E5I5O

Tied to a Stake and a Burning Fate

They tied and bound me to a stake and let the flames decide my fate
I stood before an angry court and thus became a hated man
Judgments made on mere assumption seemed to set off an eruption
Which ignited all the fires of the torches in their hands

I always prayed unto the light and always knew my wrong from right
But someone said they saw me congregating with the dead
I told them all, "It isn't true, and thee almighty will damn you"
"No, my poor, deluded child, it's your wicked god we dread"

In the streets the torches blazed, their eyes aflame as hell was raised
The flames drew ever closer as I drew in my last breath
The flames grew ever stronger and I wouldn't last much longer
So I laid down all resistance and gave in to certain death

I sweltered through that raging night, which took away my will to fight
Then all that stood before me disappeared without a trace
All around me had gone silent and in turn so ceased the violence
In the darkness lurked the presence of a man I could not place

The madmen vanished from my view and all they had condemned me to
Would disappear before me as the chaos seemed to flee
I stood atop that lonely hill with nothing to do but stand still
And wait within the darkness for the man to talk to me

In the darkness, there he stood, in a cloak and pointed hood
Though we'd never met before, I'd known him all too well
The flames rose in the distance and I knew then in an instant
This was not the throne of heaven, for these were the gates of hell

I tried for a while to put some music to this poem but it's kind of tough. I feel it's fun to read but repetitive to sing.

Black Francis

You done died and went to hell.

Great poem, i look forward to seeing more of your stuff and i advice you to start a poetry journal. i find having a collection of your poems in a single thread is better than making a thread for each one.

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E5I5O

honestly, dude, I'm none too bright, I'm not being sarcastic, I'm just pretty stupid, how do I go about that? A poetry journal would be pretty cool...

Black Francis

Nonsense, this poem was good you must be a little smart.

2 ways, you can either start a poetry journal in this section or in the actual journal section of MB but posts there have to be approved by mods.

All you have to do is explain in the opening post of the thread you make that is your poetry journal and that's about it. if you do it here in this section don't call it a journal though, call it a collection of your work or something like that.

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Chula Vista

Ya, really good stuff.

Try de-tuning your guitar to drop D. Maybe that vibe will make creating a song with it easier.

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and think this to be normal is obviously some indication of how skewed our perspective tends to be.”

E5I5O

Thank you guys, Ii think I might actually have a grasp of this to some extent.. and tuning the D down? That kinda of reminds me of the way System of a Down has their guitars tuned... which, of course, is a pretty innovative idea.. here are some more lyrics I have. I actually have music to these lyrics, but I'll have to wait til I get to fifteen posts before I can post that vid, but until then here are the lyrics:

Mountain

There is a mountain we all must ascend
The path we choose will determine our end
We scale it's sheer walls to see the unseen
We want to see what our chosen path brings

The mountain tapers far steeper for some
It towers lofty and will yield for none

There is a mountain we all have to climb
Rising above us far into the sky
It's peak is shrouded for clouds loom so low
All you can see is the ground far below

Losing their grasp some will fall down below
Some won't climb further and some just let go

The paths we travel are cluttered with those
Whose only wish is to veer us off course
And yet they wonder why all hope is lost
But they don't see all the damage they cause

There is a mountain, it's peak leads the way
Others will follow the paths that we laid

Machine

Hey these are actually really good.

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listen to me stroke my delay pedal

ever wanted to hear death grips songs... but they're acoustic? me neither.

E5I5O

thanks Machine, I appreciate the compliment

Key

Not sure about everyone else but I don't see how this is poetry. They seem more like cliche song lyrics.

grindy

Aren't song lyrics just poetry set to music?

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