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I can hear us

I can feel us

Riding waves, and drowning souls

Screaming, twisted, mourning, distorted

This stain was never meant to be

Red eyes and all

The blackest essence

And I still love you

All the pain we've ever felt

Blame rests in abyss

Guilt as my anchor

Escape as my sails

Home is all but lost, yet my tears are salt

There is no beauty

Just a resonate vacuum and thin air

An intangible symphony

Desire is but ashes in my mouth

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nice.

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Yesterday the fat man came

and answered all my dreams

for superficial machinations

of digital machines

So now I'm trying to define

just what all that means

Have I walked the earth in ignorance

was it all just hopeful meaningless

or blissful wasted time

or was it spent all just spent on clichéd things

that no-one can define

Will all my prayers be answered

will I one day paint it black

or will the secrets all be revealed

of Santa and his sack

Will the Universe reveal itself

Will I one day see the light

Or will the gods that be reveal themselves

I am the captain of my soul.

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I was filled with darkness

Our hand twisted

Our blood was shed

What is freedom

Unless denied?

Or so they said...

I lived that blackness

I lived those deepest recesses

And now I live,

Existence

This is remorse I cannot bear

Pain was my creation

And fear is all I know

Misery is like a delicate flower

Once in bloom

Once to wither and to decay

For there is nothing left in breaking apart

Nor the aftermath of an eternity

And that I was denied

A fallacy at its best

Victimised, sodomised, lobotomised

Oh what joy in science

Unless on the receiving end

You are me and I am you

This is why we send the troops

And why I'll see this torture through

Isn't it wonderful?

All we've learned?

How to stick a gun down a throat?

And force others against their will?

I sat by and waited turns

Survivors guilt is sadness too

I'd rather felt the pain

Waiting with anticipation

I know it's coming

But at what cost

If a fire blazes through a town

And all is turned to ash

Do we pick up the pieces and keep going

Or redesign what's left

Can we start afresh

If nothing has been learned?

I'll kill you

And I'll make it quick

Cause I know how it feels

But my death doesn't end

So I'm giving you the benefit

To help end this now

Dying to death is my only release

Perpetual self conflict

This is how it ends

In dust

Money power and fame

I'm taking what is mine

For better or for worse

If I drive myself to the grave

In my search for immortality

Perhaps then, death will greet me

My search for permanence

Uncovered impermanence

My search for love

Was only lust

Punish me

I long for the sweet release

From fear so binding

Terrorise me

I long for the death

Of all unknown

Cut my skin and watch me bleed

I'm preparing for the worst

Running a treadmill with nowhere to go

For this is the nature of suffering.

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Are you OK Bro ?

You can PM me if you need to talk mate.

I hope that was a form of therapy and it helps you to move past your pain.

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Therapy indeed, a counterpart of healing and learning.

Thankyou, I'm ok :)

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Two years ago I saw my usual quack

for soreness in my ribs and aching in my back

He took some blood and the usual cup of pee

and to the x ray clinic he then dispatched me.


A few days later he rang with sorrow

'Ring my reception, I want to see you tomorrow'

Now that's an order you can't easily dismiss

Perhaps he found something naughty in my piss.


'Your blood numbers are bad, I'll tell you no fibs

and you've got lytic lesions on you're vertebrae and ribs.

The symptoms are unusual, but there's no thrombosis,

so Multiple Myeloma would be my diagnosis'.


'Multiple what? Ive never heard of that disease

could tell me more of this strange condition please.

'Its a type of cancer, cancer of the blood cells,

fatal and incureable and the prognosis kind of smells'.


'You've got about five years according to my book'

'Give that over here, let me take a fukin look'

but he was fukin right, the doctor didn't lie,

five year life expectancy I read with a sigh.


'How did I get it? I don't smoke fags

or work with asbestos or fuck skanky hags'.

'Its purely random, not even heredity to blame

we haven't got a clue to our eternal shame'.


But that was all two years ago, progress has been made.

scientific wonder drugs should give me a decade.

So far the drugs are working like a charm

Though you spend half your life getting needles in the arm.


A stem-cell transplant helped recovery and made my face beam

and all these lovely drugs are on the benefits scheme.

I'm an old git already, I've lost a few years at the end,

and impotence, arthritis, and going round the bend.


Could be worse I've got a mate with much greater gravity,

47 year-old non smoker, cancer in the pleural cavity,

Now its spreading through his body, its really vicious

They reckon now that he won't be seeing fucking Christmas.


Fuck going to Mars lets cure cancer.


Good work Courage (and Sall), hope you're ok. Sorry to hijack your thread mate.


Therapy poetry works good.

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Everyday, I think of you. Every way, I dream about who you are. If the condescendence can make us better, then this will make us greater.

I've unlocked the gates, I'm going home. To Norah Head, till the cows come home. When it's all said and done, I'd rather be dead, than lost in a maze of twists and turns deprived of the wonder of what is.

Success is great, you are beautiful. No wonder makes my heart sorrow. Like yesteryear, and tomorrow, and the next year, until the sun comes home. You'll be in my heart for ever and ever and ever. Don't ever stop reaching for me, over and over and over again.

Sing my lovely, wither away and die. Sing to the trees, the birds and all of creation. Sing to the cows come home. I'm sorry it had to be this way, but don't forget we love you until the cows come home.

Sweet serenade, such lovely foolish glee. Stagnant are the waters that drink from yesteryear, and the blackness of our soul family. In the garden you'll burn my ashes, and drink from the sweetest dew of the honeysuckle tree. This is my burden, this was my cage, and now I yearn for the Unknown, to be free from the shackles of yesteryear.

Drink the sweetest blood, for the yesteryear time is dead and gone. Clean the walls and scrub the floors, for the shackles are all but dead and gone. Praise creation, for the time is now, to look up to the heavens and demand they let you in! And praise the joys of heaven on Earth.

With my sweetest joys and best wishes, look up to the sun and say goodbye. For all that's left is dead and gone, and all that's new birthed from all so wrong.

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if she was still here what would she say to me now ?

probably call me dick , probably call her a cow

as we'd play fight just laughing and fuck up the settee

trying to trick each other to make the next cup of tea

Im sure you're still with me , always been there

i curl up at night pretending to snug in your hair

missing you deep , awake or asleep

reminders still with me reminders I'll keep

So onward and forward with all learned and known

our dreams and our wishes , to live out on our own

one day I'll join you in the land of the summer

though meantime without you is a bit of a bummer

So in spirit and heart , in mind and in soul

I'll just keep going in pursuit our goal

and when these full eyes get old and do fade

I'll then come and find you deep in the shade

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Hope is where the heart is

Dust is where our ashes lie

Dreams are where the start is

I think of you, I cry

Try to remember

Who and what you once where

Go back to the beginning

Let these words finish this stir

My love is descending

Flowing to the depths

All pain is ending

We are our babies steps

I yearn with every fibre of my being

To restore this ancient promise

Each particle so precious

And the totality no less

Behind these words

Together on our throne

A unified oneness

And this is your home

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For those who led the way

There's not much I can say

To sacrifice their own way

To lay their life down to slay

Never thinking of themselves

Just caring for everyone else

This is the true meaning of selfishness

And expecting nothing in return

I gave my life to you

And you always gave it back

Never lost sight of the track

Even with a broken back

For one that was so young

To give their only son

To lose all joy and fun

The galactic federation of light

May we see peace on Earth, Amen

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A shark is a creature shrouded in fear

A shark is a creature that brings me to tears
A shark is a victim to damages done
A shark is alone without its sun
 
A snake is a creature with lethal sting
A snake is a victim to another’s sin
A snake is a hero in saviours disguise
A snake is an honour, a being so wise
 
A bear is a killer with blood on its hands
A bear is a mother who’s been raped on its land
 
A man is a being with power of one
A man is a being, ensure this is done
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With gratitude I sing to you

With gratitude my heart so blue
With wisdom as the church bells rang
With wisdom as this great land sang
 
With harmony the place to be
With harmony is how I see
My friends are what they mean to me
 
I cannot thank you enough
For pulling yourself together
With trust, caring and service
With a oneness that was careless
 
Perfection was a great mistake
Perfection was a salty lake
Perfection is a lesson learned
Perfection is waiting our turn
Perfection is our saving grace.
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A consciousness reborn has a million ways of dying. A segment of truth can be found through running away. Each to their own, and own to their day. Bow down before years, I’ve slept in the hay. A sunrise earl morn, could crash the whole dawn. But each to their own, I have found a new way.

 
Sometimes I wonder about each and feel a new sunrise in the earl of day. You can’t remember that which is unsure, words may put, birds may soar, but I lie in the hay. 
 
Gnashing of teeth and weeping of fears was a small price to pay for so many years, spent drowning in waves and strangling of souls. Through Mattew, years may pass, but I will lay down, surely this day.
 
A pack of laughs,a bale of wool,a nasty laugh, and a surefire kill. Straight to the point, I work with a man, sometimes I feel like I’m owning this land. Rest assured my family, we’re here in the past. Rest assured my soul, there will be no last laugh.
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A human experience can seem like a chore. It can seem with no door, lifetimes on the floor. But a life well lived, is the greatest thing a man can carry. It will always be cherished, never again, a promise that has been kept.

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I was bargaining for a life when I pondered her. Death is rebirth, and is not birth life? Or is life death..

 
I was singing with the seashells when I saw her. The agony of beauty, and a fall from grace.
 
Pain is my friend, is what I told her. And pain does not end, is what she said.
 
The rapture of wilderness, a willow tree who would die to live. She shattered my heart, look what she did give.
 
And that’s when I saw him. Standing in the light. Guilt is my anchor, rest is his sight.
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           Let your angels of inspiration open my heart,

                                                                                                Let your angels of courage fly inside.

                                                                                                I shall make a golden cradle

                                                                                                To make a place for courage.

                                                                                                I shall make a place for courage.

                                                                                                I shall make a golden fire

                                                                                                To warm courage inside.

                                                                                                I shall put my hands in your lap

                                                                                                For you to bless and use.

                                                                                                I shall put my heart in your lap

                                                                                                To be caressed by your blessing hands.

                                                                                                To grow courageous with your use

                                                                                                To put high purpose in my heart.

                                                                                                Inanna, Lady of the evening star,

                                                                                                Inanna, Lady of the morning star,

                                                                                                Study my words.

                                                                                                                        May courage dwell inside my soul.

                                                                                                                        As you have dwelt in the Great Above.

                                                                                                                        May courage dwell my soul.

                                                                                                                        As you have dwelt in the Great Below.

                                                                                                                        May courage dwell in my soul and in my destiny.

                                                                                                                        Make it so.

                                                                                                                        Make it so.

                                                                                                                        Make it so.

 

 

  1. Budapest, Zsuzsanna E. Grandmother Moon. 1991.  Harper Collins: San FranciscoPg  223.

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On 25 December 2015 at 0:44 AM, Sallubrious said:

Yesterday the fat man came

and answered all my dreams

for superficial machinations

of digital machines

So now I'm trying to define

just what all that means

Have I walked the earth in ignorance

was it all just hopeful meaningless

or blissful wasted time

or was it spent all just spent on clichéd things

that no-one can define

Will all my prayers be answered

will I one day paint it black

or will the secrets all be revealed

of Santa and his sack

Will the Universe reveal itself

Will I one day see the light

Or will the gods that be reveal themselves

I am the captain of my soul.

 

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Ever since the dawn of time we remember a blameless act. There was no fault here, you cannot be sure of what you do not know. I worry myself, if we could not see, could it happen again? How could I ever trust the depths of my soul.

What I trust lies in intention itself. What did we do for those who were not our own. What did we do as the very victim ourselves. I trust that, because I’m still here. My strength lies in courage, my resolve in pain is never again.

God, do I forgive you, and here we are. This is more, and we have only just begun. I could never express the gratitude for those who had courage in their hearts, despite all adversities, despite the depths of our own guilt and hatred, I stand protected. I stand in you.

That is the truth in trust itself, that is what takes me home. That is my home. So you see? I can’t be dead. You can’t be. Because I love you. You hear me? I love you.

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DISCLAIMER: for utilisation methods, nothing personal?

 

a collar round my neck
a chain to the earth
i was head banging man
metal to the death

i spat in your face
you fucking putrid race
how dare you
even gaze upon my face

ill rape your daughters
steal your soul
and never forget
I’m the oldest of old

what you did forget
is i had my permission
you ransacked my house
and stole all given

raped our children
and burned the earth
when i died that day
my god did that hurt

the look in my eyes
i stared at my tribe
the creator itself
my pains still alive

my voice grew hollow
my voice grew thin
my life force left
still not allowed in

i will go on
from triumph to pass
let us never forget
i walk this path

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Eve.
 

Still feel the smile in your words, a memory I’ll never forget. Something that only grows stronger with the years, with eternity.

 
Your words ring with reason, an intelligence that send me wild. My sensual desire sparks to see those thoughts move through your head, that brain of yours traveling through my blood. That brain of mine rushing with sex chemicals or whatever.
 
Yet, I still see clear. I still see you. As I see me.
 
Your youth, your beauty, our truth. You see with your eyes, yet it still hurts to drop your disguise. You hear with your ears, yet it still hurts, to face your fears. You carried your luggage, a solace you would care to forget. For in those bags you found my treasures, my gifts, my love for you. So please remember, do not be ashamed. That was our way, our trust, our care, our service. Now let it go, and embrace the twin flame reunion.
 
Does the ocean pale when you go for a swim? Can you still hear the dolphins sing in your garden? Does your face pale when I stare into your eyes? Does our love ever die, even when not remembering? 
 
When I’m with the Earth, she’s my only one. I listen to her darkness, I listen to her truth, beauty, joy and love. I listen to her as all existence sinks into nothingness at the sound of her heart. That is my way. And here I am with you now. With no one else, not my father, not my son, not my mother, not my daughter. Just you. My one and only.
 
Today I hear the hummingbird. The sweetest tune I ever heard. She says, I will see you today, you will be with me. So I wait.
Today I hear the faerie queen, I beg for her mercy. End this today. So I wait.
Today I hear my very soul, take me home I say. So I wait.
Tomorrow I hear the Golden Dawn, here I come I say. And I wait.
 
Today I hear my greatest love. I hear here dance, I hear her move, I hear her weep. I hear her coming, I hear her promise. So I wait.
 
Please don’t break my heart.

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If you walk in the sunshine you might curse the heat,

Perhaps the sunblock you wear on your face,

The mosquitoes, or the repellent,

The burn on your skin,

Or the polluted ozone

 

If you walk on the Earth you might curse the grass,

Itchy feet and stinky socks,

 

She might curse you too,

Manu, Manu! Let down your hair.

Im fighting for my right but the world isn't fair.

The other day I went to a swamp.

The leeches, bacteria and maggots took a romp.

 

Now that's a dirty picture! So I took a bath.

The Earth said "S-Q-U-I!", and I laughed.

One blocked their nose, another sighed in disgust.

 

And the next day, my shame was high, but,

I looked up, and what did I see?

 

http://anonhq.com/breaking-news-meteor-impacts-offshore-queensland-earthquake-recorded-residents-terrified/

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