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Landola59

Poetry of mad men

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You know guys, I have been thinking. There is lots of people here who are talented, some in literature, some in music, some in gaming etc etc etc.....

I just wanted to open thread for poetry or literature in common. Maybe this thread is more like a place where you can open up yourselves, to see what is in your head. How does your inner creativity come out? In my case, it is more poetry and writing than anything else.

That is why I wanted to open this new thread. For example, to the community here, I have little poet which I actually added to my steam-profile too.

Catch me if you can

I am running over here.

In this narrow dam

without tears of fear.

Blood from the bodies

in the shallow water

destroying the minds of

peons seeking for master.

Praying for grace

at the end of days

hearing those lethal bells

and the Hammers of HeLLs.

Feel free to type short stories, poets or anykind of issues that come to your mind and you want to express.

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Yet again one came to my mind this day:

Cut and pain from the assassins knife

must be the fighters with honor and pride.

Their conquering clan is soon in its peril

they chose to battle with the wrong devil.

Our brothers of arms is having the bloodlust

remember this day when you turn into dust.

Our companions's sniper and assault will be the reason

for you ruin and destruction and the end of your treason.

Flee when you can, battle us if you dare

destruction we bring, is not easy to bare.

If I die in the fields of havoc and doom

remember this; my family is coming after you soon.

Medication lost?

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I am sort of creative but not when it comes to whriting poems and lyrics. But I really appreciate good and well written lyrics.

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.

You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.

And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.

No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.

So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking

Racing around to come up behind you again.

The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,

Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.

Pink floyd are masters of this. Check their lyrics out!

And I didn't knew cage was such nice poet :)

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Inspired by this day:

Something lurks near our nest,

It hurts and tears our chest.

Brotherhood is under threat,

will it last, what we get?

Like a lightning down from sky

we heard loud unitys cry:

"Stand fast fellows in arms,

they can't hurt us with their claws!"

Army of brothers raised their heads,

"Kill this plague before it spreads!"

That yell was heard even under the ground,

the amazing fellowships unity sound!

Peace out!

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I will sodomize you and face-fuck you,
bottom Aurelius and catamite Furius,
you who think, because my poems
are sensitive, that I have no shame.
For it's proper for a devoted poet to be moral
himself, [but] in no way is it necessary for his poems.
In point of fact, these have wit and charm,
if they are sensitive and a little shameless,
and can arouse an itch,
and I don't mean in boys, but in those hairy old men
who can't get it up.
Because you've read my countless kisses,
you think less of me as a man?
I will sodomize you and face-fuck you.

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1 hour ago, eX-DariuS said:

I will sodomize you and face-fuck you,
bottom Aurelius and catamite Furius,
you who think, because my poems
are sensitive, that I have no shame.
For it's proper for a devoted poet to be moral
himself, [but] in no way is it necessary for his poems.
In point of fact, these have wit and charm,
if they are sensitive and a little shameless,
and can arouse an itch,
and I don't mean in boys, but in those hairy old men
who can't get it up.
Because you've read my countless kisses,
you think less of me as a man?
I will sodomize you and face-fuck you.

It must be so much fun hanging out with you Darius! 

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Listen this song while you read the poem.

 

Why there is snow falling down from blue blue sky?

Is it time to say to summer a final good good bye?

I wish I could have seen the last glimpse of sun,

before all of the creations of world are gone.

Shouting and crying, my head towards the skies

"Why everything I once loved has to vanish and die?"

My arms flow with warm coppery scented liquid,

watching it write the crystal snow with red blood in it.

Falling down on my knees, feeling only cold,

my purity and mind to darkness I have sold.

My eyes are closing, seeing flashes from my past,

Fading away, wishing this Eternal winter will forever last.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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So here is a place of poetry and dreams or goals 

But is this also a good place for trolls? 

I know I don't have talent to make a song or two

But I sure know my skills to troll the shit out of you!

As I am passing by all these innocent souls

I know they once will fall and be thorn up by ghouls

I feel like I have power and I gain more light and strenght

While roasting all the people with their miserable attempt

The poor souls they cry, they suffer

There isn't a way out

And you better never know what we are talking here about.

As I walk down the alley all the jokes belong to me

People bowing to my existance as far as the eye can see

Sure you can try to restrain me

From such terrible stuff

But as you know a troll like me never has enough

Now step aside and watch me go

No way to stop me now.

But if you wish to get to me

You better think out how

Because I damn assure you

You will be trolled by dawn

 

umad

 

 

 

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When I have time I will post a short story here... It is kinda dark but I love this kind of stories and writing them. I just need to translate it to english and it will take some time umad

 

In my opinion, every poem and every short story has somekind of atmosphere behind them, and when I write I usually turn up music that goes to my mood, like when I am trying to make horror story I turn up this crazy dollhouse- style of music or when I am writing a tradegy story, it is usually sad and slow instrumental music with very few instruments. Well, lets see what I can come up with, I really prefer to have my time to write more now than do gaming 24/7

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You want a poem?  Here u go .. 

 

 

Who we are, you ask?

The Kurds of Kurdistan, a lively volcano, fire and dynamite in the face of enemy
When furious, we shake the mountains, the sparks of our anger are death to our foes

Who we are? 
We are in the east, forts and castles 
Towns and hamlets 
Rouks and boulders
What irony, what a shameful day
Slaves we are now for blood suckers 
Yet we saved the Middle East from the Romans and the Crusaders 

Who we are? 
Ask the Near East, Ask the Middle East
Villages and towns
Plains and deserts
They were once all mine when by war and knowledge we defeated rivals 
To become crowned over an empire stretching to the borders of India

Who we are?
We are the proud Kurd, the enemies' enemy
The friend of peace-loving ones
We are of noble race, not wild as they claim
Our mighty ancestors were free people
Like them we want to be free and that is why we fight 
For the enemy won't leave in peace and we don't want to be forever oppressed

Who we are? 
We shall free our land from the tyrants
From the corrupt Shah and Mollas
From the Turkish juntas
So we may live free like other nations
So our gardens and meadows are mine again
So we can join the struggle for the good of mankind

Who we are?
It was us who defeated Richard the Lionheart 
Our own blood we shed to defend these regions
A thorn we were in our enemies' side
In our shadow lived the Arabs, Turks and Persian
Many a king held my horse's head
Yes we are the warriors
We are Saladin, the King of Egypt, Syria and Israel

Who we are?
We are Ardashir, we are Noshi Rawan
In ancient days rivals feared our caesars, regretted our animosity
We knew no fright; in love with adventure; from India to Greece they paid us tribute

Who we are? 
W are the Kurds, the Kurds of Kurdistan
Whom are poor and oppressed these days
Our castles and forts are now demolished; our name and our fame swindled by our assailants
Those who set germs into my body to paralyze our existence 
Making a nameless soul of us; a nation with no friends

Who we are? 
We are the ones who despite all remains the unyielding Kurd; still formidable to the enemy
The smell of dynamite is again in my nostrils 
Wnd in my heart the strong desire to erupt 
We are the fighting valiant of mountains 
Who is not in love with death 
But for the sake of life and freedom he sacrifices himself 
So that the land of his ancestors, the invincible Medes; his beloved Kurdistan, may become unchained

Who we are? 
One of our ancestors was the Blacksmith Kawa who slayed Dahak
The notorious tyrant to break off chains from Kurdish shoulders and save many heads from the sword of death
The day his vicious reign ended was called NEWROZ; a New Day
When Newroz comes winter departs; taking with it the dark harsh times to make place for light and warmth

Who we are? 
We are the maker of Newroz; again we shall become our own master 
The ruler of our land so we may enjoy the fruits of our orchards
Relish the sacred wines of our vineyards and put an end to a dark era by seeking salvation in knowledge and science
We shall make another new day and breathe the pure air of the liberty

Who we are?
We are Korduch
The good old Khaldew
We are Mitani; Nayri and Sobaro; the son of LoLo; Kardok and Kodi
We are the Mede, the Gosh, Hori and Gudi
We are the Kurmanc, Kelhor; Lor and Gor
Yes, we have always been and remain the Kurd 
Despite centuries of suppression in a country by force divided 

Who we are? 
We are the children of Lor, Kelhor and Kurmanc 
Who have lost crown and reign to become powerless
Betrayed in the name of religion to carry rosaries in their hands duped by the rulers
Deprived of might and wealth, fighting each other, divided and torn while my oppressed Kurdistan
My wretched Kurdistan remains oppressed 

Who we are? 
The children of the Kurdish nation awaken from deep sleep 
Marching forward, proud as a lion wanting the whole world to know
We shall struggle and continue the path to freedom
We shall learn from great men 
We make a vow to our ancestors, to Salar, Shergo and Deysem
That this of our will remain vigorous, unyielding, stronger than death
Let it be known; we announce with no fear; Liberty is our goal; we shall advance in this path

Who we are?
We are not blood thirsty; no, we adore peace 
Noble were our ancestors 
Sincere are our leaders
We don't ask for war but demand equality 
But our enemies are the ones who betray and lie
Friendship we seek and we offer our hands to all friendly nations 

Long live Kurdistan; death to the oppressor!
Long live Kurdistan; death to the oppressor!
Long live Kurdistan; death to the oppressor!
Long live Kurdistan; death to the oppressor!
Long live Kurdistan; death to the oppressor!
Long live Kurdistan; death to the oppressor!
Long live Kurdistan; death to the oppressor!

Bijî Kurdistan, bimrî koledar! 
Bijî Kurdistan, bimrî koledar! 
Bijî Kurdistan, bimrî koledar! 
Bijî Kurdistan, bimrî koledar! 
Bijî Kurdistan, bimrî koledar! 
Bijî Kurdistan, bimrî koledar! 
Bijî Kurdistan, bimrî koledar! 

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