, zit-ridden teenagers who think they are opening their eyes (WHEN IN REALITY THERE IS NOTHING THERE TO SEE) when they indulge in marijuana and taco bell, life in a van, to *mature* and find faith in BIG MONEY--
we crucify ourselves on white picket fences, we crucify ourselves on the american dream.
mayday, can i fucking repeat, you are burning down--there is NOTHING THERE--all your losses, your belittled sacrifices, your prozac mustang, rush to find meaning, your greek mythology books and high school transcript---they mean precisely.....SHIT
what are we pursuing? are we this suicidal? because is it OUR DEATH we are chasing, and no folks, there are no exceptions, no excuses, no written permission of exemptions, etc. and no folks, you really CANT keep what you've worked for, so just shut up for a second, put down your mortgage, lawsuit papers, and LISTEN--
listen to your heartbeat and inner self, the waves that weakly pass through your near-dead THIRD EYE---hold up your mind to the light and let go. thinking without your mind, USE YOUR SOUL. be still and fucking know....
once we've managed as a whole, we can start to communicate, or commune, in spirit and soul and passion, to push away this distraction, and work on unification---without needing uniforms--we can hold our divinity and our capacity and appreciate these brilliant colors given to us, and we can find God without religion or being desperate to understand or use OUR EYES (which are blind anyway), maybe...even evolve someday....taking place in the cosmos, letting sink this delusion of time and matter--
maybe....and i believe it...so don't say i don't have faith, because i have more than you fucking know. and until then, fuck you, america.