Song by Cracker. One of my all time favourites. I'm in a god-awful bad mood right now and there are not many signs of it abating. Good thing though is that it does get the creative juices flowing. So here is the output of my current phase of grumpiness and plain misery.
Darkness swirls 'neath the storm-laden skies,
Lightning flashes, shreds the ebony cloak,
The earth screams in pure agony,
As its core rebels and tears it from the inside,
Armageddon is nigh, repent ye sinners,The magi thus proclaim, their hour finally come.
Rivulets of blood run down the streets,
Cities burn as man turns animal,
Knives, swords, guns and bombs,
Nature once again red in tooth and claw,
Children weep, women beg, men are ripped to shreds,
Anarchy is the rule, raw primal and feral.
Kith, kin, creed, none hold a draw anymore,
Every man for himself, as it was intended,
Why society, why be shackled by affiliations?
What good has that ever done, what of the wrong instead?
Why prostrate yourself on the altars of false gods,
Their preaching, their ideals, all they brought was pain.
Gaia is awake now, she can't take it anymore,
We're a blight, a pestilience that must be erased,
A million years on this planet yet what'd be our legacy?
Ruins, garbage bins and blood-stained homes?
Is it our lot to merge gracefully with the sunset,
Or even that dignity is to be denied to us?
Something new for once. I actually penned down two poems in one period. I guess the credit should go to the Cost Accounting teacher for boring me long enough to actually accomplish this feat.
Why does everyone put me down?
Why do I need to be defined by what others say?
I'm my own man, a free spirit roaming this realm,
Destiny is what I make, so leave what is mine!
Rejections, humiliations, rank indifference,
Is that the reason for my being?
Dreams, ambitions, love, recognition,
Am I not meant to rejoice in these?
I try to reassert, believe in my true worth,
But the heartaches only increase, and the will weakens.
The citadel has been breached, the fragile core exposed,
Joy is evanescent, pain is the new continuum.
The flame is flickering, soon it'd be no more,
The night'll then claim me, peace thereafter.
Darkness swirls 'neath the storm-laden skies,
Lightning flashes, shreds the ebony cloak,
The earth screams in pure agony,
As its core rebels and tears it from the inside,
Armageddon is nigh, repent ye sinners,The magi thus proclaim, their hour finally come.
Rivulets of blood run down the streets,
Cities burn as man turns animal,
Knives, swords, guns and bombs,
Nature once again red in tooth and claw,
Children weep, women beg, men are ripped to shreds,
Anarchy is the rule, raw primal and feral.
Kith, kin, creed, none hold a draw anymore,
Every man for himself, as it was intended,
Why society, why be shackled by affiliations?
What good has that ever done, what of the wrong instead?
Why prostrate yourself on the altars of false gods,
Their preaching, their ideals, all they brought was pain.
Gaia is awake now, she can't take it anymore,
We're a blight, a pestilience that must be erased,
A million years on this planet yet what'd be our legacy?
Ruins, garbage bins and blood-stained homes?
Is it our lot to merge gracefully with the sunset,
Or even that dignity is to be denied to us?
Something new for once. I actually penned down two poems in one period. I guess the credit should go to the Cost Accounting teacher for boring me long enough to actually accomplish this feat.
Why does everyone put me down?
Why do I need to be defined by what others say?
I'm my own man, a free spirit roaming this realm,
Destiny is what I make, so leave what is mine!
Rejections, humiliations, rank indifference,
Is that the reason for my being?
Dreams, ambitions, love, recognition,
Am I not meant to rejoice in these?
I try to reassert, believe in my true worth,
But the heartaches only increase, and the will weakens.
The citadel has been breached, the fragile core exposed,
Joy is evanescent, pain is the new continuum.
The flame is flickering, soon it'd be no more,
The night'll then claim me, peace thereafter.
2 comments:
Aren't we on a roll! The first one was good. The second... over-done. Not in that poem specifically, but as a theme on the whole.
The archaic twang in the first really got to me. The perfect haunting feel with the perfect personifications (I did like the personifications a lot, by the way). I am very close to acknowledging your blood-relation to me. Brava!
KS
And, trust me, I empathize with your accountancy-woes.
"leave what is mine"... that stands out the most actually. Completely at odds with the rest... so I don't really get why it's there. But it does have a nice ring to it. Honest.
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