My poetry

[Zazaban]

Since I'm starting to post so much, I'm going to put it in here. Let me know what you think.

Liam Gallagher
Liam Gallagher sat on a toadstool
On his mouth there was drool
His brother Noel was swimming in the pool
They both think they're really fucking cool

Liam Gallagher wrote a song
It's about him using his bong
The main instrument he plans to use is a gong
Noel's visiting his girlfriend in Hong Kong
What the fuck Liam, what the fuck

I am a Hat
I am a hat that falls down the stairs.
When I was young I got married
Married to life itself, and the stars abounded
and everything was beautiful, and love filled the earth.

One day the world became sallow, and the people saw no more
The rocks became bare, the moss dry and brown
From beyond the mountains a saddened knight did arrive
Carrying a bouquet of wilted flowers.
Across the land, all the priests wept

Far away, the crows flew afar,
looking for their lost king
The demons lay in the shadows, waiting for the sun to set
and that afternoon she left me, suitcase in her hand

I walked across the plains of abraham, humming softly to the wind
Bees passed solemnly, too worried to look for honey
Clouds gathered overhead, and the bridge I did find to be closed
Despair enveloping, I screamed against the blaze,
my broken body collapsing against the wall.
I am a hat that falls down the stairs.

I Don't Have Anyone Else
I don't have anyone else
I don't think that's special
I don't want to whine,
I don't splutter,
I don't see a cloud in the sky

For all the times I see the people smile
I just walk on and grimace
Oh the tears! I cry
For it's all not real

If the goblet were half empty
I'd drink it up;
If the sun were not shining
I'd light it up anew;
If the grass did not grow
I'd whistle a merry song and forget it ever did

For I am not like you, you see
I am different
Like a bird in the sky
Or a bee in a bed of flowers
I am different, you see,
I don't have anyone else

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I stand over that stone
That lamentable mark
The wind is blowing strong
A grey whistle through the air
The flowers I hold are for you;
They were always for you;
Bound together with my wreched pain;
They are all that I still feel
For the birds may sing
And the sun may shine
But I'll never live another day
As long as you're in my mind

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Glorious are the wicked!
The godless and the vain
Glory to the satanists, the blasphemers and the profane
Praise be the the criminals, the killers and the theives
All my love goes to the vandals, the brutes and the sinners,
all of the disgusting perverts and scoundrels,
the wreched and the pathetic,
the weak and the evil,
the beggars and the scum
Yes, glorious are the wicked,
the godless and the vain,
for without them we would have nobody to blame

[Zazaban]

This one I intend ot use to start a play.

I am here.
But where is here, right now?
Perhaps I am with Cleveland,
happy with my wife,
Or perhaps alone in New York,
my only confort a bottle
But alas, I am here,
alone, persecuted,
a dense ringing in my ear,
Though deaf I thought I was before;

Elias Green is my name,
So it would seem,
my nom de plume,
my vacant state,
alone in this place it matters not,
it's not real,
just a word to a face,
so I have devised.

Oh god! Spare my soul and kill me,
if you do exist,
For the unendurable pain this place is,
it brings me to my knees,
it brings my mind to sheer despair,
oh this lametable place!
Kill me god!
Kill me now!

*pause*

But out in the distance
A light!
The faint light of a dying star;
I can see images, faces,
It is my own, mine that I see,
The past unfolding before my eyes,
A window! a window beyond these four walls
A doorway to a place not this,
That faint glow beyond my reach!

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I see him
He does not see me

A glistening blade,
my forehead coated in sweat
a bead drops down and hits the floor
From this, he notices me,
and with a bellow I shoot forward
terror ablaze
I know I have but one second
The silver goes forward and the blood flows forth
In a moment he is gone
I breathe deep and heavy

He is buried there,
Under the hill,
Where birds come and go,
To sing
He is buried there,
and every time I walk past I weep,
for he was God,
and for the sake of all mankind,
I did murder him

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My finger taps on the ground
It is hollow
I sometimes wonder what is down there
I think maybe it is hell
All the lost souls and gnashing of teeth
and I'm safe up here,
to think of it,
to tap on the ground,
and see it is hollow.

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I stand upon the Severn edge.
Glade behind, meadow beyond,
the wind upon my face.
Too peaceful is the mood,
too quiet be the pace.
A dove! It calls above my mind,
it's wings flutter through the wind,
my thoughts do in kind;
and though I am not from here,
I see beauty beyond compare.
My heart upon this Severn river shore.

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Tintern, Tintern,
but an old ancient husk.
What life you once held,
has now turned to dust.

The Wye below flows soundly,
a brisk wind doth blow
through my coat;
the leaves rustling,
and the grass beneath my feet;
truely a delight to be.

And long ago, the lord of the chaste
did come here for refuge,
and the austere did rule.
The brothers did build their beauty
for the eyes of God.
And here on earth,
the austere did rule
Until they turned to dust,
and the dust blew away.

Tintern Abbey, I give thanks to thee.