Deus_Ex_Lemur
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Just feel like posting some poetry. Not all finished. Some Lemuricks (limericks) and haiku to start. (my lemuricks are not hilarious; I just enjoy their structure)
Lemuricks:
Just Gimme Some Glue/Glued
I can’t see past my porcelain hands splayed
Out front of my weary eyes cracked and flayed
Blocking a sun that shines no light
Shattered bare by rocks in flight
The broken pieces set, for all displayed
Mankind
The amicable grudge of man
Impassable with his slashing clash of hands
Darkness erodes his sight
Lightness eludes his plight
But hope remains, as if still in his plans
Love
All I can do is stare a trapping gaze
All I can feel is a sickly haze
There is no escape to test
There is no blissful rest
All I can do is hope my fear will phase
Hubris
Thwarted in a quickening of fallows
Courted by marching bands of sorrows
Maestro of cacophony
Steadfast in catastrophe
Horded with thy Chorus toward the gallows
Haiku:
In Closing
The Final Curtain
Fallen upon actless dreams
In front, bows the stage
Out In Nowhere
Tundra of thoughts
Recluse for hermits and wards
Too cold for their stay
Other Forms:
Odyssey For Lost Souls
A lonely voyage doomed to selfish plight?
Abandoned on happy trails grown bare
Snatched up into the jaws of Hell’s delight
Foul tongues gnashing your bloodied hope cooked rare
Spat to a world fooled in Heaven’s grace
Imprisoned behind its Mind’s Eye gouged blind
Escape! In darkness chased by dim-lit face
Found! Huddled among the masses of Mankind.
Seeing the Void, Hearing the Light
I awake everyday ontop a springboard coffin
The windows of my room blotted black by dark dying sun
An eclipse of the soul
Driving it to blindness
Where do I find my way through the pitch blackness?
What light shall glimmer its hope through this infinite void?
I see nothing. There is nothing to see. No exit.
No glimmer
No Hope.
Hope never existed.
I wouldn’t recognize its face if it did.
And so what is the point?
“Listen!” A voice echoes circles in the darkness
“Your soul’s been blighted to blindness, but
Can you not hear me through the silence? You hear fine.
Your touch is numbed, but
Can you not feel thy warm breath through the cold thin air?
Now turn your nose around the darkness
And smell the stench of hopeless abandon!
Seeing is not just done with eyes. Listen!
Listen past the darkness. That’s where the glimmer lies.”
The voice echoes quieter, and quieter, and quieter,
Until the black silence swallows a final whisper.
But I can still hear it. And I remember.
And I hear a faint glimmer.
And I recognize its smile.
Lemuricks:
Just Gimme Some Glue/Glued
I can’t see past my porcelain hands splayed
Out front of my weary eyes cracked and flayed
Blocking a sun that shines no light
Shattered bare by rocks in flight
The broken pieces set, for all displayed
Mankind
The amicable grudge of man
Impassable with his slashing clash of hands
Darkness erodes his sight
Lightness eludes his plight
But hope remains, as if still in his plans
Love
All I can do is stare a trapping gaze
All I can feel is a sickly haze
There is no escape to test
There is no blissful rest
All I can do is hope my fear will phase
Hubris
Thwarted in a quickening of fallows
Courted by marching bands of sorrows
Maestro of cacophony
Steadfast in catastrophe
Horded with thy Chorus toward the gallows
Haiku:
In Closing
The Final Curtain
Fallen upon actless dreams
In front, bows the stage
Out In Nowhere
Tundra of thoughts
Recluse for hermits and wards
Too cold for their stay
Other Forms:
Odyssey For Lost Souls
A lonely voyage doomed to selfish plight?
Abandoned on happy trails grown bare
Snatched up into the jaws of Hell’s delight
Foul tongues gnashing your bloodied hope cooked rare
Spat to a world fooled in Heaven’s grace
Imprisoned behind its Mind’s Eye gouged blind
Escape! In darkness chased by dim-lit face
Found! Huddled among the masses of Mankind.
Seeing the Void, Hearing the Light
I awake everyday ontop a springboard coffin
The windows of my room blotted black by dark dying sun
An eclipse of the soul
Driving it to blindness
Where do I find my way through the pitch blackness?
What light shall glimmer its hope through this infinite void?
I see nothing. There is nothing to see. No exit.
No glimmer
No Hope.
Hope never existed.
I wouldn’t recognize its face if it did.
And so what is the point?
“Listen!” A voice echoes circles in the darkness
“Your soul’s been blighted to blindness, but
Can you not hear me through the silence? You hear fine.
Your touch is numbed, but
Can you not feel thy warm breath through the cold thin air?
Now turn your nose around the darkness
And smell the stench of hopeless abandon!
Seeing is not just done with eyes. Listen!
Listen past the darkness. That’s where the glimmer lies.”
The voice echoes quieter, and quieter, and quieter,
Until the black silence swallows a final whisper.
But I can still hear it. And I remember.
And I hear a faint glimmer.
And I recognize its smile.
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