Writing Paranoid Android

[Mitch]

[b]where you go is where you know[/b]
tracing the lace
to the angles of my heart
punctured deep
the incision's hand
rapture over me
in this no-where land.

veins, the fingers
charter on their strings
cellos tuned low.

will you beat me
beat me for show.
beat me so low.
will you play me.

the handles fit.
the instrument
you're meant to play.
make me a prodigy.

tracing the lace,
the curtains to the end.
outside the window
we pretend.

there shall never be
shall never see
will never ever bleed
such fair weather
on the fall's eve.
of the death of spring.

rebirth and resustanance
the blood anew.
the heart's axed log.
cut to a stub.
where a cold man
axes and axes [i]identidem[/i][color=red]*[/color].
the identity is woodchips.
the smell of musk in the air.

born the birth cherished to stare.
born the birth the cherished the stare.
steel hands steel.
may it clang true.
feel into me.
into you.
the heart
it punctures
through.

the blood
cocoon.
where
change
will
not
win.

the blood cocoon.
swoon.
the blood cocoon
where change will not win.

where change will not win.

take me away, young slave.
take me where you can only take me.

the words
escape
on their
odyssey
to the stars.

and fall down
to the earth
in a scar.

they will not accept it
the rocket's too dead.
but shouldered
i carry it
instead.

i dream on.
as the world goes on to murder us. . .
i dream on.
as the world kills another innocent soul. . .
i dream on.

dear lady,
what wry fingers.
i dream on.
as the world goes to jail. . .
dear lady,
look to the stares.
i deam on.
as the world breaks free. . .
and writing,
in this thing's arm,
i fall
to the ground.
and i clutch.
i dream on.
as the world heaves its bars. . .
. . .as it escapes to kill again.

dear lady,
i shall never know,
capture me.
and let me go.

there i flow.
see me there?
a star, faded,
slights the sky.
the dead cocoon
has died.

and lady,
they will not accept
the words.

but shouldered
i carry it instead.

[color=red] *[i]Identidem[/i] is Latin for "again and again."[/color]

[Mimmsicle]

[size=1][color=#800000]Poetry, Mitch. Pure poetry.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=#800000]It sent shivers down my spine and played softly in my mind.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=#800000]Again, this is slightly different from your usual style. Yet not. You still [i]write[/i] the same, but there's a [i]feeling[/i] in this poem that I've not encountered much in your previous writing.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=#800000]It's soft, almost sweet. Gentle and accommodating. The flow of the poem was a loving caress.[/color][/size]
[size=1][color=#800000]It was easy to soak up and I drank it like fine wine. Lovely.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=#800000]- Mimmi[/color][/size]

[QuincyArcher]

yeah, not a bad poem. but isnt paranoid android the title to one of Radiohead's songs off OK Computer?

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[starphish]

[QUOTE=QuincyArcher]yeah, not a bad poem. but isnt paranoid android the title to one of Radiohead's songs off OK Computer?

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Yeah, it is (an amazing album IMHO). It's also (paranoid android) from the "Hitchicker's Guide to the Galaxy" series I believe...??? Very nice work on the poem, too. I enjoyed it a great deal. =)