The Emerald City


A Man of Wealth and Taste

Posted in poetry,rants,society by Scaramouche on 29 September, 2008

I am the lowest common denominator, which sounds like a superhero name if you try. I am the dark and most perverted midnight in a crowded nightclub where all the men who should know better leer at girls too young to care and both are left feeling slightly and inexplicably betrayed. I am the sleepless night and the wasted day, and I will come for you when you are too afraid to watch out in front of you. I am the hastily written note of farewell while a taxi waits outside to take us somewhere free. I am the grown-up rebel, with a mortgage and three kids in school and a leather jacket gathering moths in the skeleton-crowded closet. I am the faked smile in the family photo, the same dull anecdote, the drink and the smoke every night that’s gonna kill you one of these days. Then again, won’t everything? Only if you let it, I suppose. I am the laughter at a stranger’s misfortune, the endless ridicule, the backstabbing.

Pleased to meet you — won’t you guess my name?

HE. WROTE. ME. A. *SONG*.

Posted in happiness,love,lyrics,music,poetry,pure unbridled JOY,relationships by Scaramouche on 21 June, 2008

I wanted for so long to write you a song
To capture in the notes and words exactly how I feel.
But any words I try to choose were only words.
And the love we have, no lyrics could reveal

You’re the lyrics to my song;
My melody
You’re all the words that you can sing for me
A single phrase of yours reflects the beauty in your eyes
Effortlessly
My poetry

To tell you how I love, explain it right to you
I stumble and I falter and I don’t know what to say
But my love, you explain it all so perfectly
The eloquence takes all my words away

You’re the lyrics to my song;
My melody
You’re all the words that you can sing for me
A single phrase of yours reflects the beauty in your eyes
Effortlessly
My poetry

And once again you say
What I was trying to convey
In a far more elegant way

You’re the lyrics to my song;
My melody
You’re all the words that you can sing for me
A single phrase of yours reflects the beauty in your eyes
Effortlessly
My poetry

I wanted for so long to write you a song
And now how much I love you, you have seen.
And though the words may not quite do you justice,
I know you know exactly what I mean

I wrote a few acrostic poems.

Posted in poetry,random by Scaramouche on 5 August, 2007

1.
V
ictorious men of war.
In dragonships they sail the seas.
Kings among men.
Ice and snow is no menace to these titans.
Norse warriors – strong, mighty.
Glory awaits them in the halls of Valhalla.
Sing songs of the gods and rejoice, ye warriors.

2.
Sing with the pipes, my dear,
Calling over the hills.
Over the deep purple heather,
Touching the mist on the water.
Loch Lomond shines in the sunrise,
As gentle mist rolls o’er the waves.
Now I know this place is my homeland;
Dear Scotland, forever, my home.

3.
How did I love you?
Every piece of me was yours.
And when I fell, you were there to lift me.
Remains of my shattered soul are scattered
Through the years.
But why did you leave me?
Remnants of our love, vanished.
Empty life without you.
An eternity spent alone, loving only you.
Kindness I thought you possessed… false. You lied.

4.
Majesty and beauty possesses me.
Under the eyes of the muses, so you shine.
Singing in a voice like bells.
In a dream of glory.
Can you teach me your secrets?

5.
Fighting for my rights.
Royalty betrays me.
Equality between races.
Evil overlords… overthrown.
Dreams become reality.
Only one path to glory.
Marching into war.

6.
Manufactured music
Art becoming just another sale.
In the path of corporations
No one is safe.
Streets filled with mind games.
Thoughts controlled, policed.
Rats in a cage
Experimented upon.
After the world ends
M
aybe it will be better.