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Death Diary - Endymion

 
 
Endymion
 
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Reply Tue 7 Feb, 2006 10:25 pm
Too Quickly



The shadows
Crouch
By the firelight
Taunting me

The smoke
Curls
Like a ribbon
From me

My mind
Afraid
Tries hard to
Trick me

And the bottle goes down too quickly


A face
Reflected
In my glass
Haunts me

The dawn
Creeps
Like a ghost
upon me

My heart
Sits
Like a bomb
Within me

And the bottle goes down too quickly





Endymion 2006
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Endymion
 
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Reply Tue 7 Feb, 2006 11:03 pm
Think again


Pull yourself together
Stand up straight
I can't believe you've let yourself
Get in such a $ucking state
Think that you're the only one?
Think you've had it rough?
Well think again, sonny
You never were that tough.
Straighten that back!
Lift that chin!
You're a $ucking disgrace
Sonny Jim!
Head butting mirrors
Playing with blades
Hiding in the dark
Behind a pair o' shades
Like a geeky mo'-fu'
Get on your feet!
Show some pride!
'Fore I knock ya into next week
Yeah that's right
You got no pride
I know that you broke
I know that you cried
But be a man now
And put away the drink
Throw it out the window
Tip it down the sink
Or like ya doing now
Take a good long pull
And knock yourself out
Before you take the fall

You bloody fool






Endymion 2006
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Endymion
 
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Reply Tue 7 Feb, 2006 11:28 pm
Guilt

Sometimes I imagine
That I can fly into your arms
That my smile could be so great
As to lighten night
That happiness would take me
Far from this place
And that I would understand
All that I've seen and done
In hell on Earth

Sometimes I feel
That which torments me
Is already forgotten
But in my heart
I don't agree
That it should be
So easily
Forgiven

I ask myself
How long the punishment?
But have no answer





Endymion 2006
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Endymion
 
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Reply Tue 7 Feb, 2006 11:38 pm
Need to sleep
It's 5:45
Still dark
Must try
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Endymion
 
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Reply Wed 8 Feb, 2006 06:03 pm
Back here again
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Endymion
 
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Reply Wed 8 Feb, 2006 06:07 pm
War Games



War Games

We have bridged giant rivers
That turned blood red
We have built corporations
On the bones of the dead

We have flash fried whole cities
With nuclear technology
Handed future generations there
A lifetime of deformity

We have lied to ourselves
We have lied to each other
We have followed blindly
The obsessions of another

We've divided ourselves
Into rich and poor
And dishonoured ourselves
By wanting more

Our greed is insatiable
Our need based on fear
We take what we want
And make alternatives clear

We blow ourselves to pieces
We put ourselves to death
We ridicule each other
And advise in the same breath

We've declared ourselves great
And expect to be endeared
We've called ourselves heroes
And expect to be cheered

All the while looking on
As millions died of starvation
But we only cared about
The state of our nation

We fight for supremacy
We fight to be the best
We fight for ourselves
And fukk all the rest

We've crossed great continents
And stolen promised lands
We've followed old religions
That still disable man

We torture each other
We kidnap and rape
And murder the brothers
We're brought up to hate

We watch ourselves die
Everywhere, everyday
Because we're still children
And we still want to play

War Games




Endymion 2006






Hardest thing I ever wrote.
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Endymion
 
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Reply Thu 9 Feb, 2006 10:19 am
The Words I Cannot Find


I have chipped my words
From the grooves
Of dead bones
Watched them fall in sharp white splinters
To the waiting ground

I have dived down deep
Below the halo of the sun
Into the trench of the abyss
Chasing pearls
Of wisdom

I have struggled with Death
Locked in a dark corner
A faceless enemy
Who wishes to silence me
Forever

I have wandered lost
In an uncharted wood
Old compass stolen
And the nightmare faces
My only company

I have sailed high
On a raging storm
Smashing my fist
Against frozen white cliffs
That bleed their own agony

I have hammered through ice
To discover my heart,
Thawing blood
And I threw it down
Amongst the dead prose

I have opened my mouth
And tried to speak
The words to save me
But they disappear in my hands
And still confound me



Endymion 2006
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graemedaulby
 
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Reply Sat 11 Feb, 2006 03:59 pm
if you're going to continue writing, can I please give one bit of criticism. Don't do such depressing stuff...seriously!
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Armageddon
 
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Reply Sun 12 Feb, 2006 01:16 am
This is the death poetry thread.
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Endymion
 
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Reply Sun 12 Feb, 2006 06:15 pm
graemedaulby wrote:
if you're going to continue writing, can I please give one bit of criticism. Don't do such depressing stuff...seriously!


Hi graemedaulby

Yours is a difficult post to answer, because I feel that I don't have any choice about what I write.
I think that most people who've had consistent hard knocks (especially starting with a bad childhood), look for a 'reason' an 'explanation' as to why they might be put through whatever it is or was.
If I can believe that I have gained something by my experiences (insight) then I can believe that what I've been through was not just down to bad luck. It's not all negative if it is transformed creatively.

(I'm not saying my shits been any worse than anyone else's, but I'm simply saying that all I am is what I've been through)

I suppose it's cathartic - to get rid of some of the poison that's locked away inside me. Call it self-initiated therapy if you like.
Some people will relate to what I write - may even find it beneficial to know they're not alone in their thinking.
Those that do not relate (and I'm only talking content here, not skill)
...those I envy.

Thanks for posting. Hope you keep reading.
Endy
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Endymion
 
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Reply Sun 12 Feb, 2006 06:23 pm
Armageddon wrote:
This is the death poetry thread.



It sure is.
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Endymion
 
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Reply Tue 14 Feb, 2006 07:01 pm
Brit Calling Tony - Come In Tony

(moved to the People thread)
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Endymion
 
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Reply Tue 14 Feb, 2006 07:32 pm
Death To Me

Death is different to each soul
When I die - I'm going home
I don't know where home might be
But I sense it's there for me.
Death will find us, every one
Hope there's heaven there for some
But when I die I'm going home
To a place that I belong
When I die I'm gona be
Healed of sorrow
And home free


Endymion 2006
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ROBERTDAVIDSON
 
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Reply Thu 16 Feb, 2006 03:42 pm
Endymion,

"The Black Rose' has a beautiful melancholy tone and some lovely autumnal images setting the mood for the yound girl's funeral. The wor-flow is superb, and the portraits of the father's bewilderment and the friend's apparent inability to accept the death are very well done.

Robert Davidson

http://www.robertdavidson.blogsource.com
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Endymion
 
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Reply Thu 16 Feb, 2006 08:25 pm
ROBERTDAVIDSON, your post has been a wake up call to me.

I thought, ...' The Black Rose¬Öhmmm'
Then I had to hunt back for it and I started realising how much stuff I've got on this thread now. That made me go look at the People thread and hey, guess what? I'm suddenly nervous about making a complete idiot of myself. Writing poetry and putting it up here is... well you know how it is. It's like opening up and showing your innards to people and hoping they don't stink too much.
Well it isn't just that...
((laughs heartily))

(The cowardice feelings have nothing to do with your post, I hasten to add).
Just a shock to realise how much I've been putting out. And of myself.

Despite that, I'm glad you posted. Thanks for taking the time to read some of this stuff. It's encouraging to know it's being looked at.

Endy

PS
It was a lad by the way -
being buried that day
The Black Rose is an abstract reference
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Endymion
 
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Reply Thu 23 Feb, 2006 10:37 pm
DUST



BRITTLE BLACK NIGHT SENSES

BRIGHT RED GOGGLE LENSES

COLD RELENTLESS REGULATOR

LIFE STEALING BOY SLAYER

HOME RAIDER

TERMINATOR

DEATH DEALING PAIN TRADER

BURNING BONES TO DUST INVADER




Endymion2006
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Endymion
 
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Reply Fri 24 Feb, 2006 09:06 am
Poetry for WWI
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Lucky Bullet


He was crucified
Above the trenches
There for any side
To shoot at his
Defenceless body
Coward he was called
Pinned up without fuss
We heard him screaming
In the night

Punishment
Barbaric
Until the Germans
Taking pot shots at him
Saved him
With a lucky bullet




Endymion2006

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Sixty Thousand Lost in One Day



Sixty thousand men went down today
First day of the Somme
And twenty thousand British sunk
In lime and clay
Another forty thousand carted off
Far away
Crippled, mad or dying
Boys old and grey





Endymion2006

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When I Die




I shall try not to scream when I die
I shall fall silently there by the side
I shall pray that the boys gone before
Shall be waiting to welcome me home
I'll go quietly if they should meet me
Just don't let the starving eat me



Endymion2006

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We Were Lions


We were lions when we came here
Now we 're ghosts like the dead
We go about our duties
But the war has put an end
To our idealistic fancy
Of brave Tommy fighting strong
Because our brains are all shattered
And our friends all gone

We were lions when we came here
Now we're caricatures of men
We line up in the trenches
And wait for them to send us
Out towards the enemy
Who could easily be a friend
If the damn politicians
Would bring it all to an end

We were lions when we came here
Now we're living with the rats
We're all bloody starving
While they're as fat as cats
And we try to keep our spirits up
Because we have our pride
But the end now seems so meaningless
Too many men have died

We were lions when we came here
Good men, brave and strong
Marching off to glory
On the fields of the Somme
But war has changed us drastically
And torn our dreams apart
Turning us to history
And raking out our hearts





Endymion2006


http://home.hccnet.nl/jm.witte/pics/somme.jpg
August 1916: British soldiers rest during the Somme offensive

The real stuff: http://www.able2know.com/forums/viewtopic.php?p=1485007#1485007
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Endymion
 
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Reply Wed 1 Mar, 2006 10:56 am
I'll never for get these poems. They are like a part of me.

Good Luck friends

Endy
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Drowned By Darkness
 
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Reply Sat 4 Mar, 2006 10:37 pm
Laughing I just realized the name thing after I read this topic. I knew that I had heard your name before. Anyways- the poems look great, and I especially like The Black Rose.
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Endymion
 
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Reply Sat 6 May, 2006 08:17 pm
On A Crossroads


A crossroads
Lit forever
In amber light
Surrounded and entombed
By the sleeping dark of night
Where men have tasted
The terror of the burning
Turning their glowing faces
From the heat
Aware of drumming hands on glass
And running feet
There! Trapped inside
The scared eyes
Of a staring child
Save me
Save me, mister
Broken father slumped in front seat

An instant pause
A lifetime's moment
Of indecision
Ended forever
By a sudden explosion
And the high, dead scream
Of spinning metal
As all is falling
Hitting the concrete strip
And burning
While the scream is carried on
Through days and years
Marking the crossroads
With a slither of tears unsaid
Driven home forever
On the war-cries
Of the forgotten dead

A crossroads
Far away
Where once
A child chose their saviour
Believing life would be forever




Endymion 2006
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