The Migrations PeriodThe Rome of old is fallen,The Migrations Period2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The Gallic plains are open wide,
The Alpine mountains ringing
With the crashing of our tide,
Our fierce deluge is upon you.
For all your Latin pride,
We humble sons of Teutons
Have cast your rule aside.
Rome is but a bygone thought,
All who knew it we have slain;
Never have those Latin fields
Known such a bitter rain!
The statues of your Caesars,
Have all come crashing down
Their gold diadems bartered;
For our iron Lombard crown.
Your Gaul that was once a nation
By the name, “Francia,” now is called.
Where once stood your plantations,
Now stand our kings’ fine beer-halls.
Where once your proud sons gathered
To recite old Attic dialogues
Our skalds now roughly smatter
Rough songs of our chiefs and gods.
Even in white-cliffed Britain
Seemingly so safe across the sea
Our brethren, Saxons and Angles,
Had built an Angle-land, we see.
Oh, how the whole world trembles,
As when a comet tears the skies;
Their ruined Empire is in shambles
As our proud
Oligarchy No. 9As we stay silentOligarchy No. 91 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Ignorant bliss invades
We submit to the tyrant
And let fools lead our parades.
Sound Sex: ManiaJumpin’ men wild and freeSound Sex: Mania1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Dancin’ naked to lyrics obscene
Normals wander on
Feelin’ safe in their head
They don’t realize they’re done
And they’re already dead.
News from CharlestonNine shots maybe moreNews from Charleston1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Ring out in our ears,
We were all deaf before
So now we shed no tears
In these quiet places
Where we bow our head
We dare not leave traces
Of those who are dead.
Let us clean the blood
Off the ground and our hands,
Let us ignore the flood
Of the tears of those damned
By ignorance for ignorance sake
To appease fearful men
Who ignore those forced to undertake
The mantle of victim in this deadly sin.
Oligarchy No. 8Rolling metal, red rust,Oligarchy No. 81 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The wheels dent the road.
Filled with avarice,
Filled with lust,
The kings in the high tower
Laugh on their thrones.
Redemption No. 1I was arrested several timesRedemption No. 11 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I spent years in prison,
Because I enjoyed my lover’s eyes,
But now I’m free and I can get to livin’
Oligarchy No. 7A hungry eyeOligarchy No. 71 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Accuses your greed
But still you lie
No matter how hard it pleads.
A Dream of ErosionI saw in a dream, deadly and prophetic,A Dream of Erosion1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A nation crumbling under lies,
Where its judges and rulers sat
Where the stones of the jewelers,
Were traded with living breath,
Where the populous danced intoxicated
I saw a land where
Trivial things were likened to death,
Where gibberish spewing fools
Were made into wealthy heroes,
Where the kind,
Were damned to a chorus of
And among those wails seething,
Standing there as if dreaming,
There were deaf mutes feigning,
The ignorance that yet prevailed
Among these mindless being.
Soon the deaf mutes grew weary
Of the blasphemes,
Of the pride profaning
The sacred places where beauty dwelt and
Enveloped all the senses in a flurry of
Melodic motion which did not survive
The zealots’ cries which crushed them,
And on these fallen altars,
The deaf mutes let out a cry,
Warning of impending erosion,
Illegal LoveThe youth share illegal love,Illegal Love1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For they are masters of their minds,
As pious tyrants cry above,
Our youth! Our youth! They are blind!
UntitledLooking at the cityGrey towers growing from the ground,UntitledLooking at the city1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Grander than any pyramid,
A paradise filled with sound,
But too much of it bigoted.
Downtown SpiritsAngels smoking glass,Downtown Spirits2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Down on central avenue,
Devils walk by aghast,
As if they know what’s true.
Subsidized punishmentWe are sent to debtor’s prison,Subsidized punishment2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For unpayable fines,
We are forced into attrition,
For imaginary crimes.
The mother owes fifty dollars,
On a twenty dollar crime,
But her hungry child calls her,
And now she has to do time;
She gets hauled away,
For feeding her kid,
She should have paid
And told her child
"Have a stiff upper lip."
Oligarchy No. 6Children live in a homeOligarchy No. 62 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With only a mattress on the floor
There’s nothing else they own
Save for shame from the misinformed.
A Life in a NeedleA Matted beard with tired eyes,A Life in a Needle2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A cigarette burns his jeans,
He grew tired of life’s lies,
So now he lives in opium dreams.
UntitledThere are those concerned with only wealth and fame,Untitled2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So much so they cannot see the seeds that others are sowing,
They are so concerned with where we all came
That they cannot see where we are going
Oligarchy No.4I’ve paid two thousand dollars,Oligarchy No.42 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On a fifty dollar fine,
But still I got to wear a collar,
On this ankle of mine.
Oligarchy No.3A tyrant’s mind schemes,Oligarchy No.32 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When the wise speak the truth,
They will declare them unclean,
In the name of protecting the youth.
Yankee, YankeeYankee, Yankee, very loudYankee, Yankee2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Detectable in the largest crowd
What dread culture on this Earth
Could create a monster like thee?
In what classroom were you taught
Where your mind was used for naught?
What did your professor intend
Teaching to break what none could mend?
What the parent? What the crone?
Who turned you into a drone?
In what clinic? In what daycare?
Did you learn to be so unfair?
When your blood came down the ages
Carried through empire's stages
Was goodness ever hoped to be?
Did the Constitution's maker make thee?
Unsung Songs and Unwritten poemsMost poems remain unwritten.Unsung Songs and Unwritten poems2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Most songs remain unsung.
They died with those who loved them,
Never knowing another tongue.
Those poems once heard,
Are now lost to an endless void,
Recited as hearts were stirred,
When lovers were overjoyed.
They were once sung lightly,
Those rare, contented songs,
They were sung to lovers nightly,
But now they’re forever gone.
As blood was spilt,
They were overshadowed;
Drowned out by the sounds of war,
The cities they were rebuilt,
But that which to love was hallowed,
Can never be restored.
No Good Deed...There used to be a boyNo Good Deed...2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
who liked to play and sing
One day he found a bird
the bird had hurt its wing
The boy had nursed the bird
so it could fly again
The bird had thanked the boy
by teaching him to sing
The boy then tried to sing
but could not let out a word
No matter what he tried
it seemed he was turning into a bird
The bird was very happy
as it could fly again
but not only that
it had made a new friend.
The Lost SoldierThe stars that glare down from the evening sky.The Lost Soldier2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They shame me for my past.
It’s in solitude that I suffer.
My innocence was made of glass.
But those crystal walls, they were shattered.
Once my footsteps stained the dirt.
I had pledged my soul to protect the weak,
But death was something that we couldn’t avert.
They called me a soldier of fortune.
You named me sinner and fool.
Shaped from the flames in a field of rice.
I was branded a political tool.
I’m scarred with the stripes of my valor.
All my friend’s names are carved in stone.
Trapped in the memories of the brothers I lost,
I’m damned to wander through this pain alone
The Result of Selective AbortionsTh’ am baile beag gun samhail oir ‘s e baileThe village is unique because it isThe Result of Selective Abortions3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Nan seana-ghille, baile beag far nach eilA town of bachelors, a village where there are no
Ann bean aois phòsaidh ‘n làthair, mnathan ghineadhMarriageable women left, women to produce
A’ ghlùn siud ri teachd…Yon future generation…
Chan urrainn fear a phòsadh oir chan iarradhNo man can marry because no woman
Bean ‘phòsadh obraiche bochd; pòstar iseWould want to marry a poor laborer; she will be married
Airson a cloinne, phòsta ri fear bheairteach…For her children, married to a wealthy man…
Mar sin, dh’fhàg mnathan…Like that, women left…
Oir chùm na teaghlaich taobh len oighrean, am micBecause the families took the side of their heirs, their sons,
Bh’an nìghneagan air mharbhadh, mus no ‘n dèidh breith,Their
lostonly we can changelost3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
what we've become
out of control