Challenge 113 - Acquaint

[SubtleDagger]

1.
a. To cause to come to know personally: Let me acquaint you with my family.
b. To make familiar: acquainted myself with the controls.
2. To inform: Please acquaint us with your plans.

Also acceptable: acquaintance, acquainted, acquainting, etc.

[PECOAE]

The New Formulaic Pain

Paint dripped from the walls as I stepped in
It was an old house for sure, but it looked lived in
It seemed kinda cozy, but that’s what they all do
The landlord seemed nosey so I came back to you

New acquaintances - old friends
I can always tell them apart
One stays home with you while you've got the bends
The other breaks your heart!

When I first saw you, you were perfect
A thing of beauty you can't look direct
At - and my mind's eye's glasses were askew
Everything you touched seemed to be so new...

New acquaintances - old friends
I can always tell them apart
One stays home with you while you've got the bends
The other breaks your heart!

It's been a long time, where did it go?
Neighbors came and went - the house would know!
If we moved where would we live
This is the house which I was given...

But its okay now I mean you've got me
I've got you, least I think I do
This wine seems a little off the tee
How come your glass seems so full?!

New acquaintances - old friends
I can always tell them apart
One stays home with you while you've got the bends
The other breaks your heart!

Or so I thought
So I thought
My naive little brain
Could not conceive the pain
You wrought...
You wrought
I must acquaint my brain to the new formulaic pain!

[sketchyjoe]

TARANTULA BETHLEHEM

My feet ache as they tread round the raging city
Ruled by a lucid fluid ochlocratic committee
The symmetrical disorder, fine disarray
It's fucking beautiful to me in its ugly way

It's serenely vulgar, immaculately rude
Like a perfect curse and just as crude
Driving me onwards keeping me sharp and sane
Glamorous existence meets it's filthy bane

The heartbeat of the metropolis: dissonant noise
The siren solo that the feedback destroys
An out-of-tune cry smoothly distorted
Arrythmic rumbles of best laid plans thwarted

You fall in love for 15 instants every time you leave your door
And though these moments are soon forgotten who could ask for more?

It vibrates with mania, shakes with reverb
Please don't imprison me in the safe suburb
Where curtains twitch and passions stilt
And every wine-glass is topped up with guilt

I want the life-filled pollution you drink deep
The whispered fuzz of traffic that helps me sleep
The embracing smog filled eden of concrete visions
Of feeling freedom with a drunk's precision

Where stars of our own creation twinkle in their death throes
Half-remembered history behind every face flows
Shades of neon grey light the way to hell's prize
And it's all happening right before your eyes

You fall in love for 15 instants every time you leave your door
And though these times are but passing acquaintances who could ask for more?

[Minos]

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The Royal Guards.
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Life likes to teach, and I love to learn
But learning's less lovely when the pupil is burned
Hold the flame to my eye, so that I might see
I've an army of thousands and it's all left to me.

Surrounding ourselves with the guards of good taste
Who swear their alliegance till the end of all things.
They all earn our trust, for they make the world glow
Though when darkness rolls in, we must shine on our own.

How quaint our acquaintances all seem to be
Shuffling slowly to a lost melody
This fear feels like future has forgotten me
As silence sinks in I can no longer breath

They laugh when we laugh, cry when we cry
But when their shift ends, will they die when we die?
We grant them all rooms in the walls of our hearts
Where they hide and they sleep when the world becomes dark.

We give them our love, our hope, and our faith
Which they use for murder when we are betrayed.
When the gates of our lives are stormed in the night
Will they stand beside us or behind with a knife?

How quaint our acquaintances all seem to be
Shuffling slowly to a lost melody
This fear feels like future has forgotten me
As silence sinks in I can no longer breath

With these thoughts in mind
My space is reserved
For those with the scars
From the battles we've served
We've all lost a war
Had our lives torn apart
But the hardest defeat
Is one close to our hearts

How quaint our acquaintances all seem to be
Shuffling slowly to a lost melody
This fear feels like future has forgotten me
As silence sinks in I can no longer breath

This fear feels like future has forgotton me
As silence sinks I can no longer breath
These thoughts fill my head as I plan my retreat
My army of thousands and it's left to me.

[Surf]

“I will advise you where to plant yourselves;
Acquaint you with the perfect spy o' the time”

In time we wait for each other,
Not healing wounds or scratching eyes,
But pregnant with time and association

Born, raised, early and uninteresting
In Illinois, a speaker, announcing, stagnant

And out west I found myself,
in glittering names I lost myself,
aspiring to be remembered; a legacy
like a pinched matchhead
I dreamt of days when, after I’d left,
they’d whisper my name.

No. so I moved right. Power was the game.
And my name, though not in lights was enough
And you, you showed me, led me
Married me. Then loved me.

We ran. I ran. I won,
I won with you by my side. And
Time forever, not on a cliff
llllllor coin,
but in the same league
control. I had it
and ran amok over policy, economy, lives and what not
led by opinion and
llllllGod

years passed. Past. And I succommed to
llllllmy memory
failing me, I looked at you ,
and saw in your face recognition,
lllbut not in the blacks of your eyes;
I was just a man, in a loving mirror,
spent and forgetting, as I began
the journey that will lead me into the sunset
lllof my life

lost memories like films I made
ignored and once loved
but gone;
each crimson leaf a thought on the forest floor
And I could have beeen saved,
my own hand passed over the cure,
llllll- rejecting.

Watching verses and lives, written and lived
Hidden behind words, in minds and under
Mountains of earth, in memory of what we felt
llllllAgainst the world



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so there you go. not really a song as such, but if that's a requirement, then its a spoken word piece laid over the top of the american national anthem played on a kazoo. also, i've included the choosen word in the epigraph, which is from macbeth, but if this is against the rules, let me know, and i'll rewrite it.

p.s. google the title as a nickname to find out who the poem is about

[burton.and.gas]

So When we start with Mike Xaiyao
and when you hear his story
artist of opaque mirror
sketching the obscure
no pictures that can make sense
no explanation of concept

He asked himself what is the point?
Beginnings never end
structures never hold
and concepts just restrict

He acquaints himself with a brand new world
where no one is the same colour
and the skin is but expression of the mind
the cultures are diversity
no longer held to be identity

And it was forever told that Mike Xaiyao lived in his perfect
and that others came to join him
So we end upon on note of global nonsense

[jurialmunkey]

Nah... This one looks too hard.

[SubtleDagger]

A Dream Of Flying

I acquaint my beaten gnarled hands
With glasses in their racks, the stains
Of wasted livelihood adorning
Every facet, washing off the
Carelessness their youths had
Clung to. I dream of flying with the
Bloodied angel, knowing the
Divine embrace of beauty in
Her calm unmoving smile,
The righteous love I held
For her empty features pressed
Into her stiffened hand. A dream
I pass upon, only to descend
Back into barren, shifting sands
That linger in deserted pasts
While she flies upward endlessly,
A tachyon turning into twilight.
I'm only human, my thoughts undone
Like yellowed papers in the sun
While the seraph's star betrays my age;
Seconds and minutes and hours and days
And weeks and months and years away,
So far ahead of this youth I swore
I'd never put to waste.

[pixiesfanyo]

No Title (Wind in Lonely Fences if you want one?)

My head is oak
And my heart is bamboo

A transparent sapling
Acquainted with the somber gaze
Of a loop taped sunrise
Above blank skies dribbled in remorse
And effete remembrance

Stumbled in growth, its love
Fails like falling leaves, descending
And its sanity roused by
A bird perched stoic on my limb,
Initials cleaved in its skin

And dilating illusions
Delude my lull of serenity

I woke caught in branches
Of myself
And dressed in flesh of bark
Wishing for
The recur of fallen leaves

But I feel the coldest of days coming
And this once virile trunk splintering eternal

[FA]

A Paintbrush and A Friend
JustinBHughes

The moon rides along the arrogant telephone lines, ducking below traffic as a single cloud cries, and I sleep patiently. The earth's breath is drawing, shaping trees into wooden frames, etching life in the soil where the flowers sway....and I cried with him.

The sun lays low, hiding beneath a hood, so insecure so breathless, waiting to unveil and confide, as the radio screams, the pilot hides and I wake up from an unpleasant dream. Charlatan fields soak in rain while the trees hang like t-shirts out to dry; laundry lines the horizon and above hovers the pink and orange of her maturing palette.

Our vanity is priceless and regards are best written blindly, constellations shine high in the morning mist, while tires swim over unpolished shorelines. A drink is poured, an acquaintance found, minds are replaced, the last sketch to finish all we've erased.