...thoughts of views afar.

[BeanCasserole]

Over the next while I'm gonna enter a few poems I wrote years ago while doing a spot of travelling. Some of them I think are cool but others are just down right bollocks and embarrasing (see if you can point out the ones written by the drunken idiot).

Anyway here goes - let me know what you think - you'll be able to spot some themes and borrowed (for inspiration) from other artists.

Of thoughts & dreams & images that pass
contained within they'll last & last
As endless as the stars at night
are poems and dreams - the mind's own light
From here I begin to write some down
stored here in ink - they'll never drown
Many has passed, the thoughtful line
lost in thought of another time
So here to stay are these few words
... thoughts, dreams & images - as yet unheard.

[BeanCasserole]

This one's called 'The Passage' - wrote it while sitting on the ferry from Dover to Calais in France - drinking cheap duty free brandy (was seriously annoyed at the lack of ice available).

Of oceans wide so deep & blue
the drift into the mist
Sailing ships of years ago
I'm sad that I have missed

Many people I'm sure have crossed
this stretch of sea so old
From every different walk of life
each new one not so bold

I find these generations new
each weaker by degree
Not bold or game as races past
each eager to dodge & flee

I'd like to see the Viking's go
into battles of history
Leaving shores so rough & crass
raising hell in mist at sea

This passage I'm sure has seen the likes
of courage & dispair
Amazing folk who dare the sea
great folk of yesteryear.

[BeanCasserole]

Dread & Fear (written somewhat hung over under a tree somewhere on the island of Corfu - Greece)

Dread & fear a deathly tear
this morning awakes - tomorrow is here
Never again will I - I know
yes, I'm gonna kick tomorrow
Even now I can surely tell
tonight I'll prepare another hell
A week & a half this morning lasts
resentment of a joyest past
The blood it ran - a nectar so
so richly it poured, now death follows
How can anyone set me free
unless the desire comes from me
Never the less, a way to enjoy, away to escape
a mindless ploy, my body to rape
Thru & thru until then end
God help me stop - my soul I send

[BeanCasserole]

A new found friend I've found out here
her spirit so fresh - it walks on air
Prepared with warmth - a smile revealed
a precious gift - a heart is healed
Transparent now - a foreigner to start
apparent now almost a part
Not yet known a name as such
to describe her nature - all so much
Through different countries it spans and spans
feelings of such different lands
Such beauty & grace she does possess
a home I've found with no address
The wind outside may make me cold
without a thought - she warms my soul
Each day she disappears - away in vein
I look forward to her presence again & again

[BeanCasserole]

Vampyre (written while travelling through the Carpathian mountains in Transylvania - Romania)

In the depths of the cold dark ages
lived humble peasant folk - in histories pages
Bursting veins a bloody mess
helplessly the victim struggles, dying painfully, slowly - distressed
These simple people - so undeservedly condemned
working their fields, toil no end
White on white silk sheets pure as the driven snow
white on white satin curtains, window open - wildly blown
Broken glass upon the floor
no need for a door
Already welcomed - rendered powerless
the maid she falls - bloody running - effortless
Folklore, the seed of this disease
blood lust, blood lore - easy to please
A wretched man a diseased rat
condemned undead - a vampire bat
Nosferatu, Vlad Tepes - Son of Dracul
no fear, immortal, undead & cruel
This devils son a murdering ghoul
no man is safe from his deathly rule
A peaceful field a corpse there lies
a peasant farmer unexpectedly dies
Sweeping the land at a quickening pace
the wrath of deaths gruesome face
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A beautiful woman - a succubi
lures her men, one by one...
... alone they die
This vixen her blood so cold
her past unknown, her age so old
Thru time they pass forgotten by most
these strangers surface from coast to coast
The hunger they have must be fulfilled
unfortunately for this, someone is killed
No longer proud the vampire cries
for ever to live - he never dies
True love he could know if someone would last
his lovers now gone - all since past
A true romantic with a wealth of knowledge
a man of wealth with no one to acknowledge
A man of much taste & style
he bleeds his victims with a smile
Those who join him seldom last
their stupidity kills them - ignorance cast
Red velvet mind - minds open wide
gashed wrists abound, mouths open wide
Long black cape sweeps behind
translucent white face reads your mind
Gothic, this demon, a man outside
his secret is kept - it's his to hide
Many is the day a bloody pool
Surely this is the Son of Dracul!

[Koliedrus]

I'm glad to see that your pencil isn't broken.

[BeanCasserole]

Not broken.. just misplaced - a bit like my mind (where is my mind) ;-) Thanks Kol

[MAC]

did you just quote the pixies?

originally posted by Bean Casserole
you'll be able to spot some themes and borrowed (for inspiration) from other artists.


the phrase "other" makes me smile.
it's fun to be artistic :)
keep em comin as you can

[BeanCasserole]

yes :-)

[BeanCasserole]

Sortie (written while sitting next to Jim Morrisons grave in Paris, France)

Cemetery, Cemetery so vast & old
so many lives & spirits to behold
Yes Jim's inside on slate & stone
here in he sleeps upon his throne

Away so far in distant states
your mind would play thru open gates
I don't know why they've taken your stone
a tribute that you called your own

Above your head these trees so still
dark branches feed the ghostly will
Fare thee well your life has past
your soul & thoughts held strong & fast

Down thru distant fields you drift
our minds you steal - your tested gift

Now I know why millions cried
the day you left, the day you died
But not forgotten - least we know it
Jim Morrison still is the American Poet
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Gently gently we feel your spirit
crawling watching you see us milk it
Although in time you've kept your place
I fear no more exists your race

Inside this crypt - your mortal soul
lies thru the gap inside the hole
Feeding off your lyrics milk
we steep our minds in purest silk

Your words flow gently like a stream
with strength they bare most vivid dreams
Surrounded by your new found friends
Farewell dear Jim "... there was no end."

[TotalAnarchy]

you dont have to be lyrical.

Meaning is more important than formula, my friend. Always. I can get a monkey to do things in a poetic formula. But I cant get one to express how it feels.

[BeanCasserole]

yeah good point (thanks - good to be critiqued)- have done many like that - personally I prefer reading them when the structure is more lyrical like (I always have plenty of background music in my head ;-) ) also used to write loads of music.. so always keep that in my mind when writing.
I guess you could liken them to people you have relationships with eg some have intense meaning to me (and anyone else on the same wavelength) and others for pure entertainment with no brainwork involved. I certainly hope each poem means something different to each person.