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Vindictive Thoughts.Vindictive Thoughts.

Evil, is knowing better

But purposely doing worse.

Toying with love by the tether

And laughing when it hurts.

Prevailing by any measure

With no intention to reimburse.

Flaunting stolen fabricated treasures

Gaining what you never truly deserved.

To live a life of complete leisure

And never keeping to your words.

Manipulating and applying pressure

Be

Necessary StrifeSmash the windows,
Lock the doors,
Steal away in the basement,
And lose yourself in the madness.

Order is corruption,
Chaos is purity,
Follow me, follow me,
I'll bring you totality.

Twisty topsy turny corridors,
Black hallways and bloody boots,
Down we go, into chaos, into purity,
Leave your old life behind!

Under the Watchful Eye,
Wander alone in darkness,
Become one with insanity,
And enjoy your liberation.

Trials are required,
Sell your soul and pay the fucking toll,
Fame is a side effect,
Hell is your reward.

Was it all worth it?
Are you happy now?
Have I satisfied you,
My lovely doll?

RevisionBeauty comes
three times over.
Once from the soul,
second from the heart,
third from the mind,
and this we call revision.

Place of Not-MeClosed behind my sight
Wrapped inside my very thoughts
I become all I can sense
And I sense all that is

I am the acrylic rain
That restlessly stands still
That shatters me to pieces
Into dust and stars far gone

All's realised through me
Existence cheated by impossibility
Its plastic darkness spreads
And fills my conscious awareness

And veins so cold and slow
Bleed in this place of not-me
I stay but cannot remain
My comprehension overloaded
My mind stretched to infinity

I can be no more

The Remnant ShellTurquoise and green with a tinge of brown
Beneath subtle, sculpted ripples
Like plants laying to rest on the sand,
Swaying passively as I run my fingers through the water,
Carving little blue waves over them.
Colours and ripples shaped into a gentle swirl,
A remnant of a past life.

The Willow BranchThe tiny willow branch
Bending in the wind
Gives to take the giver's hand
Breaking with the sudden oaken stand
The tiny willow branch
Bends to the giver's hand
How to strength we measure thus
The harden smite a losing fight
Whereas the tiny willow branch
Bending to the wind
Gives to take the giver's hand

Sweet SmellsSweet smells of pine trees,
Comforting roughness of bark,
Hold me tenderly.

Sweet smells of nectar,
Cool raindrops against my tongue,
Calm embraces me.

Addicted to HeroinesHe was addicted to heroines:
those golden queens from screens of silver
that lined his shelves in plastic boxes
showcasing their greatest deeds;
and painted whores,
those sirens and saviors,
who stood half naked on shady streets.

They were steel wrapped in petals,
and petals draped in lace,
in their arms lay warmth,
in their hearts lay escape.

He prayed for strong women
that were not so far,
devastatingly far out of reach.
Though still small,
and grateful,
he would shun the sun
and bask in their blessed shadows.

He prayed for someone to stay
whom he could not,
would not,
use up,

not again,
not again.

He vowed not to

Living a Lie.Living a Lie.

You say things you don't mean when you're angry.
You call me a waste of space and that you can't stand me.

When the dust settles you say you don't mean it.
You say I should know better than to believe it.

As usual I foolishly upkeep your illusive hold on me.
I allow you to mute my thoughts and take control of me.

You promise and reassure me that it will never happen again.
That this is the last time and you will put it all to an end.

But I know promises only comfort fools,
Who readily allow others to pull the wool

Over our eyes because it is easier to swallow the lies.
Can it be a mistake if it happens more than tw

EphemeralIn shallow realms of forgotten names
I stand alone in awe and, as I die,
A flicker of old, shattered dreams now lie
In front of my invisible remains.

And as I try to see what they had been,
To read their name and all their sweet despair,
In isolation I lose all the air,
While broken letters slowly can be seen.

But what they say is what I mostly fear,
The truth of all my life and of my name.
They tell that I am nothing and I came
Merely to die and now my end is near.

So I renounce to all that I have had,
My name, my mind and all my foolish dreams,
And, as now nothing have I left, it seems
That I am thoroughly and truly dead.

A Challenge to ThanatosYou hear the sneers beneath your laughter,
Like quivering arrows shot in the air.
Your own voice taunts and mocks you,
The living mirror of a lie’s contraire.

Making up excuses just to remain calm,
Soon out of things to make you feel numb.
Go on and hide the scars in the sun,
Your acting skills are second to none.

Every day’s fear swallows you up whole,
Giving birth to yet more doubt in your soul.
As each time is spent with a life on the edge,
You see yourself simply waiting for death.

Constantly at present with tales of the past,
You’re idly staring while others prance.
Where is that heart you wear on your sleeve?
Emotio

Shock WavesFaces scream of silent pain
Bodies twisted by desires
In castles we build relentlessly
Feelings are forever hidden

Steel and concrete replaced
Pure living and survival
In glass towers beasts indulging
On their unborn children

Let the shock waves come
And pulse through all repulsive
Let them break our brains
And return us to nothing

Gold that serves no purpose
Made-up money with no value
Grins are painted on the walls
Where nobody is laughing

Willingly we blind ourselves
Willingly we chain our bodies
Take the pills they give you
Take sterilised happiness

Let the shock waves come
And burn us 'till we're black
Let the citie

Chronos is CruelHe sits patiently, upon gilded throne
Defying withering and aging of bone
On surface, all appears calm and steady
Unchanging as stone, forever ready
Appearing as an eccentric sage
Time holds no meaning for the cryptic mage

Beneath, his mind, fractured by time
Is a final haven, his sole lair
He can sleep, he can eat, he can talk, he can blink
But most dangerous of all, he can think
Think, for lack of a better word
His thoughts float free, unhindered but blurred

He gazes ironically
At the shifting world
Peering jealously
At what destiny unfurled
His eyes, long gone
Stare at naught but time
He watches churlishly, blasé and

MemoriaA battle they don’t see
The war of memory
The struggle to suppress
These seconds of duress

Along with these moments
Longing for lost enchantments
Wishing to forget
To get lost in the net

Then this tale could fade
Slip into a dark shade
Giving us another chance
Another try at our dance

If memory was merciful
We would simply forget
And if time was remorseful
Regret and hope could offset

We could get lost in the glory
We could live another story
Without painful memory
Connecting you to me

Just One MoreIt's always just a little bit,
Just a little bit more
But deep down you know the score
Because there'll always be
Just one more.

Tell yourself whatever you want
Whatever you wanna hear
But deep down you'll always fear
That dangerous idea of
Just one more.

Lie to everyone 'til they see
'Til they see you for you
But deep down they'll never see through
'Cause there's that precious
Just one more.

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The Space of MeWhere all sounds are off
In a silent sea
I float deliberately
In the space of me

Where my thoughts are
Blocked behind a wall
A transparent veil
Makes me feel so small

It makes me sense the
Things I cannot find
It makes me realize
My own conscious mind

In the ocean of warmth
Which chills to the bones
My body is the waves
My head is heavy stones

A slight blood-rush
Now doesn't hurt at all
Outside the gravitation
I jump and I crawl

Till I swallow all water
But let part of it stay
Clouds are filled with blood
And flowers turned to gray

041554Consumed by the society
And your blinded dreams
You cannot hear the voices
Your own desperate screams

We're surrounded by
Yellow stinking glitter
People drank your blood
Each and every litter

Every morning they
Sniff hate from a mirror
Every day they look
And you shrink to zero

They steal your
Soul right on a street
And you feel so
Small and incomplete

Speak the words now
Of freedom and just fly
The world is empty
If you dare to try

Delete what the eyes see
And forget what you hear
Forget grass and dust
And all the real will tear

Empty landscape and
A pair of leather wings
Dancing with the wind
There are no other

24082008Empower my brain
Enlighten my sight
Let the moon die
In this damned night

Let its red light
Melt the dark clouds
Let butterflies sleep
Bring forth the hounds

With their sharp teeth
With blood they are tiled
They ate our dead and
Gave birth to a child

To a hungry Lucifer
To the beast in us
Eyes filled with anger
Shell made of glass

Let all dreams come true
Let fall down our crowns
Let our skin shatter
To implant new spawns

In atoms of the real
And make new people sprout
With faces of steal
And mouth crying loud

Than the earth will crack
And hot lava will rain
From the beast itself
From each buried brain

UnfinishedShe consumed me
And I can’t do anything
The whole world
All and everything

Got burnt like weed
Make me rest for now
And bring down the speed
Of my dying time

Preserve all what's mine
And let me breathe again
Let me feel the wind
And dance in the rain

I used to wonder in a
World where nothing’s clear
I cannot go there now
Because of the fear

Of losing her touch
Of tearing her apart
But now I am just screaming
And now I find it hard

To wake up in the morning
To smile for a new day
I want her to run
I want her to stay

16-07-08I take the smoke but
The feel of emptiness stays
I grip my hands tightly
But cannot feel my veins

Cannot feel my hearth
Touching swollen chest
When the fallen spirits come
To stab me and infest

To slow down my blood
To cover me with tears
I can hear them crying
From all different spheres

And as if I was alive
My brain gives off signals
But I'm lying down and
Dark blue are my fingers

On my cold skin grow
Weeds and silver moss
And I'm in a soothing
Indefinite pause

Flashes across the skyFlashes across the sky
Hidden by yellow clouds
In between them growing
Twisting hungry sprouts

The poison they are
Spreading all around
Makes me forget myself,
The air and the ground

Under the red sun
I can see the real
I cannot think
I cannot feel

I live in the time
In between the moments
And I can't bear
The exciting torments

Of fullness of a while
When it fills my senses
In my head I can hear
All its frequencies

And I'll never be full
As my skin can't touch
The real just passes by
And I silently watch

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by ~Elendurwen, Jan 10, 2013, 9:56:47 AM
Literature / Poetry / Transgressive / Free Verse

Plastic society
Isolated streams of consciousness
Reusable
Creations that do not matter

Decentralised stupidity
With no root and no solution
A collective interface
To what was once real

Realise
Your place in the world
Realise
The fakeness of your existence

Cardboard cups
And informational storms
Cheap and disposable
Pieces of benevolent beings

Wired towers
Electric temples of the blind
Burn out eyes
Of exposed conformist souls

Realise
Your place in the world
Realise
The fakeness of your existence

Contagious
Assimilated self destruction
Antidote
Buried by acquired wishes

Plastic society
Its mindless billions of brains
Plugged into
A crafted mass reality

Mass Realityby ~Elendurwen

Literature / Poetry / Transgressive / Free Verse

This poem has been accumulating in me for some time and I've finally been able to put it together. It is about the western society we created - the society of the mass man, where conformism rules the behaviour. Where we wrap ourselves in fancy names and products, as if creating an interface, a layer between ourselves and the real world.

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~doolhoofd Feb 1, 2013

I posted this on the psychedelic.be forum.

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Oh yeah, and

~Elendurwen Feb 2, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Sorry but I don't read belgian or what it is..

~doolhoofd Feb 2, 2013

Scoll down. Your poem is on the bottom of the page.

~Elendurwen Feb 3, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Ah, thanks

~doolhoofd Jan 29, 2013

[link] Baudrillard - Simulacra & Simulations

Representation starts from the principle that the sign and the real are equivalent (even if this equivalence is Utopian, it is a fundamental axiom). Conversely, simulation starts from the Utopia of this principle of equivalence, from the radical negation of the sign as value, from the sign as reversion and death sentence of every reference. Whereas representation tries to absorb simulation by interpreting it as false representation, simulation envelops the whole edifice of representation as itself a simulacrum.
These would be the successive phases of the image:
1. It is the reflection of a basic reality.
2. It masks and perverts a basic reality.
3. It masks the absence of a basic reality.
4. It bears no relation to any reality whatever: it is its own pure simulacrum.

~Elendurwen Jan 30, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Not sure I understand what this is about and what 'sign' we are talking about and how it relates to the poem

But the school you linked to looks beautiful, do you go there?

~doolhoofd Jan 30, 2013

No, I don't go there.
I had to read that piece 4 times before I understood it. This is the core of Baudrillard's classic simulation theory. A simulacrum is something totally unreal, totally fake. It also also appeared as a hollow book in the first Matrix movie. It is, of course, about simulation, about fake plastic unreality. Everything you talk about in your poem.

~Elendurwen Jan 31, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

I see, thanks for the explanation

~dogyjoe Jan 12, 2013 Writer

Well, very well written if I must say, bit I think that this idea/theory is not on in the western society but in the whole world, because we humans realized that if we create, craft and build a reality, than the Real reality will disappear after two-three generation, and so it did. I am not a person of past, nor future, but a person of present, but if you look behind you, you will see a quite balanced and happy life, and if you look in front of you, now that is the real mystery, should we destroy our children's future? or should we destroy our beloved Mother Earth?

These are only two question out of many, and also out of a few minds. It is a shame that we changed, isn't it?

Please forgive me, I went a little ahead of myself, but your poem brought it out of me

I hope I didn't wrote anything offensive towards you. If yes, than my apologies. I wish you Love and Light. Namaste!

ps: Quite amazing poems you have now days, keep it up.

~Elendurwen Jan 13, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Yes, you are perhaps right, I just didn't want to comment on other societies that Western as I never lived in them. I however think that western countries and perhaps Japan and Hong Kong brought capitalism to its strongest form so far - decentralised market where nobody knows what's what anymore. Don't get me wrong, decentralisation can be useful but not if it facilitate ignorance to everything but your own problems.

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