Post by kraken on Oct 3, 2004 19:53:45 GMT -5
Some stuff I wrote for 12th year English Literature.I had the same teacher for that class as for my Drama class,he was an old British dude,who said my script for my self developed solo performance assignment had "shades of Goethe",and I could've kissed the old bastard for that.
That year was pretty much the beginning and end of my writing attempts,though.I was living a rather unhealthy lifestyle then,and thats where all my idea's came from.
I don't particularly like this poem too much,the symbolism is REALLY heavy handed and the structure is bleh,but it got me my pass mark,so all's well that ends well,and it's a good reminder for me never to touch...recreational pharmaceuticals...again.
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DIS
The world is dead or dying,the ugly gods are lying,their lying always trying to comsume the souls of man;
Man is slowly falling,even the best are merely crawling,subjected to this mauling,at war with his own kind;
Those who know the truth are dreaming,and in their sleep are scheming ,and the horror man and god are seeing,is not an end but a beginning of an age owned by sleep;
That's when the red star rises,and the expiration of flesh begins,the god of war returns to devour all our sins;
The deepest meat of man,the taste of television and of fear,Ares comes back round again,the first in 50,000 years;
Tales of zero and of snow,these old corners of our mind,so that when Hades follows Ares,mankind is all lost,drowned in that frost and only his brethren will he find.
That year was pretty much the beginning and end of my writing attempts,though.I was living a rather unhealthy lifestyle then,and thats where all my idea's came from.
I don't particularly like this poem too much,the symbolism is REALLY heavy handed and the structure is bleh,but it got me my pass mark,so all's well that ends well,and it's a good reminder for me never to touch...recreational pharmaceuticals...again.
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DIS
The world is dead or dying,the ugly gods are lying,their lying always trying to comsume the souls of man;
Man is slowly falling,even the best are merely crawling,subjected to this mauling,at war with his own kind;
Those who know the truth are dreaming,and in their sleep are scheming ,and the horror man and god are seeing,is not an end but a beginning of an age owned by sleep;
That's when the red star rises,and the expiration of flesh begins,the god of war returns to devour all our sins;
The deepest meat of man,the taste of television and of fear,Ares comes back round again,the first in 50,000 years;
Tales of zero and of snow,these old corners of our mind,so that when Hades follows Ares,mankind is all lost,drowned in that frost and only his brethren will he find.