abstrect-christ Posted April 14, 2011 Posted April 14, 2011 Speed limit enforced by air craft, Winds kicked up feeding eachother under the cloth like veil of cotton and wool held up at its hilt vertical as the hills surrounding the estate. The Tornadoes coloured all different dyes pearls like anchored debris forced to endure the battering elements-- sometimes getting rest as the Catalyst slows-- quickly picking up again; the red, green, blue and yellow room that fit sixty or more, other Tornadoes waiting to be picked out by hot air, their hair big -- some curled, others flat; all cheeks red with hope only conveyed through their smile, one gets picked out of many - swung to emulate the rest as the Violins and Flutes pick up the Catalyst, Trombone playing the beat. Blue Danube is in full swing the dancers looking on eachother with haughty intrigue. Looking upon eachothers expensive attire, wig and darker shades among them; some of the lights too, as Trumpets and Flutes finish off the piece subtly exploding in a final resurrection of Violins and reincarnation of Trumpets. They step off. Formal introductions are over -- schemes, strategies and general interests are a'foot. by Jeremy Swyck (07/29/09) Quote Pinhead "Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh." Joey "I don't believe you." Pinhead "Oh come, you can hear its faint echo right now. I'm here to turn up the volume. To press the stinking face of humanity into the dark blood of its own secret heart." "There's a starving beast inside my chestplaying with me until he's boredThen, slowly burying his tusks in my fleshcrawling his way out he rips open old woundsWhen I reach for the knife placed on the bedside tableits blade reflects my determined faceto plant it in my chestand carve a hole so deep it snaps my veinsHollow me out, I want to feel empty"-- "Being Able To Feel Nothing" by Oathbreakerhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aBPy3xNwwL8 "Sky turns to a deeper grey the sun fades by the moon hell's come from the distant hills tortures dreams of the doomed and they pray, yet they prey and they pray, still they prey"-- "Still They Prey" by Coughhttps://soundcloud.com/relapserecords/sets/cough-still-they-pray
Tinker Posted April 21, 2011 Posted April 21, 2011 Hi Jeremy, This poem is a symphony of sounds and images. A piece that takes several reads to aborb it all. There is much here to explore so I go back for more. ~~Tink Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com
Benjamin Posted April 24, 2011 Posted April 24, 2011 Colourful and dynamic imagery. The further into it I got the more I was reminded of The Sorcerer's Apprentice where everything escalated beyond control. Enjoyed the read. Quote
tonyv Posted April 24, 2011 Posted April 24, 2011 A celebration of home, Jeremy? Very Canada plains ... Tony :) Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic
dr_con Posted April 24, 2011 Posted April 24, 2011 Interesting- very nice clear images- The layers of metaphor did defy me at first- but upon re-reading-liked the clever play... Nice. DC&J Quote thegateless.org
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