malfunkshun
Bluelighter
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- Nov 4, 2003
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I know some people are going to call bullshit, so be it. Anyway, years ago a friend and I were playing with a Ouija board and we received these poems from it. It's the truth, you can believe or not. I still have the originals written on paper. To this day I am still amazed, confounded, flabbergasted and a little frightened by the whole thing.
Silent Repose
Thrashing darkness exceeds my slumber
Dreams taint my rude vision
Demons with their silver treasure
Fixate my vulnerable temptation
In the forgotten forest resides my blanketed body
Created from the marshes of Winser,
The lonesome Valiant had a mystical quest
To resume the demons treasure
Fire topples from the hideous smokey sky
I feel the cinders at my feet
The striking of the bare Valiants feet
Sends the flames asunder
Silver is near.
Demons devious tricks befall the forgotten forest
I hid behind my creed
Coming closer
Mighty clashing of the tyrants sends the Valiant
To man his arms
The silver shines like none other.
Valiants eyes fade to blind masses
Demons laughter shrieks spells through the
Dense foliage
Tyrants fiend over 'till the break of the moon
The banton wanes
His sturdy sword strikes the demons wit
To plunder their souls
He musters to find the shining silver...
Blind.
Valiant hears the rustle of cinders beneath
My feet
Demons cease into their graves
Shouting triumphant vengeance the Valiant
Takes his stride for the wealth of the night
With his bow he strikes the moon with the
Silver
Once again the moon is full
Then he seizes my loathsome self saying
"You shall guard the silver with your life"
He advances me through the stars to our
New Moon
I am called Man in the Moon
The guard of silver.
Restless Consumption
My actions deceive the plausable
mourning that vacates the soul
to deception.
Turmoil tides true visions within
my kindred emotion.
Forgiving what knocks on my anger
leads to quarrying lude disruptions.
Tending for curious lost ponderers
smites the pain to fade to gray
matter.
Only to reappear.
Fists pound at the disarming exhaustion
within.
Peace is no longer in town.
Confusion and ignorance reside in my
territory.
Rest, mongers. For playing tedious
mind games is time consuming.
Delving into sorrow can ban the
soul forever.
Andrew
Fleeting birds of mischief tie the intangible
skies from night.
Underneath a willow lies a man who
seeks a fathom folklore.
Bonds guide the tale through time...
A time that reaps what it sows,
and a bond to pass beyond many deaths.
Death that even shows in the face of
God.
Silent Repose
Thrashing darkness exceeds my slumber
Dreams taint my rude vision
Demons with their silver treasure
Fixate my vulnerable temptation
In the forgotten forest resides my blanketed body
Created from the marshes of Winser,
The lonesome Valiant had a mystical quest
To resume the demons treasure
Fire topples from the hideous smokey sky
I feel the cinders at my feet
The striking of the bare Valiants feet
Sends the flames asunder
Silver is near.
Demons devious tricks befall the forgotten forest
I hid behind my creed
Coming closer
Mighty clashing of the tyrants sends the Valiant
To man his arms
The silver shines like none other.
Valiants eyes fade to blind masses
Demons laughter shrieks spells through the
Dense foliage
Tyrants fiend over 'till the break of the moon
The banton wanes
His sturdy sword strikes the demons wit
To plunder their souls
He musters to find the shining silver...
Blind.
Valiant hears the rustle of cinders beneath
My feet
Demons cease into their graves
Shouting triumphant vengeance the Valiant
Takes his stride for the wealth of the night
With his bow he strikes the moon with the
Silver
Once again the moon is full
Then he seizes my loathsome self saying
"You shall guard the silver with your life"
He advances me through the stars to our
New Moon
I am called Man in the Moon
The guard of silver.
Restless Consumption
My actions deceive the plausable
mourning that vacates the soul
to deception.
Turmoil tides true visions within
my kindred emotion.
Forgiving what knocks on my anger
leads to quarrying lude disruptions.
Tending for curious lost ponderers
smites the pain to fade to gray
matter.
Only to reappear.
Fists pound at the disarming exhaustion
within.
Peace is no longer in town.
Confusion and ignorance reside in my
territory.
Rest, mongers. For playing tedious
mind games is time consuming.
Delving into sorrow can ban the
soul forever.
Andrew
Fleeting birds of mischief tie the intangible
skies from night.
Underneath a willow lies a man who
seeks a fathom folklore.
Bonds guide the tale through time...
A time that reaps what it sows,
and a bond to pass beyond many deaths.
Death that even shows in the face of
God.
