"fadeout" poems
I hear them
The tolling, wailing bells
So we've come to the end
The last page of an epic
The silent fadeout of the silver screen
The dimming embers of a massive bonfire.
We've unmoored our boats from the flotilla we once knew as 'home' and 'family'.
The end of us
We stand in the ruins
Of a great building
It once held the relation
Of a father and daughter
Of a husband and wife
You set it on fire
But we will not put out your flames
With our tears and blood
Anymore.
Let the fire take away your poison
And let the rain scour away every last toxic residue
Of the bond we once held.
This is my requiem. Perhaps one day this too shall seem like a dream.
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 9:35 AM UTC
Vagueness encircled
Fragmented aspiration!
Vagueness crafted
Fadeout the dream of living!
Vagueness designed
Slaughter the humanity!
Vagueness contrived
Maneuver division!
Vagueness persuaded
Project masculinity!
Vagueness indorsed
Homicide creation.
Jul 9, 2020
Jul 9, 2020 at 4:02 PM UTC
Oh my light!
YOU ARE WORTHY TO LIGHTEN UP THE SKY
BE YOURSELF AND BELIEVE
SEE, YOU ARE LIGHT
DARKNESS IS CURSE, BLESSING YOU ARE
KNOW YOUR WORTH AND SHINE
TWINKLE IN YOUR SKY AND SEE!
HOW BEAUTIFUL IT’S TO BE A LIGHT!
OH LIGHT, WHICH GLOWS EVERYTIME
NEVER FADES, SHINING, TWINKLING
BE MY SUNSHINE, SEE MY DARKNESS
TURN THEM INTO LIGHT AS YOU ARE LIGHT.
YOU KNOW YOUR WORTH RIGHT?
BETTER THAN THE CURSE, WHICH IS DARKNESS
NEVER FADEOUT, INCREASE YOUR GLOW
BE YOURSELF AND SHINE IN YOUR OWN SKY
YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL AND PRECIOUS
YOU ARE LIGHT!
BETTER THAN THOUSANDS
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 1:43 AM UTC
The sky was darkening and the windows were lighting.
She wore clean clothes and she had a key tied to her white shoelace,
yet she wandered the poorly lit streets
while families ate roasted chicken and peas and drank milk.
She wasn't hungry, wasn't thirsty, wasn't tired.
In spite of these facts, she wasn't content, either.
She still had a reason to roam the streets,
a reason to like the dark sky more than the lighted windows.
She wasn't alone, of course.
There were others, probably, wandering the streets,
but she didn't want to find them.
At this hour, the streets were meant to be meandered in solitude.
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 10:07 PM UTC
I just won a medal
I wasn’t in a war
I think it’s made of gold
I don’t know what it’s for.
I’m shocked at what it weighs.
They threw me a parade
I got an honorary degree
Jimmy Fallon had me on TV
now everyone recognizes me
My old friends told me I was fickle
by the paparazzi I became heckled
I was notified that it’s ‘taxable’
It seemed the medal was quite valuable
I became afraid that it might be stolen
so I donated it to the Smithsonian.
Now that I’m not wearing it
people have started to forget
now no one buys me drinks
or cares about what I think.
I’m no longer on the Wheaties box
fame was a drug and I’m in detox
The whole thing was bizarre,
should I do ‘Dancing with the Stars’?
or simply let it go - fadeout gracefully?
I think anonymity suits me.
Mar 29, 2024
Mar 29, 2024 at 10:04 PM UTC
listening to singles is inevitable,
you're bound to listen to singles,
but... for the most part...
they're overrated anyway...
i found that i have a much larger
attention span to digest
three songs worth 3 minutes a pop,
i'd rather stick to the progressive
rock / jazz quartet / quintet
behemoth of... say... 9 to 12 minutes...
just like i found with
the valley of the sun EP...
for me EP is the way forward...
because it fits in nicely between
a single and an LP...
it just tickles the atmospheric
feel of an LP, but offers you so
much more than what
the single is... a footnote,
a snippet...
an erosion of the mind...
with the valley of the sun
EP?
the last track...
butch... and i don't mean
lesbian butch... i mean - butch...
grizzly butch...
but that's the beauty of the EP...
it's a generous sample...
3 minutes turn into ~30 minutes...
the last track summarizes
the whole pouch of sounds...
but you only think this,
because you think the last
track will be something mellow...
like the lullaby track
on *dry **** logic*'s debut
the darker side of nonsense...
goodnight...
most last LP tracks are fadeout...
or thereabouts...
but an EP last track?
a absolute corker...
riding and dunes?! come on...
but you don't appreciate listening
to this one track...
the idea is to listen to
the EP back-to-back,
and let the last track surprise
you...
that's what's great about
an EP... the element of surprise...
and the variations throughout...
with singles you have to pack
in several... have a playlist
and what not... a ******** carousel
a carnival of too much
variety...
and it's like watching
American football... but instead...
you know... you're listening
to this constant... stuttering...
there's no smoothness of either an
EP or an LP...
stop, scrum, shuffle...
throw ball back, throw ball
forward... one lucky ***** catches
the ball... runs on...
or doesn't catch the ball...
ball hits the ground... repeat...
eh... singles are overrated...
obviously it's inevitable that
you'll come across them...
but i hope the EP makes a comeback...
if it hasn't done so already,
at least for me it has.
Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 6:59 PM UTC