O'Lustre! How you babble; as sweet as swiftest brook.
Arousing with your love-song; those thrills of dark unknown.
Cavorting like a feather; who dances with lady luck.
Conversing with great vigour; in deep yet, ghastly tone.
Creating sultry women; who skip and leap around.
Conserving virtues pillar; with lazy, dumb baboons.
Controlling the thralls hammer; which smashes on the ground.
Castrating without notice; spirits who praise the moons.
O'Lustre how we love thee and could not do without.
I fear that without ye', I'd live my life in doubt.
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Friday, 22 March 2013
Saturday, 23 February 2013
Mesmer's Mist: The Electric Odyssey
The Mesmer's Mist is actually part of a song I decided to write the other day after being inspired by Alexander Pope's form of mock epic poetry. I'm hoping to write a whole album using this form of mock epic set in modern times which will be called the 'The Electric Odyssey'. I thought it would be interesting just post my attempt at using heroic couplets and to see how people respond to it.
A quick last note is that this song is incomplete and will have much more to it yet and I expect to rewrite it about 100 times yet!
Once,
there was a child born
Into a violent
broken home.
Lazarus, was this
heroes name
And he would rise,
to epic, uncharted fame.
Even if, the voices
in the street
Kicked him about like
a piece of meat:
His sword of words
would arise
And make the thugs
howl in cries,
“Lazarus, you fool
don’t you see
The pointless
nature of your folly.
You’re weak and no-one
cares for you,
Why don’t you accept
it as true”?
As Lazarus’ tears
stained the grass
The thugs they
began to amass:
Flexing their legs
and readying their fists,
Lazarus prayed for
mesmer’s mist
To descended and
save him from certain doom.
Which as the
seconds passed seemed to loom,
And propel him
towards a gritty fate,
But then a light;
not to late,
Beamed down from
heavens and his prayer,
To release poor
Lazarus from his nightmare.
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