Poetry "Everything"

[Einherjar Silberio]

I think I'll put this into a bluesy tune.

Read:
Everything's dead, everything's bored
Everything is stone cold frozen
Take a walk with your beloved
Or eat that piece of meat in the oven

Have a seat in a frozen bench
Fix your belt buckle, build a trench
Pull on the boots, drop the comb
No style today, no life after this bomb

Pull on the coat, paint it black
Don't forget your feelings in the dark
Lock the door, hide the keys
Hide the tears, bring some beasts

Drown me in a heaven, let me hunt
Come here amour, give me that blunt
Drown me in blues, gimme a harp
Hear me howl, rock that guitar

I'll hate you now, still tomorrow
I'll hate the hell outta this sorrow
Hate, hate, hate, let me die down
Don't pick me up, I'm still on the ground

Gimme shelter, from this rain
Let me run while still awake
Let me fall, while still awake
Leave me drunk, while in pain

Ain't leaving you, sweet muse
I'll stay right here, 'till it's time to move
Just don't make it heavy, don't cry
Ain't leading no where, while I'm alive

Let's take a walk, my only lover
Or eat a piece of meat from the oven
Gimme shelter, let me stay hidden
Don't let this rain touch my shoulder

We're but a small bunch o' rocks
It's just a shot away they say
Oh, just a shot away, they said
Let me walk just a couple o' blocks

Mmm, soft ice on mellow stones
Cold, sweet, yellow and heavy boned
Not enough for all kings thrones
Come here, pretty, and get me stoned

Rock that harp, drown me in blues
Bring the wolf, gimme a guitar
Fire her up, light some fiery tunes
She's burning hot, I'll hit the bar

She's burning hot, her thighs are strong
And that breathing is stunningly adicting
It's just a kiss away, now they're yelling
Can't touch her, doesn't she to me belong?

Santiago, Frankfurt, state of Texas, this morning
Scotch and Jägermeister is leading the howling
Talk to her, talk to me, ventilator blues, my darling
Don't forget your shot now, now stop breathing

Can't forget it, now it's just late
And I'm tired of having this state
Fuck my blues, screw the shelter
If you were here, it'd all be better.
Sweeter
Calmer
Not so fucking gritty.

[Master Lindale Mustaparta]

Something traumatic happen to you recently? Something you will remember for the rest of your life? Had this been at a better time, I may have read the whole thing. As it is, I had to stop after the second paragraph because it brought back thoughts of recent events.


Hopefully someday, I will bring myself to read that entirety of that poem.

[Einherjar Silberio]

Yeah... Something that happened to me personally, which affected one of the persons I hold most dearly in my life.

I've been recently thinking so much on how... It is so hard to build up something beautiful, which, in a matter of even a fraction of a second can be destroyed and scarred, forever, in the easiest way imaginable.

These latest years of my life I've concentrated so much on pain, anger and death, as something psychologically fascinating and still I haven't given these things the weight they have. Something is so wrong here, so bloody wrong.

[Adrian Ţepeş]

Hmm...yes...well....I'm not exactly sure what to make of that. I'd be interested in hearing it sung to a melody. I suspect that's why it was written, like you said.

EDIT: Whoa, double-post-jumped

[Einherjar Silberio]

Yeah, not too sure yet though... Don't know if it'll fit to blues, but I wanna try working on it

Thanks, by the way!