"revealation" poems
when time starts to slumber foward
a revealation too great to walk
perseverance spirals into a void
of confusion
depression
clocks tick backwards
but your mind wanderes in the future
a time in the future
a moment in the past
an hour of the present
the channeling of fate
sometimes everythings just perfect
the music is sweet to the soul
the body wants to move
a tear of joy
after winter is spring
the trees dance and the flowers smile
the spring sings songs of peace
silence in the loudest of heights
a time for dreadfulness
a time for raving
a time for serious thoughts
a time for plurfect
its good to not judge
acceptance of time as it is
peace is when you understand
you don't need to understand
a time for experiencing
a time for understanding
Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 5:10 AM UTC
when time starts to slumber foward
a revealation too great to walk
perseverance spirals into a void
of confusion
depression
clocks tick backwards
but your mind wanderes in the future
a time in the future
a moment in the past
an hour of the present
the channeling of fate
sometimes everythings just perfect
the music is sweet to the soul
the body wants to move
a tear of joy
after winter is spring
the trees dance and the flowers smile
the spring sings songs of peace
silence in the loudest of heights
a time for dreadfulness
a time for raving
a time for serious thoughts
a time for plurfect
its good to not judge
acceptance of time as it is
peace is when you understand
you don't need to understand
a time for experiencing
a time for understanding
Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 5:09 AM UTC
"Tell me a creepy and horrific statement." I said.
"I don't like you and I don't love you!" he answered bitterly and I was horrified for that earth shocking revealation.
Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 10:40 AM UTC
RECORD: FISH
FROGMAN: MR. SCRUFF
"Now, what gets sadder as it te-ries?"
-- Frogmen
"Well-"
"Rhetoric!"
-- Frogmen
"The answer is obviously a statue when it cries."
-- Frogmen
-Tacky Frogman removes tack, revealing greedy scorpion-
Johnny's and Suzy's: Good point. But,
"How did you sting me?"
"It is My [N]-{omen}-Cl-[A-(TURE)]."
"And so we'll both Clown."
"But little Trugman,
I own lies"
-- Greedy Scorpion
In vic-tore-he, it swam down that Temporal Eddy's stream,
Frogmen in towe.
All the while SHOUTING BACK:
STOP: HUMOUR'a'THrOUGHT
Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 10:56 AM UTC
here's the thing.....
no one has chained
you to the chair,
put your head
in a vice,
glued your eyes open,
turned on the computer
and is forcing you
to read this poem.....
or indeed any one elses
work either.....
if you don't like my work ....move on
if you find everybodies
work sub par.....
consider this revealation
it might be you....
not the forum.....
that has an issue...
words and the artistic placement of them.....
is or at least should be an activity open to all.
not just the elite....
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 11:45 PM UTC
Dark embers,
Blistering heart throbs,
Satanic fueled sensations
Pervading through
The very sanctions
Of seclusion.
I beg not for duty,
But for
The continual revealation
Of my tragically
Wicked ways.
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 2:15 PM UTC