Short ones

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Several short ones from times past. Feel free to compliment, criticize, ignore, post an essay-length analysis on (Ferrrrd), etc. Some are incomplete, rough, works-in-progress.

"King s**t"

How long must I ignore you
How long must I endure you
How long must I fight you
How long, how long, how long

Oh and I know
You got a nice car
And a nice house
And a nice girl
And a nice degree
Nice friends
Nice parents
Nice life
But you still can't tell me what happens
When you die
(At least I pause to consider)

Your words
Demean me
For not being
Who you are
But I really
Wouldn't have it
Any
Other
Way

"Misanthrope"

I can taste the acid making its way up my throat
You make me so sick
I can see right through you and your empty words
God is your little s**t pet
You wouldn't thank him for your life
If it wasn't in jeopardy
How much you must love him
You're f**king pathetic
Is he your god?
Or are you his?
Do you serve him?
Or does he serve you?
In his right mind
We would've seen you dead long before
Approximately an hour ago
When the stars aligned
And you should have f**king died

"From The Trees"

I see bodies hanging from the trees
Tired necks hold their frames in the air
A final moment frozen in time,
Cold limbs blowing in the breeze
One by one ropes tighten,
And the branches grunt
At the weight they must bare

"I Ask"

I ask
Is it better
To be selfish or a tool?
To be an elitist or a fool?
To deny everything
Or to accept anything?

What is wrong
What is right
What is neither
And what is both

Why we give up
Why we push forth
Why we breathe
And sleep
And think
And die
And stop
Is why I ask...

Is it better
To be dead or to be alive?
To give in or try to survive?
To live life without regret
Or regret living life?

"Pour Out War" (Partially rewritten from an original post in this section by implementofdeath)

Soldiers wake to a bloody horizon
They cry for armageddon
This is bloodshed, no truth to reconcile
This is battle, no innocent child's smile

Pour out war
We are the bringers of our own end
Pour out fire
We are the bringers of our own death
They will die by God's wrath
For it is ours to pour out

The skies bleed, and cannons blaze
Will every soldier gathered to fight
Fall on this day?
This fight leads no one to victory
This fight only brings misery

Pour out war
We are the bringers of our own end
Pour out fire
We are the bringers of our own death
They will die by God's wrath
For it is ours to pour out

No soldier dies an honorable death
No warrior's breath is blessed
No soldier dies an honorable death
No warrior's breath is blessed

Pour out war
We are the bringers of our end
Pour out fire
We are the bringers of our death
Tonight, god's wrath is ours to pour out
Once again

"Open Eyes" (Partially rewritten, originally posted on this section by patrick)

No longer enslaved
But not quite free

Persevere
but can't climb out of this pit
could just take shot of morphine, rest here
While they pile the dirt and I just sit

Alive
I want to be
Mountain peaks
Let me see
Tops of clouds

No longer asleep
But not quite awake

Surrender
fought so hard to discover
i could end this f**king nightmare here
maybe just might someday if i ever

Dead
I already am
Starlight reach
Let me see
Difference between you and me

"Bastard"

I must be the only one like this
Its all in my head, all in my f**king head
It makes sense in there, but not out here
Not where dogs eat like kings
And I must beg for scraps
Also known as reality
The 21st Century

What the f**k happened?
When did my mind become useless?
When did money become god?
I must've been deep in thought when you
You f**king ripped me off
Bastard

When you prey on the simple
Steal from the young
Rape the innocent
And kill whoever's left
I write it all down
So you'll never forget

I won't let you slip my mind this time
And you can't pay me to
Not this time, not this time, not this time

And when you crawl back to me
Beg for my mercy
Plead for understanding
And repent of your sin
It'll be etched in stone
So I'll never forgive

You won't slip out of my grasp this time
Not after I let you escape
The last time, the last time, the last time

Die by the blade of your own gallows

"Your Eyes" (written by a good friend of mine)

Of all the houses in the borough, my love
Yours the darkest hall, the very greenest side
I make you as a park in the middle of a crowded room
"Your eyes, your eyes, your eyes" intruded

To you the glass is raised,
the final shades of picnic baskets and past parades
And if I recall for you your glory days
Will you fall flat-out for me?

Because the city busway rivets from home to here
And this single story house is bursting out the sides
And if I could find love in the steel girders or fake plastic trees
I wouldn't want to bust outside the powerlines

This bustop picture poscard caught
your half-moon face in a silver knot
I felt graystone heavy while waiting here
Caught like a clinging vine

But this song's singing me a counterlude
Of a champagne toast in a party room
To your eyes, your eyes, your eyes

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attention whore

[Josh]

lolwut

Anywho I really liked them all, but I enjoyed "Bastard" and "Misanthrope" the most.

[Muffy]

Some are kinda cliche-ish... but not anything horrible. I liked Pour out war and Bastard.

[Ferd Berfel]

"From The Trees"

I see bodies hanging from the trees
Tired necks hold their frames in the air
A final moment frozen in time,
Cold limbs blowing in the breeze
One by one ropes tighten,
And the branches grunt
At the weight they must bare

This one stood out markedly as the best one of the bunch.

It brings to mind the song "Strange Fruit" as performed by Billie Holiday, referring to lynchings and how the trees were filled with dead bodies hanging from ropes.
It seems to have a much deeper conceit behind it, however. Perhaps something very personal?

I'd love to hear the symbolism behind it, especially if there's a significance behind the word "bare".