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« on: September 24, 2011, 10:31:04 AM »

I found these poems cool.

Damp skin in greying sheets
decaying bed absorbing me
here gibbering alone
oh the earth and heavens they so tire me
tomorows dreams encased in velvet sanctuary
the crumbled throne of worldly gain
is glory forgotten and nothing remains
death is death
the host that squirms
smell the dark-TASTE THE WORMS.

Adorned daggers, ruby hilted swords
Unfailing crosses, striking mortal chords
violent serpents in volumes rolled
all holy poisons * are in cups of gold
These instruments so blessed and old
here lay deaths scriptures-truths untold
into my frail heart-the worms shall find a door
enter the weary pulp and into the core
as all of my flesh lay soft on the floor
release this soul from me forever more
into the loud tide screaming violent silent words
out of this world in screaming awe........

by Lee Dorian (Napalm Death/ Cathedral)

* a drug metaphor??


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Re: poems

« Reply #1 on: October 02, 2011, 02:09:30 PM »

Love dark writing so much any dark art matter a fact


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Re: poems

« Reply #2 on: October 03, 2011, 02:17:30 AM »

Quote from: tpvalley on September 24, 2011, 10:31:04 AM

I found these poems cool.

by Lee Dorian (Napalm Death/ Cathedral)

* a drug metaphor??

I think the poet wrote as described by the titles. But all is allusion - take what you gather.

I'd like to see a proper English translation of Riccardo Mannerrini's 1958 (?) poem 'Eroina' or the revised version 'Cantico dei Drogati' in collaboration with, and sung by 'the Italian Dylan' Fabrizio de Andre, in the unlikely event there's a bilingual reader out there who fancies a difficult assignment. The dominance of our language means those of another tongue often don't receive the worldwide attention they merit. An English edition of Mannerrini's strange, haunting poems is long overdue.


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« Reply #3 on: October 11, 2011, 05:14:38 AM »

Im lying on my bed,
Watching the T.V.
It's not even on but there's plenty for me to see
I just lit... some crazy ass shit
That my friend let me have for free

I'm fucking wasted
It's the best shit I ever tasted
I think they fuckin' laced it
'Cause I'm so damn lam-bay-sted
Ooh!!

Well my friend came over,
So I packed him a pipe
I told him you better go easy with this shit
But he didn't believe the hype
He smoked three hits just to show he could take it
Two minutes later he was playin' backgammon stark-naked

He's fucking wasted!
It's the best shit he ever tasted
He's lost in fuckin' space, yeah
'Coz he's so wicked wicked wasted

Whoaaa, spent the last two hours
Hiding under my bed
'Cause I just looked in the garbage can
And I think I saw my Uncle Louie's head
I'm fuckin wasted!!

Well my friend blew a hit into my pet bird's face
The bird laughed hysterically
And started to moonwalk all over the place
He tripped over the xbox wire
And fell right on to his beak
He looked at the two of us and he started to speak...
I'M FUCKIN WASTED!!
IT'S THE BEST SHIT I EVER TASTED!
My brain's getting wasted
Welll. I'm fuckin' fried!!

Now...
We're sittin' in the bathtub
Wanting something to eat
I wanted a pizza, the bird said...
Uhhh pepperoni would be sweet
Delivery guy showed up four hours later
Handed me his shoe
I said "we ordered a pizza buddy,
- what the hell's up with you"

I'm fucking wasted
It's the best shit I ever fucking tasted
Whoaa yeah, fucking toasted
I think it's time to sleep …..


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« Reply #4 on: October 11, 2011, 06:17:51 AM »

When i was young and had no sense,
Caught my balls on a barbed wire fence,
Off to the hospital i did go ,
Throwing my balls to and frow,

Said to the doctor will i die?
Yes you bugger,say goodbye,
In come the nurse,with a red hot lance,
Burst my balls, I started to dance,
Now im older,got some sense,
You wont catch me with a barbed wire fence.
written by Froude


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« Reply #6 on: October 14, 2011, 01:49:14 PM »

Froude LMMAAOOOO Grin


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« Reply #7 on: October 14, 2011, 04:14:14 PM »

Glad you like em ,more of a limerick than a poem,makes my 17yr&13 yr laugh, heres another.

AT 12pm in the middle of the night,
Two dead men got up to fight,
Back to Back they faced each other,
Drew their swords,and shot each other.
written by Froude