ClumsyMonkey.net

Awesome Sinead!

i wrote this one at the start of the iraqi war... I was an angry little hippie back then!

gaunt and ghostly,
the children run,
for they have been forsaken,
with the burden of no fun,
the girls with the infants,
the boys with their guns

this isnt a game
this isnt pretend,
its not about fame,
but only revenge,

the flag in the distance,
people tense with fear,
sound the alarm,
planes begin to appear,
stars stripes and banners overhead,
attack is severe.

One Shot Juanita wrote:I was an angry little hippie back then!

And what's changed?

Ok.
Nothing!

"when it shatters"

rip away the empty streets,
and broken hearts
then there's nothing left to see

we feel our passion,
when it shatters
and there's nothing left to be

between the streaming tears,
and the burned-out candles
we lose the places we can leave

in the steeples that tear the heavens,
and slice the grey into the blue
is the place that I can never leave--
and the only place that's true

Thats really, really good.

Late in the Night

Late in the night while women busy themselves,
Furnishing their love,
Men wait for them.
And while they wait they discover
Their lost pieces of faith
And fragments of hate
In their mirrors.

Late in the night while women sneak away
To limitless kingdoms of love
Men wait for them.
And while they wait they uncover
The secrets of some women
And the truths of most men
In their kitchens.

Late in the night while men lie awake in vigilance,
Dreaming of Jezebels,
Women leave them.
And while they leave they ravish
The hearts of the uncommon
And the seeds of the withdrawn
and feel no remorse.

"stand"

praying you'll see this fire,
this twinkle in my eyes
that you've missed a million times before,
you miss, 'cause you don't know to try

just hoping that the light,
will hit the world, once right
and you'll see what's right in front of you--
that you'll gain your broken sight

yes, holding onto this hope,
will spill me to the floor
but I'll get back up, just as before,
and stand to fall once more

dude, have you ever considered addig music to your material?



good stuff by the way

about three or four have been turned into songs. I hooked up with a friend of mine (great vocalist/guitarist) two have been recorded, and are on an EP he put together. I'd like to get a few more turned into songs, though.

thanks for the kind words.

awesome dude, simply awesome

trentm32 wrote:about three or four have been turned into songs. I hooked up with a friend of mine (great vocalist/guitarist) two have been recorded, and are on an EP he put together. I'd like to get a few more turned into songs, though.

thanks for the kind words.

Share!!!

I'll try to find a copy of the CD...

Sweet.

"Stand" is truely touching. Awesome job.

thanks!

"line for line"

fiction hearts still broken,
with bitter monologue, felt too deep
all hitting far too close to home,
losing all that I can't keep

a forced closing of a chapter,
before I ever thought it'd end
which sentence suits the story?
to my will, why can't it bend?

praying it could all work out,
but the characters lead the way
to lose it all, just as I,
with these words still left to say

changing names, and changing towns
but the similarities burn too true
as letters shift, to subtle changes,
with it all there still to lose

so I'll fill these pages--
and call it all a lie
while the truth beats here, inside of me,
matching this, line for line

...

"old friends and grudges"

old friends and grudges,
held far past their prime
learning lessons, always the hard way,
saying it all-- enigmatic lines

but through this all I found it,
what friendship truly means
even though I have none left to tell,
but at least I finally see

do you ever get tired of writing poetry that rhymes? I mean, that assumes that you write nothing else, which I'm sure isn't the case. But after awhile for me I get really tired of it, and it makes me feel like a walking cliche.

Trent..u write some really good stuff, and your prolific. You can probalby write 100 songs in the time it takes me to write 3 or 4 good ones..keep it up.

I never get tired of rhyme-- I just approach each piece and topic however it seems it should best be taken from. I do tend to lean more toward rhymng poetry, because in some way I see it as more of an exercise to convey your point in a constrained environment. but if it ever touches the integrity of the poem; I scrap it.