Challenge 96 - Treason

[SubtleDagger]

trea·son
n.
1. Violation of allegiance toward one's country or sovereign, especially the betrayal of one's country by waging war against it or by consciously and purposely acting to aid its enemies.
2. A betrayal of trust or confidence.

[silenceevolves]

I walked through the park today.
I watched the differing faces,
Wondered why we notice the differences,
When there's so few variables that change.
So rather, I focused my attention
On the missing adumbration
Of our familiar human shapes,
Your carefully chosen deviations,
And mine, so carelessly misplaced.
Then treason became Sky's favorite game,
And like a comet crossing a star,
Night came in, the shadows faded,
And I didn't feel quite like myself anymore.
More like a car without passengers,
Just empty seats inside sealed doors.

[The events between this moment,
And the end of the song were forgotten.
But oh, that night surely came,
Remind me, what was your name?]

[EmergencyRoom]

As ever.

[Dancin' Man]

Keep in mind that to really understand what I'm talking about (despite the ranting spastic style I used) you have to have at least a basic understanding of Carl Jung and the Collective Unconcious. Needless to say, if you don't know it already, you won't by the time you finish reading this but just thought I'd mention it.
Carl Jung can Suck my Dick. Maybe. (I now name my songs Grind style)

Let it be known, the prototype has arrived
Noted, documented, recorded, forgotten
When the research teams find evidence
There must never be enough

Torn apart then sponged and stitched
The sutures are coming undone
You are leaking archetypes
Prefabricated, refabricate

The way these monuments rise
You'd think they were never built at all
The way the rubble towers
This is a boneyard for legends

Decomposed and post-rot
Dust of blood and bodies
We breathe, our hearts beat
Our instincts carry no memory

Torn apart then sponged and stitched
The sutures are coming undone
You are leaking archetypes
Prefabricated, refabricate

You'll be the same as every other
Another treasonous similarity
Individualistic by nature
Rebel again, inspirator.

[pixiesfanyo]

yo, niggas.

[A_Perfect_Sonnet]

No, I Can't Swim Either

I watch the clock go from hour to hour, unwound.
A ballroom floor.
Twenty couples and thirty more.
Oh, a feast tonight!
...how rapidly you dance...
I toasted our cordial host,
And hid how you stabbed my back.
How you took a marble statuette and smashed it to powder,
To relish in the destruction of past relics,
...and their future tendancies...

I can only wish you strength through your endevours.
To sail this galleon in full regalia,
Steadfast at the wheel.
Well "Godspeed good captain," and sever.

You finite voyager, know your limits.
And when I warned you that the chest would sink when you exhaled,
I failed to mention you'd be chained to it.
Treason unveiled,
Oceanic underwater garden ornamental,
You've become the centerpiece, however unconventional.

Reason has seemed to escape me,
But I can replicate the look on your face,
When I let you go.

[Lowridenn]

- Conversations in Short Sleeves and Blue Flip-flops –
Of all the places you could have chosen to sit that night,
You sat here, next to me,
On this old rusted swing set that creaks in my backyard.
I cannot remember what it was that made you leave
But I remember sharply what it was that lead you here.

And for tonight I’ve chosen to recall the mechanic conversation
That led up to your smile, your treason,
And the way you left me that night.
Perhaps it was the night sky…
Perhaps it was the innuendos…
Perhaps it was the way you used to look at me.

Somewhere along the conversation,
I think, maybe we gave up
On pirouettes and half-filled cokes.

It was too cold for short sleeves and sandals.
I haven’t been able to look at blue flip-flops quite the same since.
And December’s long nights only remind me of how early you left;
We still had hours before the sun was due up.
That may have been the most important night of my life;
If only I hadn’t forgotten to breathe;
If only I hadn’t spoken in grayscale.

Dearest Catherine,
Please understand that we were simply strangers,
Misunderstood at twenty-three.

[xKONRADx]

Shepherd
--------------------------------

If the city within a city
Isn’t proof of our stupidity
You better check the anger of the flock
Check its lack of free thought
And how when a sheep threatens to question
The methods of election
Or why its always the poor who are left to drown in war

We hear em say-
Copy the mantra
Look at all the **** it got cha
Honor your father
And let your mother lie and bleed

Yo, In here we say-
Copy the mantra
See all the **** it got cha
Follow those before ya
Just like gasoline, we burn for greed

Two years long past
I’m watchin the fox’s tongue
Well, its still spinnin fast
To control the whole media
To keep us obedient
They said an elephant never forgets
But the past doesn’t apply to the
To the present threats

Yeah,
And since that treason committed
All those who speak against it
Are pushed to forget it
So that a reason for war doesn’t matter anymore
Then they abolish our rights without a ****in fight
And comfort us sayin
“Theres been no abuse,
And protections what you need”

Sit down and say-
Copy the mantra
Look at all the **** it got cha
Three cars and a house
And a ****in diamond ring

But don’t you ever say-
**** on the mantra
See all the **** it brought ya
A double shot of fascism
Wrapped in hunger disease and-
And democracy

Now hear me say-
It seems
We sheep will do anything
To call our chains by other names
Our cars our rings our finer ****in things
We cant face the weight placed on every word we breathe


Now check the anger of the flock
To tell it the truth, is to put it into slavery

[RunAmokRampant]

This poem is loosely influenced by the ideas explored in the poem "Littoral" by Australian poet Gwen Harwood.

Running Out Of Excuses For A Clockwork Routine

Old stories hardened with the crisp memories
of simple structured days. I regret but
can't help but miss those slow hours
that passed in lazy routine. My life had
run like clockwork with the deadlines
and dates to remember why I exist.
Now why would I unconsciously
ask the kinds of torturous questions when
the answers seem so impalpable?
Only now I wonder why I chose this life.
To dress and decorate the inescapable?
To cover the handled door with a blanket
not big enough to hide the edges?
Or embellish what had seemed so
distant and keep my eyes straight at
plain, sanded written answers?

Why are we here? Treason it was said,
blew the reasons or burnt them so to speak.
"Heretics" blackened with ash, temples tarnished
and the simple peasant hung for following the wolf
to the pack. These questions dangerous?
Blasphemy it seems, is constantly screamed
in a voice of groundless fear.

I think I'll vindicate my thirst for what I seek
What we all gather to seek. The answers are not written. There are no
guides or voice of reason to justify.
We knock on the door of knowledge to be
disappointed that we already know the answer.
The answers is in not what we see,
but in what we will become.
It is the inevitability that we all constantly deny.

[Necroses-bass]

hmmmmmm
might do

[just a statistic]

hmmmmmmmmm

[Broken String]

The Blessedly Damned

Watching eyes all around,
Just him versus society.
Treachory all abound,
Having to trust nobody?

Running, Running,
Looking for a haven.
Public Enemy number one
Using gifts no one gave him.

Where are your friends in this time of need?
Can't you please to me tell,
How does it feel,
To be damned in heaven and blessed in hell?

Not caring who comes and goes,
He never knows his only enemy.
For he is himself his own foe,
Being able to trust nobody.

Let someone in your world,
Because to yourself you're committing treason
By letting your ignorance
Get in the way of love.

So tell me, Bandit,
You can't be happy
As long as you are
Damned in heaven and blessed in hell?

[Disco Dragon]

“MSO”

Days are trials and the court is restless
Sleepless nights at home
Our prayers answered on a daily basis
Countless hours on the phone

Confusion near his every inhalation
Breathing more on his own
Whispers to settle his aggravation
Soothing, familiar tones

While you sleep
Don’t dream of today tonight
Tomorrow knows he will be all right

Constant strains put on your emotions
Brakes wore out in your mind
Hoping to move past this commotion
It’s a treason we can’t move time

Looking over him while he lays silent
Waiting to see his eyes
“I wish just that his heart would mend
So he can stop breaking mine”

But while he sleeps
Know that when he’s grown enough
These early times won’t seem so tough

And though we might feel weak
Strength comes out when we’re in need
In the form of friends and family

Steadily fighting the uphill battle
Winning more often than not
But with the very first shake of his rattle
You’ll know what a fighter you’ve got

Our hearts are meant to bleed
So while we think about the scars
He can stare up at the stars

Since love is all you need
And to him, you give it everyday
We’ll help you refill along the way

[TojesDolan]

She mesmerizes,
Like hypnoic circles in my eyes.
Her artificious perfume,
and her fake blond curls,
moving graciously along the farore.
She makes my spirit sunder,
and my body give in to lust.

She dances,
like sunflowers to their father's glow,
and the way she moves,
like a gypsy to the moon's groove,
she makes me feel insecure,
and the cadence of her hips...
damn, she mesmerizes.

But she is only an illusion,
She is the treason of the King's dismay,
She belongs to the higher bidder,
the one that pays the higher price,
Whoever pays it,
Will own her heart, at least for a night.

But the way she dances,
the way she glares.
the way she moves,
the way she smells.

Damn, she mesmerizes,
She hipnotizes my soul.

And I will never have her for my own.

[Crimsonpunk]

I know you all hate these 15 minute attemps, but here goes

Give me a disease and a reason
And I'll inject without first thinking
Cataclysmic seizures slowly sinking
You can't complete what's already deceased

My options end at treason
Can't betray, when you hold no loyalty
Hung up and bleed like spoiled meat
You can't entomb what's already exhumed

New life for the recently deceased
New breath for the dead and buried

[ATC]

THE DESIGN

A snake crawled along that razor and spilled
it's guts onto the sloping floor
in this very room. It adds much
to the asking price.
The earth is tilted, north by northwest
and first sucked in the clouds
by this very corner. It was a moment
much sought after
by people that wish to
remain anonymous.

There aren't any closets
a discerning eye might find.

Seldom is treason less welcome
than in spring with naked feet on
frigid moss. You could have that,
and your lovely wife too.
A mistimed spill needs just
the right amount of
ice to regain its charm. She'll be right
at home here.

There is no visible door
anywhere in sight.

The dust is merely an emblem, a relic,
A remembered sheen
to enchant the birds with.
The cuckoo brings home nothing sacred,
but the magpie's a different story.

I trust in your pleasure.
I relish your greed.

[ITRIEDVOODOOONCE]

COWBOYS AND ALLUSIONS
Where were you when the contradictions occured?
When the virgins sought to rape
And the pacifist sought to slaughter
Who set our morals at self destruct?
When gods confess their sins we should abandon this clergy
frock for glock
We trade in these subtilties for more effective measures
Lets shoot to mame
And watch them bleed
This is their treason
When our highest grovel to maggots
nothing is beneath us
We are the plight
We are the plague

[StuP]

“the earth moved”

the earth moved.
so many silently,
fearing requital more than rejection,
of affection,
they may never comprehend.
bend and withhold from passion,
so unknown,
and fear of her destruction,
shifts focus from my own.

as we turn i have nothing to gift but darkness.
and i do not deserve her prize.
but she questions only herself,
careless trust is misplaced.
i apologize.

we razed a bridge of paper and kindling,
a bridge built to burn to the ground,
treasonously, i let you start across,
before i struck the match.

i wasn’t who she wanted,
and she wasn’t who i,
but we didn’t realize,
and we lived in happiness.

[LeeRoberts]

Addicted To the Thought

So many people out there in this world,
that I am too sheltered to meet.
Walking around this old town,
trying to tear down the sounds;
that remind me that I'm just too nieve.

What lines must I cross,
to get all the things that I want?

Illegitimate reasons and untold treason.
Keep me from reaching the top.
I'd climb up the mountain for a taste of the fountain;
But the signs all tell me to stop.
I'll never obey,
just obstacles that get in my way.

So many lies told to me so far,
I can no longer listen, for fear of another deceit.
Hiding inside my overwrought mind,
I'm seeking to find a way out.
Though I know I am too weak to leave.

What lines must I cross,
to get all the things that I want?

Illegitimate reasons and untold treason.
Keep me from reaching the top.
I'd climb up the mountain for a taste of the fountain;
But the signs all tell me to stop.
I'll never obey,
just obstacles that get in my way.


(What lines must I cross,
to get all the things that I want?)

[Benjamin Lee South]

"Of Convincing The Sky To Open, And Preventing The Ground From Folding."

There is no mystery as to who killed our innocence.
There is a spike sinking into her, as twilight treads on our
back. She's not coming out completely unharmed.
I am painting her polka dotted bed sheets red tonight.
Her eyes are on the stars, and my hand is up her skirt.
I pull out the demon, and she has given birth.
We are stellar sexual exploding stars.
Supernovas on the second floor of her mother's house.
Treason in the eyes of still borns.