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Literature
Ashes to Ashes
Verse 1 -
They’re grains of sand
in a desert storm;
they’re drops of water
in a flood.
They’re just crickets
in a cacophony,
Like cells in a stream
of blood.
Chorus -
Ashes to ashes,
and dust to dust.
Ashes to ashes,
like chrome to rust.
Verse 2 -
You’re a fleck of paint
on the Sistine walls;
You’re just a needle
in a wave of pain.
You’re a dancing spark
in a funeral pyre;
You’re just a tear
in the pouring rain.
Chorus -
Ashes to ashes,
and dust to dust.
Ashes to ashes,
like chrome to rust.
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Literature
Lt. Wellington and The Minutemen
in...
Chaos In The Kaidar Sector!
“Son of a Wordarian whore…”
Lt. Wellington stepped back from the scorched bunker door, turning with a grim expression to his three companions. “This looks awful spotty, gents.”
His squad mates stood a short distance behind him, each instinctively taking their assigned position in formation. Point man Nitro was already straightening the pins on the flash grenades lining his bandolier, simultaneously drawing his submachine gun from its holster. Gina, the squad’s medic and only Culdarian, was extending her carapace armor while checking her inventory of STIM packs, all three of her eyes narrowed in concentration. Corporal Rader’s towering frame loomed over the others, clutching a massive chain gun with little apparent effort while casually puffing on a cigar. The latter’s casual stance and expression suggested mild disinterest, though Wellington knew he was hanging on to every word.
Together, the four were
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Literature
Scythe
Verse 1 –
This is the harvest season,
the Autumn sky turned red.
Almost time for your rounds,
time for the dirt to be fed.
Raise your scythe in the cornfield
the stalks lined ear to ear.
Green and gray, they count the days
while the crows perch and cheer.
Chorus –
Just cut 'em all down.
Just cut 'em all down.
Verse 2 –
Another harvest season,
all the landscape turned red.
Time to rise for your rounds,
a black hood o’er your head.
Put your scythe to the cornfield
the stalks mown row by row.
Green or gray, they fall the same;
they reap the seeds they sow.
Chorus –
Just cut 'em all down.
Just cut 'em all down.
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Literature
Chain Links and Chicken Wire
Verse 1 –
Reach out and touch someone,
or so mother used to say.
Now chain-links and chicken wire
keep your neighbors at bay.
Each time the sun goes down
a shade pulls over your eyes;
Lock the doors and say your prayers,
and wait for the chips to fly.
Chorus –
Another dark night in the city;
another day in no-man's land.
She never sleeps or offers pity
She'll cut you down right where
you stand.
Verse 2 –
Reach up and touch the stars,
or so mother used to sing.
Now smog swallows the streetlights
as you greet a silent spring.
Each night a boy lies down,
a sheet pulled over his face;
Only have one shot to blow up
before you get blown away.
Chorus –
Another dark night in the city;
another day in no-man's land.
She never sleeps or offers pity
She'll cut you down right where
you stand.
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Literature
Miracle in No-Man's Land
Verse 1 -
The December winds blew in
scouring barren hill and dale.
Where prodigies of the slums
lay with alumni of Yale.
They kept calling them “Huns”,
but they bled just like me.
One Eve, their halls were decked
with familiar lights and trees.
For just a moment, my eyes were clear.
For just a moment, I had nothing to fear.
Chorus -
It was a miracle in no-man’s land,
swallow your venom, and take my hand.
It was a miracle in no-man’s land,
plant your feet firmly, and make your stand.
Verse 2 -
One by one we sortied,
like rabbits from our burrows.
Enfields lay forgotten,
and brows lost their furrows.
Old Bull's fuss and feathers
held neither reason nor rhyme.
And Father gave his sermon–
perhaps for the first time.
For just a moment, our eyes were clear.
For just a moment, we had nothing to fear.
Chorus -
It was a miracle in no-man’s land,
swallow your venom, and take my hand.
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Literature
The Belly of The Beast
Chorus –
In the belly of the beast
stokers sweat and monkeys burn.
In the belly of the beast
steam will scald and wheels will turn.
In the belly of the beast
smoke and soot befoul your eyes.
In the belly of the beast
you’ll never see the skies again.
Verse 1 –
Whiling away the night
in a bleached linen sling.
In your iron cocoon,
you bob and sway.
Your breath mists in the air,
and you curl a little tighter…
Here comes another draft,
carrying the winds of change.
Bundle up all you like,
you feel it in your bones.
Your breath mists in the air,
and you curl a little tighter…
Chorus –
In the belly of the beast
stokers sweat and monkeys burn.
In the belly of the beast
steam will scald and wheels will turn.
In the belly of the beast
smoke and soot befoul your eyes.
In the belly of the beast
you’ll never see the skies again.
Verse 2 –
Marooned on an island
of scattered, shifting sands.
In your iron furnace,
you dance
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Literature
Bugle Call
Verse 1 –
We came, father Abraham,
three hundred thousand strong.
Our pens and plows abandoned
beneath the settling dust.
With songs on our lips we marched
to the sound of the guns.
Until the cockades faded,
and eagles deigned to rust.
Chorus –
We’re waiting for the bugle
that will never call retreat.
For a prophet to exorcise
the specters of defeat.
Go tell it on the mountain;
compose our clarion call.
While divided we all stand,
united we will fall.
Verse 2 –
We marched, father Abraham,
three hundred thousand steps.
All our blankets and bibles
left scattered to the winds.
Many a cold winter’s night
we huddled ‘round the fire,
Listening to unearthly cries
that chilled our calloused skin.
Chorus –
We’re waiting for the bugle
that will never call retreat.
For a prophet to exorcise
the specters of defeat.
Go tell it on the mountain;
compose our clarion call.
While divided we all stand,
united we will fall.
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Literature
High-Water
Verse 1 –
Like water bursting through the dam,
the Southern tide comes surging.
The heralds of a summer storm;
heretics ripe for the purging.
Carried on the rolling waves.
In the Wild, hidden from the sun
you’re only flotsam in the tide.
The dogwood brambles lose their grip,
and you’re swept along for the ride.
Carried on the rolling waves.
Chorus –
Here comes the high-water;
here comes the rain.
Here comes the high-water;
here comes the pain.
Verse 2 –
Like the surf breaking on the shore,
the Southern tide comes crashing.
Against the jagged walls of stone,
thunder and lightning is flashing.
Facing down the rolling waves.
On the ridge where the headstones grow,
you brace against the raging squall.
Like the levee before the hurricane,
until the bugle’s final call.
Facing down the rolling waves.
Chorus –
Here comes the high-water;
here comes the flood.
Here comes the high-water;
here comes the blood.
Exitlude
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Literature
Marye's Heights
Verse 1 –
It was a quiet December  
in this bare and blighted land.
We walked upon the ridge line
lock step and hand in hand.
Above the snow-dusted spires
the local boys were full of fight.
First time this wayward Yankee
saw a cold Virginia night.
Chorus –
Oh, Marye–
We’ll watch the fireworks
from the Heights tonight.
Oh, Marye–
We’ll sleep on the tundra
‘til the morning light.
Oh, Marye–
I’ll lay with a smile
frozen on my face.
Oh, Marye–
I’ll be waiting for
your warm embrace.
Verse 2 –
From the cut stone horizon
cam the orange burst of dawn.
We tore down the ridge line, and
tumbled in each other’s arms.
A thin, butternut angel
brushed my face and held my hand.
As the windows fogged over,
our jars crumbled into sand.
Chorus –
Oh, Marye–
We’ll watch the fireworks
from the Heights tonight.
Oh, Marye–
We’ll sleep on the tundra
‘til the morning
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Literature
Mars
Verse 1 –
It’s the calm after the storm,
all the embers cooled to gray.
As empty as a hero's grave
once the gold leaf wears away.
Under the eyes of Mars
with a one thousand-yard stare.
The pawns stumble from the board,
numb to the cool, night air.
Verse 2 –
It’s the calm before the storm,
black clouds stretched far away.
Rusty sabers are rattling
their scabbards weep and pray.
Under the eyes of Mars;
under his blood-red glare.
The pawns scream in their boxes,
eyes fixed upon their squares.
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Verse 1 -

They’re grains of sand
in a desert storm;
they’re drops of water
in a flood.

They’re just crickets
in a cacophony,
Like cells in a stream
of blood.

Chorus -

Ashes to ashes,
and dust to dust.
Ashes to ashes,
like chrome to rust.

Verse 2 -

You’re a fleck of paint
on the Sistine walls;
You’re just a needle
in a wave of pain.

You’re a dancing spark
in a funeral pyre;
You’re just a tear
in the pouring rain.

Chorus -

Ashes to ashes,
and dust to dust.
Ashes to ashes,
like chrome to rust.
Ashes to Ashes
This piece is a tad unusual for me, in that I didn't really have any specific scene, photograph, or historical event in mind while writing it. (Pretty sure I had some Sisters of Mercy tracks running in the background, though.) The gestation period was very protracted, advancing in fits and starts with long breaks of inactivity in between. Heck, this thing's been sitting in Sta.sh Writer for a week while I decided which variation on the chorus I wanted. Doh!
On another note, I think this might be the least "wordsy" song I've written since Back-Wards, which dates waaaaaay back from the prehistoric year of 2014. I guess all that is old really is new again. Shrug 

Let me know what you think; your feedback only helps me grow as a writer! =)

Lyrics © James Polymer, James R. Stoudt, Ghost Army of the Republic 2018
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James R. Stoudt
United States
Current Residence: United States
Favourite Music: A blend of New-Wave, Rock, and Ambient (or at least something unique). Intelligent lyrics help, too.
Favourite photographer: On DeviantArt: "Stefanparis," "ThisYearsGirl," and "GeorgeHarrison."
Favourite style of art: Just about any style, as long as there's an organic, emotional, "human" element to it
Operating System: Windows 8
MP3 player of choice: One that works.
Shell of choice: The kind you can hear the ocean in.
Wallpaper of choice: The kind that looks nice.
Skin of choice: The kind that keeps the dust out.
Favorite cartoon character: Mizore from Rosario + Vampire
Personal Quote: "Human salvation lies in the hands of the creatively maladjusted." -- Martin Luther King
Interests
First, a little background information. My college hosts a student-run literature magazine called Shadows of Birds, which accepts both poetry and works of short fiction from the student body. Each semester they publish three collections drawn from this content, and the competition can be pretty fierce; I had been submitting for the last year or so and never made the cut. woe emote However, for the final issue of 2014 they decided to switch things up somewhat; instead of publishing electronically, they debuted their first-ever print edition. To celebrate, they rented out the entire on-site Freyberger Art Gallery for the evening, and invited all students and faculty to hear the issue's chosen authors recite their work.

Less than 48 hours before the event, I checked my e-mail for the first time in a week...and saw I was one of the featured contributors. :faint:

Sweet jumping John Jacob Jingle-Heimer Jehoshaphats, it felt like Christmas came early. It's not a major publication, and it's not for profit (the magazine is free), and it's only 3 lyrics, but screw it, it's finally happened! :excited: I can only hope this emotional high lasts long enough to cover the slough of rejection letters I'll probably get out of college.

Welp, back to bouncing off the walls!
  • Listening to: Weathered Wolves - Dead Astronauts
  • Reading: The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien
  • Watching: Out
  • Playing: It Straight
  • Eating: Beef jerky
  • Drinking: It all in

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Thanks for the favourites :)
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Thank you for the fav :) much appreciate ♥
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Thanks for the faves!
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Thank you Kames😊
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