hammy311
06-26-2006, 07:36 AM
My first post after a long sabbatical; hands up if you remember me.
Anyhow, a lyric/poem:
one more promethean.
austere
i may be,
all maxim and axiom,
my postscript - a prophesy
to poison the colony,
i may be solitary, prone
to catastrophe, or lingering
in metaphysic, wordplay and reverie,
i mar my chances to be
held as a specimen by a
senseless society,
they won't pin my butterfly,
discord is too dear to me, i
discern it too easily,
although you say
i miss opportunity
and misuse what god gave to me,
but i'll tell you something, i've been
prometheus rising
more than you'll ever see,
scrawling and learning and tending
my legacy, building my monument
to live through the mortuary, a catacomb
for those who fell from the carousel,
wondering why
its inherent that
children are innocent,
and fuc-king's indecent,
why drink's not a drug, or
the rhetoric, slipping so freely
off well-meaning tongues
to change the brain
of the baby,
why the extraordinary should die
to ensure democracy
for the sake of 'humanity'.
so, please forgive me
if i'm sometime subdued,
this subversion needs silence,
these schisms are necessary.
amid the carnage and colour,
tempers and trigger-fingers, i hope
there are others.
sometimes i wonder
if some have ever had
the sudden shock
of looking down to
discover
something's wrong.
Anyhow, a lyric/poem:
one more promethean.
austere
i may be,
all maxim and axiom,
my postscript - a prophesy
to poison the colony,
i may be solitary, prone
to catastrophe, or lingering
in metaphysic, wordplay and reverie,
i mar my chances to be
held as a specimen by a
senseless society,
they won't pin my butterfly,
discord is too dear to me, i
discern it too easily,
although you say
i miss opportunity
and misuse what god gave to me,
but i'll tell you something, i've been
prometheus rising
more than you'll ever see,
scrawling and learning and tending
my legacy, building my monument
to live through the mortuary, a catacomb
for those who fell from the carousel,
wondering why
its inherent that
children are innocent,
and fuc-king's indecent,
why drink's not a drug, or
the rhetoric, slipping so freely
off well-meaning tongues
to change the brain
of the baby,
why the extraordinary should die
to ensure democracy
for the sake of 'humanity'.
so, please forgive me
if i'm sometime subdued,
this subversion needs silence,
these schisms are necessary.
amid the carnage and colour,
tempers and trigger-fingers, i hope
there are others.
sometimes i wonder
if some have ever had
the sudden shock
of looking down to
discover
something's wrong.