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colonel_mexico

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Re: colonel_mexico's poem thread
« Reply #50 on: August 09, 2014, 06:12:19 PM »
The Enemies That Blind Us (7)

...And happening upon a bar, not far
From Rifle, Colorado, a stranger meets
A False hero. Two minds about to battle,
One weak and shallow, the other lost and hollow.
One sad rabbit hole is what follows....

An unnamed character listens to
Cedric explain unexpected terror.
"These are letters about a phone call you'd
Not like to receive.
A choice between violence
And a chance for reprieve.
We're prisoners of some ego-maniacs dream.
And I'm tearing at the seams.
These are my wrists as they bleed.
I am not the hero,
I am not the teacher,
Not here to lead people
Or shepard a flock like some preacher.
Seen the light lost in the
Gleaming eyes of a young life.
Stealing scenes from a movie I really liked
To try and give clarity to those with muddled sight.
Not blind, just lost in a myriad of
Dark and bright light.
What is right to love or kill?
To kill to protect against foreign evil?
To love so much you willing to sacrifice
Your own people?
The world is lost and I'm the last
Person to be leading a crusade.
I'm not the first to use a false charade
For entertainment philosophical propaganda parade.
Sure, we'll take on the world and dominate.
Let the lambs search for a river that slakes
The blood thirst. Peace to rebellion and it will all
Be violently pleasant and sinfully decadent.
As we overthrow conservative sacred traditional
Forgotten mythology. Its ideology
That got us here in the first place, its the failure
You've found in this place, nobody welcome to nowhere."
"What do you want me to do draw you a picture?! Spell it out?! Don't ever ask me, as long as you live don't ever ask me more!"

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Re: colonel_mexico's poem thread
« Reply #51 on: August 10, 2014, 08:47:47 AM »
Lost Angelic Faces (8 )

...A hero in barwench garb
Seizing a quiet moment to speak
To Ced in a torrent of calming
Gestures and liquid medicine....

"On the bubble again," she whispers.
She spoke with an unwavering tremor,
More like a tremble that gave way to clamor.
Tumble of words muddles in a mixture
Of drunken passings.
"Passing the pleasure is the terror
You'd like to forget.
We chose the site of where you'd
Rest forever.
You needed to see it again,
The nightmare revealed as prophecy.
As the power of vampires and unknowns
Becomes the status quo.
You only know that evil comes
In square packages,
And nothing ages like the devil
And his dancers."
As the blue lines gain precedence
He takes his throne with confidence.
She steals from the scene to create
Perfect dissidence
Amongst the court's residents.

Now face to face the unnamed lowers his eyes
And steps back half a pace, almost
Bowing, almost kneeling-such a strange
Feeling it was to be in the place of all places.
At least in his mind the bar
Was far from the dingy place
Ced chose to till his own grave.
This is where he's supposed to be saved.
Strange faces staring at the stranger's false
Grimace turning to despair and the ocular
Fire now broken beyond repair.
"What do you want me to do draw you a picture?! Spell it out?! Don't ever ask me, as long as you live don't ever ask me more!"

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Re: colonel_mexico's poem thread
« Reply #52 on: August 10, 2014, 10:06:01 AM »
Rifle!

My little town of repose, during a long road trip.




A choice between violence
And a chance for reprieve.
We're prisoners of some ego-maniacs dream.
And I'm tearing at the seams.

The world is lost and I'm the last
Person to be leading a crusade.
I'm not the first to use a false charade
For entertainment philosophical propaganda parade.

Tumble of words muddles in a mixture

And nothing ages like the devil
And his dancers.

Strange faces staring at the stranger's false
Grimace turning to despair and the ocular
Fire now broken beyond repair



Such great phrases. This poem is meant to be heard, aloud.






"Inside you there's a strength that lies."

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Re: colonel_mexico's poem thread
« Reply #53 on: August 11, 2014, 08:45:12 AM »
Thanks for reading and the comments Sandy I appreciate it. 
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Re: colonel_mexico's poem thread
« Reply #54 on: August 11, 2014, 08:45:54 AM »
Rage Against Personal Demons (9)

So the unnamed made a mistake
And took a chance with an old cassette tape,
"Its a fools fable to believe
I wouldn't take you there.
Would I lie to you?
Doesn't it seem like your here?
Never fear, Ced is true, Ced is you...."
-Alpha Centauri, Song 6, Album 6, Titled 5 Almost Evil...
Such a song raises unholy spirits amidst
A false hero's vanity,
"This is about a song? Some
Show long forgotten in my mind
That you keep alive in vain
Plights to aspire to my height.
You can't seem my sights
Without my eyes-your blind
To plain realities hidden in sight.
I should laugh at your blight,
And revel in the thought that
My word has become gospel
To the faithful that follow.
Its sad to see a fan so hollow-
And its my practical hand that
Must release the light."
Ced stepped with a sigh and a
Touch on the shoulder and asked
Him to get up. And with silent
Wondering eyes his mind shifted into
Ghost Bach-Turner Overdrive, with
Pedal to the metal of the artificially
Implanted artery that pushed his heart
To some dangerous frenzy that the singer
Remembered with such violent memory
He acted in reality!
A smack to the face followed by
A thousand fist kisses and foot kicks.
He spoke his philosophy without any rock show tricks.
This had always been his stage and he
Approached it with all his own personal rage.
"For finding me this is what you get!"
-Ced Opening Track 2nd Album OutHotelIn
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Re: colonel_mexico's poem thread
« Reply #55 on: August 11, 2014, 10:52:14 PM »
Return to Quagmire (10)

Raking the wrist with a half broken fist
I don't remember it feeling quite like this.
The nestor who loved to roost is fighting
With wing and tooth drawing blood on
Every move. Sanguine lies expulsed
On every truth I tried to lay at its feet
And now its trying to eat me.
Isn't this spire for only the worthy?
Isn't my presence a recognition of something extraordinary?
Is my destruction really necessary, when we can share this territory?
A bird of prey and its howl of frenetic violence
Is nature's way of replaying the first angel's malevolence.
Suddenly I'm falling the mountain song is rapid
And now space is sucking me into its vapid mouth
From which not even light can escape and will void
My existence on earth for all eternity.
Such a calamity it is to me that everything
I've done will not greatly be remembered as anything
But a madman's last chance at
False redemption. Please let me feel the ground and soil,
Let the worms eat this shell and
Turn me into oil, please release this mortal coil.

Epilogue

....And isn't always a sad tale of woe
About some Juliet and her Romeo?
Or just some average joe
That becomes a millionaire Fausto who
Finds out the other side really isn't grand
Just more money at hand and a thousand
More lies to fake and faces to take.
I suppose all these stories are the same.
I'd envy the unnamed, if I only could be insane,
Or at lease fake it all the way
To my cross with fate.
Let is bear me where it may,
Just let everyone remember
That it was great.....

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Re: colonel_mexico's poem thread
« Reply #56 on: August 12, 2014, 08:06:43 AM »
This brought it all home, showing Ced's and the unnamed man's perspectives and the emptiness of both.

Without my eyes-your blind
To plain realities hidden in sight.
I should laugh at your blight,
And revel in the thought that
My word has become gospel
To the faithful that follow.



I'm not sure if I was supposed to, but both of these lines made me smile. :)

And with silent
Wondering eyes his mind shifted into
Ghost Bach-Turner Overdrive


A thousand fist kisses


On the other hand, this line and the ones that followed were very somber.

Isn't my presence a recognition of something extraordinary?
Is my destruction really necessary, when we can share this territory?


What if there really was something in Ced's words that held real discovery and the unnamed man was onto something immense? His quest meets with devastation and Ced, who may have at one point been on the verge of understanding truths, has lost it all.



That song! Which came first? If it was the song, then it was a perfect jumping off point to build the story from and if it was the poem, what a moment it must have been, when you heard the song for the first time and realized it was your story!


Thanks for sharing your poem Col. You have a real gift.
"Inside you there's a strength that lies."

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Re: colonel_mexico's poem thread
« Reply #57 on: August 12, 2014, 09:43:16 PM »
The song came after and it really fit the theme of what was written.  Yeah Ced and the unnamed end up in the same place and what could have been an interesting friendship didn't or maybe it ended the only way a crazed fan meeting his idol can end, I'm not sure what I was endeavoring lol.  Thank you so much Sandy for reading and the comments, I'm very grateful. 
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Re: colonel_mexico's poem thread
« Reply #58 on: August 12, 2014, 11:43:34 PM »
 :)

My pleasure. Hope you share more!
"Inside you there's a strength that lies."