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    This is acutally an older poem of mine, wrote it in high school, but it was inspired by the song Kiss From a Rose by Seal

    Kiss Of a Rose

    I have seen many a strange and wondrous thing
    as I walk the desolate street the wind blowing through
    my hair.
    I have heard the voices in the air as I danced naked in the rain.
    The water streaked down my body to cool the burning flesh.
    I have smelled the smoke in the sky as the light of the flame
    danced in my eyes to set my face aglow.
    I have felt the love in my heart with the touch of your lips
    upon my bare skin.
    Now I stand here alone so excited for all I have known.
    And now I stand in the night and howl at the moon as the chill
    of the water runs down the curve of my breast. The wind it runs
    over my back as sensual as the touch of your hand.
    The smell of the rose I hold in my hand whiffs up to my nose as
    sweet and soft as your own sent when we have united.
    I push open the gate cold steel steal against my hand as it creaks
    I step in. Memories haunt me of times when you were near.
    The shadows converge around me and remind me of the feel of your
    arms around me. I walk down the path, tree leaves rustle a sound
    sweet as your breath.
    I stop where I am going and look down to place my rose upon your
    grave as a tear rolls down my cheek.
    Good-bye my love for you are gone and I am left here alone naked
    in the rain and the wind with the stars to guide me home and memories
    of out nights to keep me warm.
    The sense of your touch to my skin, your lips to my mouth, the sent of
    your passion, the sound of your moans will forever surround me. Like
    night, day, shadow, and shade forever I shall love you.

    Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe

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    I like your choice of words at strategic places in this from the play on his middle name to the ambiguity of kill, which I took as an allusion to his playing style as well as a creek or stream.

    There are probably even more interesting things I'm not seeing as of this reading. I am going to count the stresses when I have more time, suspecting there are 88 in the poem (maybe not). Anyway, Auntie, I really enjoyed this for all its style and feeling. Was T smiling when you saw him?

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    Dark Muse, the "pattern" of your piece looks like a waterfall! I like verse that looks good on the "page," even when the "page" is virtual.

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    Quote Originally Posted by AuntShecky View Post
    Dark Muse, the "pattern" of your piece looks like a waterfall! I like verse that looks good on the "page," even when the "page" is virtual.
    Thank you, going through some of my older works, I have a few written in a simillar way, though I have over the years naturally migrated from that style, I myself like how it looks and have thought of trying to rengage in writing like that again.

    Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe

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    Interesting thread.

    I wrote a short simple poem from what I 'heard' in a lucid dream a few years ago (I shan't explain further to avoid the rolling of eyes by readers):

    The Sabbath Day Is Here !

    The Sabbath Day is here !
    The Sabbath Day is here !
    I'm grateful for the Sabbath Day
    The Sabbath Day i-is here !!


    Since then I have recently learned a little music theory and composition (enough to score, edit, and convert a simple song with open source freeware) and have scored 13 variations of the poem/song; my music teacher was kind enough to come up with 2-delightful variations herself. My goal is to expand upon the 'lyrics' to have a more complete "Primary" song.

    Here is my instrumental only variation of Rev9_The Sabbath Day.mp3 - about a 450 Kb download.

    Hope you enjoy.

    [poem/lyrics/music © tailor STATELY]

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    These are some lyrics I wrote inspited by a cross between Tool, and NIN

    Black Messiah

    Blood of my blood
    skin of my skin
    tonight's the night
    we taste our sin

    Pass the chalice
    round the fire
    purified on this hour

    Drink it all in
    seeing visions of the past
    with your name dying
    on my lips

    Don the masks of death
    while we dance
    to the ways of flesh

    Blood of my blood
    skin of my skin
    tonight's the night
    we taste our sin

    Drunk on the sight of you
    betrayed with a kiss
    and a serpents hiss
    send me to the grave

    Lost in the scent of you
    I die happy again
    sinner I know
    sinner I love
    count my blessings
    I'll never rise above

    Blood of my blood
    skin of my skin
    tonight's the night
    we taste our sin

    I went on a quest
    seeking your abyss
    how sweet it was to fall inside

    I'll not be saved
    and I'll not pray
    for a walk in your Garden's fire

    Blood of my blood
    skin of my skin
    sin of my sin

    Swallow me down
    eat me alive
    chained to the cross
    bore around your neck

    Blood of my blood
    skin of my skin
    tonight's the nights
    we taste our sin

    Touch me to your lips
    let my blood fill your cup
    and I'll come again
    as long as you live

    Black fire burns
    behind your eyes
    as we live in our lies
    for you I am crucified

    Blood of my blood
    skin of my skin
    sin of my sin

    Blood of my blood
    (take me away)
    skin of my skin
    (forever I'll stay)
    sin of my sin
    (immortality)

    Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe

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    This was inspired by Voodoo by Godsmack

    Mr. Voodoo Man

    Lord of ash and bone
    dance in the serpents spiral
    as distant drums beat
    taste the venom in my veins
    now so far away
    the spell cast over my eyes
    walk me through your dreams
    where the sky is painted in black
    and you chant your charms
    mister shaman, my soul-man
    the voodoo we do
    while caught in the snakes eye
    reborn on ritual ground.

    Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe

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    The following is not intended to knock the award-winning composer/musician/singer but rather present an affectionate tribute. He is, after all, known for his sardonic wit and delightfully subversive world-view, so perhaps he won't mind that I kid, I kid. Strictly speaking, the ditty below is not a parody, because it doesn't follow the original song, "You Can Leave Your Hat On," note for note and syllable for syllable. An allusion to Frank "Baby It's Cold Outside" Loesser has also been thrown in this hypothetical answer to the provocative -- and catchy!-- song of seduction which we like to call

    Variation on a Theme by Randy Newman

    It's your wish and your vote
    that I take off my coat.
    But it's frigid today and I can't really stay.
    Guess I'll leave my coat on.

    I hear you say that you choose
    that I take off my shoes.
    But then you'd see my torn hose
    and their holier soles.
    Guess I'll leave my shoes on.

    You give me reason to leave.
    You give me reason to leave.
    You give me reason to leave.

    You want me to take off my dress,
    With my slip such a mess?
    Who wants a scratch or a prick
    from some safety pin's stick?
    I'd better leave my dress on.

    We don't know what love is.
    We don't know what love is.
    We don't know what love is,
    except we know it's not now.

    Suppose I take off my hat?
    Maybe I'll take off my hat.
    All right, I'll take off my hat--
    but no more than that.

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    Apologies to Leonard Cohen

    I posted this in the Personal Poetry section, then remembered this thread.

    If you're familiar with the Leonard Cohen song or any of the more recent popular versions, this should fit.

    Best Wishes for the holiday season to all Lit-Netters!



    Desparate Hallelujah
    The story goes that You were born
    on a starry night, the silence torn
    by infant screams and those who thought they slew Ya.
    Far from that shed,
    the swords and sin,
    the sheperds watched the moon go dim,
    while descending angels chanted hallelujah.

    Hallelujah, Hallelujah
    Hallelujah, Hallelujah

    So it goes that You lived and died.
    They pierced your hands, Your feet, and side,
    but You don’t really pass away now, do Ya,
    nor live your life
    with endless pain,
    a penance for a heaven gained
    in which we’ll sing eternal hallelujahs.

    Hallelujah, Hallelujah

    Are You watching these religious wars?
    Are You really that worth killing for?
    I thought it was a sin according to Ya.
    You free us to live by the sword.
    You call us and we plead, My Lord,
    in a whispered and a desparate hallelujah

    Hallelujah, Hallelujah

    They tell us You were born to die,
    and aren’t we all, but tell me why
    it’s set up so we feel we tried to fool Ya.
    While doing what we need to do,
    we’re told to put our faith in You,
    but where are You in all Your hallelujahs?

    Hallelujah, Hallelujah

    Do you laugh at us when we call it fate,
    to die too soon or be born to late,
    or think we’ve hit a lucky streak—well do Ya?
    If for ourselves we must break free,
    we’ll tell You, “It’s not You, it’s me
    and my throat is sore from screaming hallelujah.”

    One more thing, this time of year
    we draw the ones that we love near
    for an old tradition long before we knew Ya,
    we light some candles, burn a tree,
    and hope that all the world can see
    it’s love that is the brightest hallelujah
    Hallelujah
    Hallelujah
    Hallelujah
    Hallelujah
    Last edited by firefangled; 12-24-2010 at 01:15 PM.

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    Quote Originally Posted by PrinceMyshkin View Post

    There they are, under the pillows
    again, enjoying their furtive,
    late-night conversations. It's no use
    telling them insanity is rude.
    It's what they want to hear.


    Charming suicides, they know nothing
    about Mozart's worried sweetness.
    All they want is to find
    an applecart to turn over.
    Any old applecart. Love. Or happiness.



    J. Newman Sudden Proclamations copyright 1992
    re-posted by request

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    This Mozart-themed poem is so beautiful and thought-provoking, Prince. It deserves to be in a separate thread. I hope some of our new LitNutters get to read this exemplary post.

    Thanks so much for re-posting it!

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    Quote Originally Posted by Dark Muse View Post
    These are some lyrics I wrote inspited by a cross between Tool, and NIN

    Black Messiah

    Blood of my blood
    skin of my skin
    tonight's the night
    we taste our sin

    Pass the chalice
    round the fire
    purified on this hour

    Drink it all in
    seeing visions of the past
    with your name dying
    on my lips

    Don the masks of death
    while we dance
    to the ways of flesh

    Blood of my blood
    skin of my skin
    tonight's the night
    we taste our sin

    Drunk on the sight of you
    betrayed with a kiss
    and a serpents hiss
    send me to the grave

    Lost in the scent of you
    I die happy again
    sinner I know
    sinner I love
    count my blessings
    I'll never rise above

    Blood of my blood
    skin of my skin
    tonight's the night
    we taste our sin

    I went on a quest
    seeking your abyss
    how sweet it was to fall inside

    I'll not be saved
    and I'll not pray
    for a walk in your Garden's fire

    Blood of my blood
    skin of my skin
    sin of my sin

    Swallow me down
    eat me alive
    chained to the cross
    bore around your neck

    Blood of my blood
    skin of my skin
    tonight's the nights
    we taste our sin

    Touch me to your lips
    let my blood fill your cup
    and I'll come again
    as long as you live

    Black fire burns
    behind your eyes
    as we live in our lies
    for you I am crucified

    Blood of my blood
    skin of my skin
    sin of my sin

    Blood of my blood
    (take me away)
    skin of my skin
    (forever I'll stay)
    sin of my sin
    (immortality)
    Thank you for sharing this one, DM!
    I am not really a critic when it comes to poetry but I wouldn't be able to find a fault with this one even if I tried hard!
    I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.

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    Inspired by Save a Prayer by Duran Duran

    We danced beneath the lamplight in the rain
    eyes far away
    your smile fades
    one last
    glance.

    Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe

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    Quote Originally Posted by Pensive View Post
    Thank you for sharing this one, DM!
    I am not really a critic when it comes to poetry but I wouldn't be able to find a fault with this one even if I tried hard!
    Thank you, sorry for the late response.

    Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe

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    I like this, but trying to guess which "Lenny." Not Mr. Bruce (though he must've recorded some of his monologues), and probably not Maestro Bernstein (West Side Story, the little-known Trouble in Tahiti, and my personal fave, On the Town, not to mention his great canon of classical music, among which his Mass is the absolute best. I really don't think it's Lenny Tristano, either (I'm a jazz fan, but he was a little out-there for me.)

    Originally I'm guessed it was Lenny Kravitz rockin' out of the SUV. But I saw an earlier poem of yours on this thread about
    Leonard Cohen. That's the guy! Canadian, right? A lyricist whose songs go all the way back to the 1960s. "Suzanne" --
    I remember the "tea and oranges" from that one.

    Why don't you try to access his "Facebook" page and post your original poem?
    Last edited by AuntShecky; 01-12-2013 at 02:06 AM.

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