Saturday, September 30, 2006
Thoughts
"The Game"
Two kings on each side of a checkered
battlefield, war waging in front of them,
kneeling to the sky they call differently.
And on hallow ground bloody corpses lay,
a testament to gods will slippery
tongues will tell. What is one death if two souls
are saved. It's two more souls to save four more;
for the pawns don't know it's a number game.
Men have cried and bled for king, land, and wealth
but every drop spilt in his true glory
will be remembered with your final breath.
And with the last expression on your face
knights, bishop, queen, and king praise the same god
that watched your eyes go so pale. For a king's and
bishop's blood is to great for "god's true will".
Opionin
This is a blank verse poem I wrote for my poetry course. It has no standard rhyming scheme, it just has to be in pentamic meter. Most classical plays and shakespares plays where writtin in this form such as his infamous "To Be or Not to Be" speech. I thought it came out very well and portrayed my point.
Recommended Viewing
Movie: "Fight Club" *Pay close attention through out this one kids*
"The Game"
Two kings on each side of a checkered
battlefield, war waging in front of them,
kneeling to the sky they call differently.
And on hallow ground bloody corpses lay,
a testament to gods will slippery
tongues will tell. What is one death if two souls
are saved. It's two more souls to save four more;
for the pawns don't know it's a number game.
Men have cried and bled for king, land, and wealth
but every drop spilt in his true glory
will be remembered with your final breath.
And with the last expression on your face
knights, bishop, queen, and king praise the same god
that watched your eyes go so pale. For a king's and
bishop's blood is to great for "god's true will".
Opionin
This is a blank verse poem I wrote for my poetry course. It has no standard rhyming scheme, it just has to be in pentamic meter. Most classical plays and shakespares plays where writtin in this form such as his infamous "To Be or Not to Be" speech. I thought it came out very well and portrayed my point.
Recommended Viewing
Movie: "Fight Club" *Pay close attention through out this one kids*
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Thoughts
"The American Feast"
“A pound of flesh for every ounce of pain.”
It’s so very hard to admit
You feed these demons you have made
Bound by the albatross of dismay.
It doesn’t hurt if you just submit
"A pound of flesh for an ounce of pain."
So comforting is your dismay
In this age of endless content
You feed these demons you have made.
Afraid to leave this dead world you’ve made.
Your whole life you have to commit
"A pound of flesh for an ounce of pain."
The tears crystallize on your face
While images help you forget
You feed these demons you have made.
You believe there is no escape
Because of the lies they transmit,
“A pound of flesh for every ounce of pain,
You must feed these daemons you’ve made."
Opionin
I wrote this poem for my Creative Writing, Poetry Class. It's in villanelle form and has a very standard rhyming scheme. I only ended up putting in one approximate rhyme. Overall I was happy about how it came out, surprisingly though my teacher liked it very much and literally appluaded me for it. By the way I apologize for the massive void of updates. Again I've gotten so busy with work and school I don't have as much time to do free writing. I'm going to post a few poems I wrote for my poetry class though. I'll put up a new italian sonnet very soon.
Recommended Listening
Album: "The Death of the Pixies" By: The Pixies
Song: "Where is My Mind?"
"The American Feast"
“A pound of flesh for every ounce of pain.”
It’s so very hard to admit
You feed these demons you have made
Bound by the albatross of dismay.
It doesn’t hurt if you just submit
"A pound of flesh for an ounce of pain."
So comforting is your dismay
In this age of endless content
You feed these demons you have made.
Afraid to leave this dead world you’ve made.
Your whole life you have to commit
"A pound of flesh for an ounce of pain."
The tears crystallize on your face
While images help you forget
You feed these demons you have made.
You believe there is no escape
Because of the lies they transmit,
“A pound of flesh for every ounce of pain,
You must feed these daemons you’ve made."
Opionin
I wrote this poem for my Creative Writing, Poetry Class. It's in villanelle form and has a very standard rhyming scheme. I only ended up putting in one approximate rhyme. Overall I was happy about how it came out, surprisingly though my teacher liked it very much and literally appluaded me for it. By the way I apologize for the massive void of updates. Again I've gotten so busy with work and school I don't have as much time to do free writing. I'm going to post a few poems I wrote for my poetry class though. I'll put up a new italian sonnet very soon.
Recommended Listening
Album: "The Death of the Pixies" By: The Pixies
Song: "Where is My Mind?"
