[Forget Me Not]

hmm… a thought comes to mind

if ignorance be bliss
than please just tell me this,
why did that chicken cross the road?

was she being chased
by savage alpacas
or was it simply to have tea
with those dear Mad Hatters?

what was on the other side
I almost cry in grief
was it to escape Mr. Fox
with his sharpened teeth?

Now I know this question is profound,
but I demand an answer
did the chicken know for why she crossed
was she a luckless chancer,
…or was she just hopelessly lost?

(I would ask the chicken, but she refuses to pass comment)

[Forget Me Not]

Chimera

[Forget Me Not]

not Sphinx, then how about… Schrodinger?

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Deus Ex Machina

I’m the oracle
my synapses plugged
into the back of a computer
ever mote of hair removed from its follicle

I see all within the cosmos
broken down to code
fate is to be decided
by a choice of zero
or of one

within my darkend room I sit,
the clockwork and circuits lit
by blinking screen and diode

my reach strecthes to eternity
trapped in my own little world.
For I know all that ever was,
is and shall be
except it is all still blurred
to me,
as my eyes smoulder in lidless
sockets

I must know the answer!
I must outshine the rest!
Just a sad lonely creature
who sold its soul
and for its pain recieved death

[Forget Me Not]

How about Sphinx?

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They are all funny as hell, I couldn’t live without them either

*wonders if FC is just gay-bashing (perhaps not the best turn of phrase)* :lol:

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yes It’s just in retrospect I keep getting pangs of doubt about them which really mucks up the creative process…

where you can see diamonds
I just see the flaws
I only notice the silence
and not the applause

I’m just too introverted
to just let it go
I am so hetic with my rhymes
that in my mind,
a fuse does blow

snap, crackle and pop
I take a wild shot
and pray to god that it hits

[Forget Me Not]

its seems to be
that of my poems
I only like one out of three

so to save me
from hassle later
maybe I should write
them using pen and paper

In fact this very poem
is only worthy for scrap.
But as I begin to delete
instead I submit
…(oh crap)

(that’s one down and two to go)

[Forget Me Not]

I told a Lie
mayhaps a while a go.
Too much time for it
to fester and grow

Today the Lie
hatched from its egg
and from its hideous form
it raised an ugly horned head

It then bellowed
and screamed
until it was noticed
its content more dire
than first it seemed.
Denial would be hopeless

It latched onto my back
and called bloody murder
its insidious attack
embedding guilt further

Its crying grew louder
its bulk grew more dense
until, tears rolling, I stated
‘I drop this pretence’

Startled the beast fell
off of my back
a shocked look on its face
as its carapace began to crack

I watched stunned
as the horror shed its form
and something beautiful emerged
as the Truth it was reborn.

[Forget Me Not]

Typhon and Echidna
parents of monsters
such as hydra,
cerberus and chimera

demons all of them
who were never angels
born already fallen
from God’s grace

Chtonic, they thought
to be as peers,
of gods, slain by
mortal hand driven
by divine reckoning

the gods were jealous
that much is said
that something Earth bound
could cause more fear
than what resides after death

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