5 minute poetry

[Technocrack]

Not my best work, nor my longest... But it means quite a bit to me.


Foreign
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Lost in a strange land,
A place she can't call home.
Nobody around to give her a hand,
Oh, she feels so alone.

Stuck in this strange place,
She doesn't know her role.
The pain doesn't show on her face,
But it burns in her soul.

Friends and family are miles away,
Along with the one she loves.
For the time being, here she must stay,
Her fears, she must rise above.

(Chorus)
Foreign girl, in this strange land,
Take my hand, I'll help you stand.
Lead you from this misery,
I'll try my best to set you free.

Friends she has made,
She no longer walks alone,
Friends she must leave,
It has been set in stone.

As she boards the plane,
Bound for her true home,
She carries a picture of her friends,
She is no longer alone.

Friends she has made,
Friends she left behind.
Even though she couldn't stay,
She's still here, in my mind.

(Chorus)
Foreign girl, in this strange land,
Take my hand, I'll help you stand.
Lead you from this misery,
I'll try my best to set you free.

[Cloud Strife]

"2nd Tries"

They're crying, They're dying,
Tears glisten, sun shining.
Fixed frustrations
and limitations
being placed on friendships,
Words of hate pour from lips
of those who call themselves friends,
Thirsting for blood, needing revenge
for the one that did this to them,
Blaming the one from Bethlehem,
Cursing his name in the streets,
Within their hearts, shadows creep,
silently sneak into their minds,
Cloud judgement, releasing binds
that restrain the hate; it grows to new bounds,
Their hatred now is for the whole town.
Then one who lives to take all their pain,
And put it all on his shoulders again,
Lifts up his eyes, hears Heaven's cries,
With death, he gives all of them 2nd tries.

[Funka Genocide]

its 130 am
still not tired yet
I live a life so upside down
I've got to look up to see my feet

my, what nice shoes I'm wearing
and what nice pictures I see
on a screen
in front of me

I am quite backwards
I'm living a lie
but only to the world
not really to myself

so a little truth
not shocking in the least
a pictures worth a thousand words
and Krylo looks cute in drag

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[Aeria]

Time has passed, and I'm alone,
many paths my mind has roamed...
A story told, a fairy tale,
But end unclear, and hero frail...
And now I rest my head and cry,
Wish I could not say goodbye...

[Funka Genocide]

So many lands I've seen, so many faces past, and always have I found a single path.

the gun will never speak, yet it knows the truth in my words.

It knows the depths of my soul, for it is the starkest expression of my psyche.

I am the bullet, I am the target.

I am possibility made singular, I am the inevitable return...

of base divinity.




So cold it feels within a grasp unyielding as my past.

So straight its path towards things which can never be undone.

There is no turning back, as if there ever were.

Illusions are dispelled with a single fingers grip.

Death and life, pain and absolution, nothing...

here you will find nothing encompassing it all.




The entirety of a man, of myself,

manifested in an action, deadly swift.

Causality, entropy and hatred felled by hands

which still do not know the thing they hold so dearly.

For it is not my weapons breadth to save a waning soul

that power rests alone within...

my broken heart, this broken heart still mending




So clean it all becomes when held against the empty.

One point in time that speaks forever.

a shot in the dark, seen clear as day

Spinning on, and shooting through a chest so overburdened.

And leaving nothing behind, the nothing of serenity.

The everything enlightened.




I am the bullet, I am the target, I am this point in time, my voice can not be heard as it sings through eternity.





edit mcedit: hey Osterbaum! Thanks for the rep, you too BMG, I appreciate it! I'll hand some more out as soon as I can, gots ta spread that stuff round ya know!

[icythaco]

Nice job, Funka Genocide...


Jazz Sensations...

The tangy blue harmonies and sweet'n'sour dischords
Are a hot cup of java for the human soul...
The rythym beats through you like fiery hotcakes,
It burns in the mind like charred grilling-coals...

The ziz-boom-ba is never repeating,
Always different by degrees tectonic...
It scrambles the mind like eggs for a dime,
To form a souflet, served with iced Gin'n'Tonic...

The world seams to move to its own private beat,
As do colors and flavors in the mind's true eye...
And before you a vision of frozen-hot fission,
Blasts through your body, a storm-ridden sky...

As the music ends, and your buds get their coats,
You wonder to yourself what the hell just happened...
You remember feeling it, but you can't recall the feeling,
Only memories of memories, with your foot still a-tappin'...

[Cloud Strife]

Author's note: Inspired by Aerosmith's' "Don't wanna miss a thing," and Nobou Uematsu's "Eyes On Me."

Don't want to miss one smile,
Don't want to miss one kiss,
She's seen me through all these trials,
Just don't let it end like this...

Finding her hand in mine,
Her soul is slowly fading,
She will become divine,
But was the price worth paying?

Love, please don't close your eyes,
Love, please don't fall asleep,
She lays there and slowly dies,
I sit there and softly weep.

Nothing left for me to do,
The light finally gone again,
My love for her was so true,
Don't know if she'll find her friends.

I pray to the Lord above,
To guide her soul safely now,
I pray it with all my love,
Willing her soul up somehow.

Weeks spent trying to go along,
Living my life, as it were,
I stumble and just can't go on,
Clamping down on death's lure. Yeah, I know. It's angsty. ><

[Funka Genocide]

a strange new way to wander
I'm thinking to myself
my life turned out as it has
with only one way out

so what becomes of this me
if certain things were changed?
a fresh new twist on early things
and I'd be a different man

I could have been a cowboy
one of those rodeo types
with leather boots and tight blue jeans
and a huge ass belt buckle

I might have been a rich kid
a silver spoon in hand
an IB league to back me up
and a porsche when I turned sixteen

I almost was a surfer
unkempt and over tanned
at home amidst the crashing waves
and calling everybody "dude"

a gang banger's life perhaps?
so hard and very short
I'd slang a little narcotic
and bust my gat at foes

what about an intellectual?
always thinking deepest thoughts
a college and a library
never doing much

they've got their ups and their downs
but I will never know them
I don't know what the hell I am
but its easy to see what I'm not

[Lost in Time]

Here's another one, it is kinda sad, this one was dated 8/03/04 and now I just decided to post it. I hope you like it, it's one of my favorites.

Cascading...

My eyes are windows
Look into my soul
See the pain you've caused me,
but do not touch the hole.

My heart was once there,
You took it away
Now a hole grows
Each and every day

My breath is the wind
It gradually fades
Soft, lonely journey
my life cascades

My soul is a tortured bird
Suffers than it falls
Sitting in the shadow
Right as the end calls...

[Cloud Strife]

They say that the written word
Is even better when it's heard,
That voice give life to what was dead,
Brings emotions into your head.

Finding a way to light up your life,
Finding a way to show you my strife,
Finding a way to get past all the lies,
Finding a way to bring tears to your eyes.

The written word, more powerful still,
More powerful than the devil's will,
Brings a fighter down to his knees,
And into him, new life, it breathes.