Fantasy/Science Fiction Poems (811)

That woman took a bite outta me,
As if I knew she could,
"Your songs are nothing but poetry,"
"And none of them are no good!",
"Sit in front of that computer, you see,"
"If you want to eat,"
"Later, ask your son if you can come play,"
"In your land of make believe,"-

I just wanna be....,

So, I went over to the high school,
To play some of my shit,
Until the principal himself approached me,
And told me I had to quit,
"You're scaring the Hell outta of the kids!"
"They're starting to look deranged!"
And has they gathered around for my autograph,
This is what they said,-

They want me to be,
A Rock-n-Roll Star,

By the time I made it back home,
I received a phone call,
It was the preacher from the First Presbyterian Church!,
If I would play at the county ball?,
"Sure," I said,
"Let me gather my gear and all would be well,"
And when I got on the stage,
I played Alice Cooper Goes To Hell!,-

I need to be,
A Rock-n-Roll Star

A recording scout spotted me!,
"Let's hit the studio!"
But that woman was with me at that time,
And she said, "Hell no!",
She told me to go back to the house,
"You know you are too old,"
But I already signed the contract,
Now I'm a god of Rock-n-Roll!,

What am gonna be?
A Rock-n-Roll Star!
Cantcha, cantcha see?
A Rock-n-Roll Star!

Ok, we made a mistake,,we are sorry, did not know, can we go?, Our ship lost power, we landed here, can we just
empty our waste, its not to to our taste,,bye,,, see you soon,, on the far side of the moon.

King Doobie and his psychedelic band we call Funk,
Dig, all of them were hippies,
Except of the monk,-
Lonesome lovers and their lustful needs,
All married bourbon and their children were weed,-
Forgotten moments flow out our minds,
As we gathered in a tepee and smoked us some kind,-
The Doobie King became one of those stars (roar of the crowd),
The peyote seemed to blow him that far!,
(Wow, that's far out, man!),
Yeah, far out into space,
His eyes glowed!- He had no face!,-
The medicine man spoke of his dreams,
But, only the birds understood,
As they sang it in the trees,--

Heartfelt moments in our inner warfare scene,
Tarot cards and fine machines,-
A mental disturbance at the local lunatic house,
Between a lonely man and this hot looking nurse (ugh),-
Stranger sounds from padded walls,
But, only the birds above can hear their calls,-
Warlocks and witches,
Dressed in white,
Frolic the halls in the dead of night?!,
Could that be more frightening,
Than the Orange Sunshine?,
The LSD took it's flight,-
The voodoo woman spoke of their dreams,
Only the birds understand,
As they sing it in the trees,--

(The sounds of birds are singing in the background diminishing as the sound of a cuckoo bird raises higher, then fades)

Fear lies low,
As Love sighs upon us, as we gaze from atop the deep cliff,
"The water doesn't look that shallow",
For Darkness gave us wings as we soar for the sweet taste,
Inviting us down below,-
Such a sad though condemned us to dream,
Punishing us to carry on,
Only left to ponder and dwell,
And to tell such a tale,--

Mischief Rules!,
Until one day Mischief met Compassion,
Yet, hard to understand each other,
Love stepped in, and decided to show the way,-
"What is now, here we both must understand",
"You're the ground that stays put",
I'm the sun, begins, shines, then starts to fade!".--

Love cries,
Watching the army led by Sorrow,
Face to face to meet Happiness,
On a once tropical, now wasted desert ground,-
Fear swept high,
Without knowing the knowledge that is kept secretly by Tomorrow,
Tomorrow steps to the side,
While it all goes down,--

During the battle of wits to win the war of emotions,
Sorrow and Happiness met at the war table,
"For the total of what we've lost",
"We must unite, and learn to rebuild again",-
Today said, "I think I know the answer?"
"What Yesterday lost, I know now!"-
"Tomorrow only keeps it a secret, leaving it up to you to decide",
"Is this a new beginning; or, will this be the end?"--

Life watches this through its mind's eye,
As the coldness of night falls upon us,
And we all know that the night is a gift from Darkness and Fear who walk hand and hand,
Only the reflection of the moon guides us by light,-
And just to glide quietly by shadow,
The orb quickly creeps away,
Of what Yesterday learned then, was given Today, yet still, kept a secret by Tomorrow,
And Love just smiled,--

King Doobie and his psychedelic band we call Funk,
Dig, all of them were hippies,
Except of the monk,-
Lonesome lovers and their lustful needs,
All married bourbon and their children were weed,-
Forgotten moments flow out our minds,
As we gathered in a tepee and smoked us some kind,-
The Doobie King became one of those stars (roar of the crowd),
The peyote seemed to blow him that far!,
(Wow, that's far out, man!),
Yeah, far out into space,
His eyes glowed!- He had no face!,-
The medicine man spoke of his dreams,
But, only the birds understood,
As they sang it in the trees,--

Heartfelt moments in our inner warfare scene,
Tarot cards and fine machines,-
A mental disturbance at the local lunatic house,
Between a lonely man and this hot looking nurse (ugh),-
Stranger sounds from padded walls,
But, only the birds above can hear their calls,-
Warlocks and witches,
Dressed in white,
Frolic the halls in the dead of night?!,
Could that be more frightening,
Than the Orange Sunshine?,
As the LSD stays in flight,-
The voodoo woman spoke of their dreams,
Only the birds understand,
As they sing it in the trees,--

(The sounds of birds are singing in the background diminishing as the sound of a cuckoo bird raises higher, then fades)

King Doobie and his psychedelic band we call Funk,
Dig, all of them were hippies,
Except of the monk,-
Lonesome lovers and their lustful needs,
All married bourbon and their children were weed,-
Forgotten moments flow out our minds,
As we gathered in a tepee and smoked us some kind,-
The Doobie King became one of those stars (roar of the crowd),
The peyote seemed to blow him that far!,
(Wow, that's far out, man!),
Yeah, far out into space,
His eyes glowed!- He had no face!,-
The medicine man spoke of his dreams,
But, only the birds understood,
As they sing it in the trees,--

Heartfelt moments in our inner warfare scene,
Tarot cards and fine machines,-
A mental disturbance at the local lunatic house,
Between a lonely man and this hot looking nurse (ugh),-
Stranger sounds from padded walls,
But, only the birds above can hear their calls,-
Warlocks and witches,
Dressed in white,
Frolic the halls in the dead of night?!,
Could that be more frightening,
Than the Orange Sunshine?,
As the LSD stays in flight,-
The voodoo woman spoke of their dreams,
Only the birds understand,
As they sing it in the trees,--

(The sounds of birds are singing in the background diminishing as the sound of a cuckoo bird raises higher, then fades)

Nnnnnn

Each night while I slumber

She creeps into my dreams

Out from backdrops of blue and umber

In a shroud of red and yellow beams

She’s hypnotic in her particular motion

As she dances to the rhythm of the backbeat on a hang drum

She bewitches my heart and ensnares my soul

And takes her plunder with the morning sun

Leaving my energy black as coal

As she disappears beyond the dreamscape shore

And in me burns but one fierce desire

To close my eyes and return to REM

So that I may see her, if only once more

When the bad tidings they do knock on the door
Pain and heartbreak is all that abounds
When shattered heart screams and lamentingly roars
Harrowed bitter tears flow in those sounds

Such anguish, such loss, no one can explain
When cast adrift on the ocean of grief
Try as may want to deal with that pain
No way can be sought, not a sign of solace or relief

What comfort is there for to be found
When drowning in torrents of tears
Standing in a quake tearing apart ground
For now have gone, those once held so dear

And though doing fine, thoughts around do race
The soul still cries out it's call
Just for a moment to see hear and touch face
To say one last time,
I miss and still do love you all

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(*Allwyn moves to stand by the side of the open graves. His face, a mask of sorrow*)

(*He takes up his Mandolin And Begin's to play a haunting Lament*)

(*Allwyn takes up the tune and sings with a voice full of sadness pain and loss*)
When the bad tidings they do knock on the door/ Pain and heartbreak is all that abounds/ When shattered heart screams and lamentingly roars/ Harrowed bitter tears flow in those sounds

(*He sings and plays such a tearful lament, Conveying to all the anguish he feels*)
Such anguish, such loss, no one can explain/ When cast adrift on the ocean of grief/ Try as may want to deal with that pain/ No way can be sought not a sign of solace or relief

(* Allwyn sings with a clear voice but the pain of loss is clear to hear in it *)
What comfort is there for to be found/ When drowning in torrents of tears/ Standing in a quake tearing apart ground/ For now have gone, those once held so dear

(*As Allwyn sings both his voice and the tune he plays are full of loss and longing*)
And though doing fine, thoughts around do race/ The soul still cries out it's call/ Just for a moment to see hear and touch face/ To say one ,ore last time, I miss and still do love you all.
(* the tune goes on few a few bars more and he hums the sad melody to a fade tears freely rolling down his cheeks*)

What be the children of Mannor Mourne?
Mesmerizing hypnotic eyes gaze
Creatures that thrive on blood for false life
Naught but hunters stalking prey

Where be the cots which in they do sleep?
Dank decayed with scent of blood
Tombs decrepit dark desecrated places
Where mortals do fear to tread

What do they dream from daybreak to sun fall?
Of coming forth to ravage and feast
Corrupted innocents, souls to darkness lost
Blood hunger turns babes into beasts

Where forth shall their true rest come from,
ending curse'ed eternal half life?
Release shall come from my own hand.
Death's a mercy for children of the night