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Hey hey. Some poetry. 2014-06-30 11:56:13 Reply

Hey again, Troisnyx here, now writing as one of the Writers' Guild.

I observed a voluntary abstinence period from the forums until "end of June", and today, well, is the end of June. Now Guild members are encouraged to make good their participation by 1) recruiting others into the Guild, or 2) submitting pieces of writing to the forums, or 3) I forget how else.

So, today, I'm gonna make my first attempt as a Guildswoman to post my work here. Now, a fair warning about the stuff I put up: some may be story-like and easily read by others, some are very personal and I feel just a little nervous about sharing them. This one in particular is personal, and speaks of times where I used to drum in the silence of the night, alone in my room, often as prayer and as a means of carrying on when all comforts around me seemed to fail.

Not sure what else to say except... here goes.

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A Drummer's Prayer in the Silence of the Night

Silent tears flow from my eyes
as heart is all but cowed to sighs
amidst the stillness of the night
when daytime strength is put to flight;
when all the world is lulled to sleep,
and owls by dreamers' bedsides keep
a solemn vigil, while unheard
and no mouth stirs to rouse a word,
there comes a thumping in the air
that breaks through darkness and despair,
that rises up as heartfelt prayer
to which no utt'rance can compare--

Hands start their dance upon the skin
To wake the soldier deep within
the inner chambers of the soul
while sacred light comes to console
this wretched woman's weary heart.
And staying there, never to part,
it calms the spirit's stormy spell
and tells me that all will be well.
And still this beat upon the drum
inspires my being to overcome
the mountains that no soul has crossed,
the battles I considered lost--
as thunderous roll turns into flame
consuming all my pride and shame
I look into His eyes and see
how lovingly He looks on me.

Sometimes I sing a battle cry
when voice grows soft and tears run dry--
but heart and drum and voice unite
and demons' shadows put to flight.
I march upon a battlefield
with heav'nly comforts for my shield,
while forth I go to enemy lines.
Still undeterred by dragons' spines
and breath of stone from basilisks,
this feeble coil now takes the risks
of starting free from past disgrace,
while drumming hands set marching pace.

My tears now lose their bitterness:
His sacred hand rests here to bless
my off'ring at the end of day
as pains and sorrows melt away.
The drumming stops, and now I lay
Upon my bed and softly say
how much I need Him, through the night,
to cloak me in His radiant light.
He sings a gentle lullaby
while all past guilt is left to die
and new hope cleans me as a spring,
while I lose hold of everything
and bid the world good night, God bless
and sleep in peaceful tenderness.

And as I drift into my dreams
I chance upon a sign that seems
unreal beyond the human mind,
yet leaving all my cares behind,
I look upon my drum and see--
but what is this, how can this be?
I find engraved upon the frame
a solemn promise with my name:
"For I will never leave your side.
Your cares and woes in Me confide,
and every day brings things unknown
that you will need not face alone."

Heaving naught but breath and sigh
I pray the day may come where I
forget the joys of earth below
in paradise,where flowers grow
and every secret comes to light
and darkness banish'd out of sight;
where goodness, with its joyous strains
is music to the saints' refrains
while hearts resound as thumping drums
to signal that His kingdom comes
and angels pick the harp and lyre
while clothed in bliss and loving fire
for God and all humanity,
so be it through eternity!

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Response to Hey hey. Some poetry. 2014-07-01 16:28:48 Reply

Congratulations on writing an amazing poem! I really liked the religious symbolism, and parts of it reminded me of Wordsworth and Shakepeare's sonnets. Every line resonated and I felt I was right there with the drummer, going on the same spiritual journey.

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Response to Hey hey. Some poetry. 2014-07-01 16:42:01 Reply

At 7/1/14 04:28 PM, lacemonochrome wrote: Congratulations on writing an amazing poem! I really liked the religious symbolism, and parts of it reminded me of Wordsworth and Shakepeare's sonnets. Every line resonated and I felt I was right there with the drummer, going on the same spiritual journey.

Eh, I'm glad it resonated with you so deeply. Thanks for reading -- and I hope that to some other readers, it may perhaps have the same effect.

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Response to Hey hey. Some poetry. 2014-07-13 05:35:40 Reply

Here's another one. This particular one is a reference to the months that followed after I lost my mother. I suppose I ought to call this free verse, but I cobbled this utterly quickly.

What will it be, my little one?
Your mother's gone, consumed by flames
and there'll be no more happy games
and laughs and smiles and close-knit hugs.
So what will it be, my little one? --
Don't you want to go where she is now?
Will it be a quick knife to the heart,
or a long drop from the fourteenth floor?

Begone, worm! I will not fall
for your cheap wiles and easy guiles
or think for a moment that this mortal coil
is only worth throwing away.
My work is far from done, and I
will fight through tears and sorrow,
however bleakly I see the morrow--
until my time to go arrives
unbidden, and not by my own hands.

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Response to Hey hey. Some poetry. 2014-07-13 05:52:17 Reply

NOTE TO THE WRITERS' GUILD, ESPECIALLY @TREMAX

30 July is the Newgrounds Audio Deathmatch deadline. After that point, the judges will begin shortlisting participants. I've submitted something to the audition, and I'm hoping to compete.

In the NGADM, everyone comes up with a brand new original composition in a period of 2 weeks (that's how long each round lasts). If I make it in, I'll be staying off this thread for a while -- my poetry will instead be rendered as song lyrics for the most part, and I'll be concentrating my efforts on the rounds I happen to get through. But it's only mid-July and too soon for me to give a final word on this -- let's see what happens. I'm putting up this post to let many others know of this is all.

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Response to Hey hey. Some poetry. 2014-07-23 19:22:41 Reply

Here's another one.

Glasgow, 2014

Silence in the streets,
hushed and eager faces
awaiting nine o'clock;
people of many races,
dressed in familiar colours,
marching in proudly
to pipe, drum and voice
resounding loudly.

These were the nations
united by a history
of masters and settlers
discovering the mystery
of plains and hills unseen
and wonders of old,
and gatherings of people
that no one had foretold.
Some were bound by the fate
of a long transgression
of uncharity and slavery
and cruelty and regression,
"No dogs, no blacks,
no Irish may enter!"--
was it not the gospel,
but greed at the centre,
while our forefathers' sins
caused dolours and strains
and scars on the world?--
the oppressed man complains
for long-due self-governance,
for freedoms and rights,
to put an abrupt end
to the settlers' blights.

Now war and strife
and tensions cease;
hail camaraderie,
respect and peace!
All across the world
the ice is thawed
while hearts beat high
in harmonious accord.
There's still work to be done,
there's no denying,
but little by little
we'll persist in decrying
injustices of all kinds,
until that time blest--
when the ghosts we have made
are at last put to rest.

The time is now,
the place is here!
There's no better way
to spread good cheer
than each looking kindly
in the other's eyes.
The whistle and the gun
will bid us rise
and run the great race
past pride and shame
till we all embrace,
unmistakeably now,
and honour each other
and love our competitor
as our own brother.

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Response to Hey hey. Some poetry. 2014-07-24 19:04:20 Reply

Great body of work you have here! Like lacemonochrome, I could definitely see some Shakespeare influence in the writing style. In my opinion, the poem about losing your mother is the strongest one here. There was simply so much said in just a few words. That's not to discredit the other 2 though! A Drummer's Prayer in the Silence of the Night and Glasgow 2014 were great, both closing with a very uplifting message.


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Response to Hey hey. Some poetry. 2014-07-25 17:02:25 Reply

At 7/24/14 07:04 PM, LDAF wrote: Great body of work you have here! Like lacemonochrome, I could definitely see some Shakespeare influence in the writing style. In my opinion, the poem about losing your mother is the strongest one here. There was simply so much said in just a few words. That's not to discredit the other 2 though! A Drummer's Prayer in the Silence of the Night and Glasgow 2014 were great, both closing with a very uplifting message.

Eh, thanks ^_^ I don't know if I can see myself as much of a poet, but I suppose there's always a start.

I wonder if it'd be fitting to share lyrical songs in here too, in the event that I write any...

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Response to Hey hey. Some poetry. 2014-08-16 10:56:49 Reply

I did mention previously that I'd put in any songwriting I did since the start of this thread, though not in the clearest words. Since I'm taking part in the NGADM, I've done a bit of writing -- I tend to focus on lyrical songs, since vocals are one of my strong suits.

Welp, here is my Round 1 submission for your perusal:

  • Oceans Wide
    Oceans Wide by Troisnyx

    NGADM Round 1 piece. I'm surprised I made this in what feels like my darkest hours.

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Response to Hey hey. Some poetry. 2016-05-13 18:41:00 (edited 2016-05-13 18:41:14) Reply

I know I haven't posted here for an immensely long time, but my last finished lyrical song has this.

  • Nightfall
    Nightfall by Troisnyx

    The full version of Nightfall, at last!

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This piece, Nightfall, has had the honour of being played on BBC Radio Lancashire twice so far. I am grateful. In the way of lyrics, I hope they touch the listener / reader.

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Response to Hey hey. Some poetry. 2016-06-12 16:33:53 Reply

My latest lyrical song.

  • Light, Shine Down
    Light, Shine Down by Troisnyx

    Ending sequence for upcoming puzzle game Ley Lines!

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Response to Hey hey. Some poetry. 2016-08-24 16:08:29 Reply

A new set of lyrics, which I wrote on Monday. Further description in my audio thread (link above sig).

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The storm beats down a crowded barge,
They pray to safely reach the shore;
"O free me! release me,
We can't find a place to be safe anymore."

I may not be upon those waves,
Or sinking to the ocean floor,
But free me! release me,
I can't find a place to be safe anymore.

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Response to Hey hey. Some poetry. 2017-03-17 13:17:26 Reply

An impassioned poem about people banging on about 800 years of British shit in Ireland. Okay, you mofos, WE GET THE PICTURE.

If you know the tune to the hymn "Hail glorious Saint Patrick," the poem is meant to be sung to the verse.

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Hail glorious Saint Patrick!
Now fuck off and die,
If you think that dear Ireland
Should be lifted on high
For being a poor woobie
For eight hundred years,
I got news for you Irish,
We too have our fears!

No one in your land
Disappears in the night
By the hands of your people;
Your future is bright,
But you arseholes forget
That out there we still weep
For freedoms and needs
And the rights we can't keep.

So before you start drinking
Or going to Mass,
Spare a thought for the millions
Whose suffering won't pass,
Who look over their shoulders
In case they are heard,
And taken away
If they say the wrong word.

The Empire is finished,
Self-government reigns--
But outside of Ireland
Tyranny still remains.
I was one such sufferer;
There are many more
Who want to be rid
Of this shit evermore.

So hail glorious Saint Patrick
For opening our eyes
To cruelty and evil,
Injustice and lies.
But I bet you don't care
While you're chugging your drink,
When there are many nations
Being pushed off the brink.

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Response to Hey hey. Some poetry. 2017-03-21 13:20:42 (edited 2017-03-21 13:22:16) Reply

My Father is Sicillian,
He's worth negative 20 trillion,
My Mother is Irish,
So WeKick my dads arse,
And thew him out when he cheated...
I am 5th generation American,
God curses to the 4th those who hate him,
Perfect situstaion to say fuck fathers day HUH??
two antichist minds acknowlege that God loves the pope,
yet the spirit of antichisrt still nags like a philly on LSD,
down with poetic dictation, I'm not communist,

Anyways you poetry is amazing.. I love it peace..


James 4:6 6But he gives us more grace. That is why Scripture says: "God opposes the proud but shows favor to the humble."

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Response to Hey hey. Some poetry. 2017-04-11 11:05:48 Reply

At 8/24/16 04:08 PM, Troisnyx wrote: A new set of lyrics, which I wrote on Monday. Further description in my audio thread (link above sig).

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The storm beats down a crowded barge,
They pray to safely reach the shore;
"O free me! release me,
We can't find a place to be safe anymore."

I may not be upon those waves,
Or sinking to the ocean floor,
But free me! release me,
I can't find a place to be safe anymore.

The song associated with these lyrics is as complete as I can make it. I have decided to release it.

  • The Refugee's Song
    The Refugee's Song by Troisnyx

    A song of fear and apprehension. Successor to Tsukikanade.

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I had the tune in progress since last year and now... well. Here you go.

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Response to Hey hey. Some poetry. 2017-05-15 01:43:43 Reply

The longest song I've written to date, incidentally, has poetry of its own. But it's mainly in French, and partly in Japanese. Alors pour les francophones ici, allez regarder :

  • Mio/Homura (澪/炎) EXTEND Ver.
    Mio/Homura (澪/炎) EXTEND Ver. by Troisnyx

    The circle is now complete.

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This track has been a labour of love, and a personal battle to overcome some demons of mine.

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Response to Hey hey. Some poetry. 2017-09-16 05:34:02 Reply

Here's one I wrote yesterday. There are many analogies.
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I've lost ten years of my life,
for all intents and purposes, at knifepoint
by a herd of raving Romans,
caring only for their own prestige
and not about their captors' dignity;
like a galley slave sent down
to the bottom of their warship
I am told "Do this and live,
or you will starve and die far away."
And so, with my hands tied
and my mouth gagged,
I worked the galleys day and night,
and when the gag slipped from my lips
I dared to dream of a life of my own,
and at each time I was unlucky enough
to be within earshot of the guards,
who beat me to a pulp
and crushed my soul
till it could hope no more.

Now I am away from the galley,
having survived a terrible ordeal.
I have lived for four years in hiding,
trying to blend in with the crowd.
Each day I spend in trembling,
from what was and what will be;
I have found a few who can trust me,
but they're not powerful Roman patrons,
and with no ring of patronage upon my finger
I risk losing another ten years.
Still the flashes of those days haunt me.
Still no one sees what I'm truly made for.
And those who try to help me
instead, like the Roman sailors,
with the same vitriolic utterances,
crush my soul
till it can hope no more.

I bear very visible scars.
Perhaps I can never run away,
perhaps my dreams and visions mean nothing.
Perhaps I'm destined for the galleys
now and forevermore?
I try to mask the beatings
with loose cloths over my shoulders,
long sleeves stretched over the arms,
long stockings over my legs.
If no one sees the trouble I've seen,
at least I am safe for another day.
I fear them knowing me by my scars
and sending me back for more torture and beatings
while they, perhaps, won't have to deal with
the likes of me anymore.
Still I dream of a life well lived,
a life where I'm able to give
so completely of myself, where my talents can shine.
But let's be honest, no one cares.

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Response to Hey hey. Some poetry. 2017-09-16 05:41:23 Reply

I wrote these ones while at a writing session for the bereaved.

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I

To what point is it possible to lose just anything?

I lost my innocence when mummy beat me to near death.
I lose whatever trust I had in man.
And losing someone isn't as bad, it's really less severe
than losing my own sense of self,
which no one talks about still today.

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II

She came upon a lock of hair
and cast on it a careless stare
at how it twirled and turned around
and how a figure of eight was found.
Still infinite is human longing,
wondering, thinking and belonging,
still certain is the age-old song
that life's great circle must go on.

And very soon, my locks of hair
will drop to the floor and remain there
and bones grow brittle, sinew weak,
and one day I'll no longer speak.
How many would have braced for this
when living lives bereft of bliss,
how many more would be afraid
of transitioning beyond the grave?

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III

Today, my mind is
the aftermath of a fucking tornado tearing right through it.
This morning has been
another cog in the infernal wheels,
daily turning,
breaking out their hellish sound.
I want tomorrow
to be a small new springtime.

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IV

Water from the falls
slowly wore away the stone
till it was no more.

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V

Grief is.
As it was in the beginning,
is now,
and ever shall be.
The unleashing of sickness,
of black acrid smoke,
of the spilling of blood,
impairment and hatred,
only to end with the dust of death.
It is everything
and it is nothing,
twisting its vines
which aren't really there,
strangling the soul
till it can take no more.
Too often have I stared
at the invisible gateway,
hoping myself
to be free from its ilk.

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Response to Hey hey. Some poetry. 2017-09-21 16:37:45 Reply

cool


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Response to Hey hey. Some poetry. 2017-09-25 17:54:21 Reply

My most recent lyrical song; the lyrics contain a fair bit of poetry in them.

  • Re:Reveris ~ Vocal Ver.
    Re:Reveris ~ Vocal Ver. by Troisnyx

    A piece whose music, lyrics and intentions I hold close to my heart.

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