It's a vile thing
Drenched in pain
A crusted vain
Whoever said it could be free?
Lied.
On it's scrawny legs
It's corkscrew eyes
A stomach full of flies
Conservation by the mass?
(An abomination)
Lied.
In the making of mange
It's cackles derange
The whips and chains
A heart filled baker?
Lied
With it's arms in vain
A playful thing
Morally insane
Tried to guess this creatures name?
Lied
It's a dreadful thing
A horrid feeling
Right before the end
Let lovers love and lose a loss
For tidings of a lust-filled game.
Fame
This is interesting, pessimistic prose, and it almost seems like it will fit the bill of a punk / metal theme. I am unsure as to if your emphasis about 'lied' and 'fame' are really the underlying subjects of the poem. Please do explain.
Offtopic but, I noticed you joined to play RPGs, however, with your posting rate you will not reach there, you may want to pick up the pace. If you have questions you may wish to ask them in your intro thread. |
For starters, I'm posting the old things I have, that I recently find and such up, until the new- So I myself can't pretend to acknowledge the feeling behind the words.
Lied was figuratively used, as in the thing was suppose to be a creature, but in terms yielding the fact that it's a feeling, so on- The information's lying, or basing someone to believe that it's a creature instead of a feeling, throughout the poem there's bits and pieces that can be used figuratively, standing on it's own legs, bah- it's for the public to really hit with assumptions and such.
And Fame is something we can all relate too, Fame is perceived through your own opinion, the things you see, I'm guessing, whatever you reflect the feeling of fame on. Fame has it's downside though, and not many people realize that.
But here's something else to presume, the things stated can be accepted as a liking, I myself seem to like the things that are socially ugly, more so then beautiful, And fame can correspond with something being great, Lied again in this sense is stressed to deny a feeling instead of a being. But really, it's in your opinion and how it reflects to yourself, as too what the two words should mean.
I can constantly relate with it, would you not agree that at times people can press their emotions and they way you should act too far, when your giving a poking finger and someone tells you that you've done something wrong, it's not necessarily because you are, in fact wrong, it's because your socially wrong- at the place and current ideals of that land. So on, as an artistic bystander I hate being told the things I think are beautiful are ugly, and so on- as I've said earlier I enjoy the things that seem to be, socially ugly (and this happens to be of the constant). I can't blame people for their accusations though, it's their opinion, and mine happens to differ.
I can't argue that I probably vented writing this, and as I'm sure the feeling behind this was something I'd probably related to, back then, too- I just haven't read it forever and couldn't pretend to know.
Edited: MaliceGrover on 15th Jan, 2006 - 11:23pm