Poetry


August 19, 2008: 6:56 pm: CalvinDudeOn Writing, Poetry

I.
Look over beyond what the pale mystic skies show clear
To find a purposeful knowledge, wisdom we forever impart. Near
The catacomb’s shadows and the dungeon’s darkness. Hear
With a heartfelt bitterness. Hate raging, embracing fear.

II.
Look beyond the mystic show
To a knowledge we impart
The shadows, the darkness
With heartfelt hate embracing

Over what pale skies clear
Find purposeful wisdom forever near
Catacombs and dungeons hear
A bitterness, raging fear.

III.
Look beyond the mystic show
Over what pale skies clear
To a knowledge we impart
Find purposeful wisdom forever near

The shadows, the darkness
Catacombs and dungeons hear
With heartfelt hate embracing
A bitterness, raging fear.

Note: It took me about an hour this morning to come up with this little poem. When I wrote it, I was looking more for structure than for any thematic concerns.

The structure, which some of you may have gleaned by reading it already, is as follows. The first block contains the four lines that are in A-A-A-A rhyme scheme. If you take every other word of the first block starting with the first word, you create the first stanza of the second block. If you take every other word starting with the second word, you create the second stanza of the second block. Finally, the third block shows what happens if you alternate between the two stanzas. Thus, the first line of the first stanza of the third block is every other word of the first line of the first block starting with the first word; the second line of the first stanza of the third block is every other word of the first line of the first block starting with the second word. Etc. It may be easier to say that the third block consists of the first line of the first stanza of the second block followed by the first line of the second stanza of the second block, followed by the second line of the first stanza of the second block, etc.

Of course, all of it should be easy to see if you just look at the poem itself :-P

I should note that there can be improvement with my method above. For instance, you can see that the first stanza of the second block has no rhyme scheme at all; this could be fixed if I spent more time on it. Furthermore, the poem itself could use a little ironing out. But all in all I think it’s a fairly successful first attempt at combining two stanzas into one.

July 31, 2008: 9:32 pm: CalvinDudeOn Writing, Poetry

You know, it’s interesting being a writer/musician/computer programmer/animator/etc. Basically, anything to do with the arts. There will be moments where I’ll be thinking on something that I want to write about–a story in my mind that stews for a bit, or a melody, or a visual picture of some movie shot I’d like to see. And what’s interesting is that most of the time when I do creative stuff, it exists in my mind in a very primative state.

Then out of the blue I get hit with inspiration.

A brief example will suffice I think. When I wrote The Outlaw (which I’ve no longer made available, BTW, since I’m going to work on a revision now that my writing is much more gooder), it took me a few weeks to do the first two “books” in it. Then, one Saturday in 1998, I sat down at around 11 AM and wrote non-stop until around 8 PM. During those 9 hours, I did the entire last book (which was approximately 30,000 words). Why? Because I knew exactly what I wanted, and it just shot out of me.

When I write music, it’s often the same way. I’m getting good enough to know chord structures in my mind before I even sit down to write music. I’ll be like, “I want to write something in E minor today.” And I’ll instantly think of Em - C- G - D (one of my favorite progressions) and suddenly there’s a melody there.

Today, it happened with both. I was sitting there minding my own business when a song leapt into my mind. While I currently lack the ability to record anything, I hammered it out on my guitar in about thirty minutes. The chords for this one are B5 - F#5 - A5 - E5 for the verse, and the chorus is B5* - A5* - E5* - B5* and the bridge section goes C#* - B5* - A5, which are tabbed:

Regular E-A-D-G-B-E tuning

 B5    F#5    A5   E5      B5*   A5*    E5*    C#*
----- ----- ----- -----  -----  -----  -----  -----
----- ----- ----- -----  -----  -----  -----  -----
--4-- ----- --2-- -----  -----  -----  --9--  -----
--4-- --4-- --2-- --2--  --9--  --7--  --9--  --11-
--2-- --4-- --0-- --2--  --9--  --7--  --7--  --11-
----- --2-- ----- --0--  --7--  --5--  -----  --9--

On this one I actually didn’t think up the chords first, but instead when the words popped into my mind they already had their melody and it took me about 30 seconds to figure out what chords went with that melody :-) And then the words instantly came out too (very little revision was required):

Woke up this morning at three AM
Thinking of the way my life has been
Wondering what happened to all of them
Those friends I had way back when.

Sat beneath the glow of an orange street light
Sheltered from the sounds of a haunted night
Thinking that I might’ve turned out all right
Still wondering how I got here tonight.

[Chorus]
And time marches on
Further into the past
Everything will soon be gone
Shoulda known it wouldn’t last.

Fell away for an hour or two
But I still ended here without you.
Remembered time, how it always flew
And all the chaos that would ensue

Oh, I remember waking ‘fore the crack of dawn
Never had to even stifle a yawn
Met with all of them out on the lawn
Raced toward trouble like we were drawn.

[Repeat chorus]
[Bridge]
These things I see will come again
In someone else’s day
When my memories grow dim
I’ll still know what to say.
[Repeat chorus]

Now don’t ask me what this necessarily means or why it came to me. That’s the funny thing about getting sudden inspiration….often you have no clue why it came out. Anyway, I wish I had some recording equipment so you could actually hear it. But maybe you’re glad you can’t :-)

May 8, 2008: 11:00 pm: CalvinDudeMusic, Personal, Poetry

I forgot I had uploaded this song before, but since I found I had, I’ll toss in a bit of background for it. The song is called I Know Why and it’s one of the songs that I wrote when I was living in my demon-possessed apartment, so that would have put it around 2005 or so (in other words, one of the last songs I recorded, since most of my equipment went the way of the Dodo when I moved from that hole).

Anyway, here’s the lyrics:

I Know Why
Words and Music by Peter Pike. (c) 2005 by Selenium. All rights reserved.

I ask you to look this way
You look at me as if to say
And tell me that it is broken.
I pretend to understand
I fake that I comprehend
But I don’t know a word you’ve spoken.

All around the world falls
All around the sky dies
It is everywhere
Under suffocating lies
Everything I ever thought
Is buried in the mass
Of undeciphered malcontent
And embittered trash.

I know why your universe is gray
And why you never stay.
It has something to do with me
And what you see.

I ask God for a sign
And He says that I only whine
And beg Him for something else I think I need
It is nothing personal at all
Just a product of the Fall
And my envious greed.

All around the buildings fall
All around the sparrow dies
It is everywhere
Under suffocating lies
Everything I ever knew
Is buried in the grave
Of undeciphered malcontent
The only thing I save.

I know why your universe is gray
And why you never stay.
It has something to do with me
And what you see.

The face in the mirror
The mirage in the shiver
The place where I was
The longing just because
A world that never felt at peace
It was never at ease
I only felt this way
Cuz I knew some day I’d pay.

I am standing in the rain
It showers me with pain
And all I know how to do is cry.
I pretend that it is fine
I pretend that you are mine
And never bother to question why

All around my facades fall
All around my image dies
It is everywhere
Under suffocating lies
Everything I ever was
Is buried far beyond
My undeciphered malcontent
The vision’s finally dawned

I know why your universe is gray
And why you never stay.
It has nothing to do with me
And what you see.

This song is one of the songs that I really like even though I also don’t like it. Probably a lot of it has to do with the fact that it comes from when I was in a dark place (yeah, a demon-possessed apartment isn’t exactly a “happy place”). Still, this song contains some of my favorite lyrics of anything I’ve ever written (especially the second verse).

The song feels a bit disjointed, both lyrically and musically, which is semi-intentional. It’s especially evident in the bridge section, where I go into it by having “competing” solo riffs. It’s actually to actualize the point of the first verse about incomprehensibility. By the way, in case you didn’t get it, the “you” who is being refered to throughout the song is the “face in the mirror.” On that level, it makes the song seem sort of schizophrenic, and I suppose there are aspects of that echoing in there; but in reality, it deals a great deal with the struggle between what I wanted to be and what I really was at the time.

In any case, the opening riff is one of the most fun ones to play on guitar. And I also liked the chords I came up with for the verses. I even like the rhythm riffs for the bridge. However, the solos aren’t as good as I’d like (although it fits the song anyway), and I don’t care for my vocals in this song either. I sound too much like Bono…. (Travis will understand this means that I’m wailing too much in it.) :-P

Oh well. I just thought I’d share the background with you. And yes, this means that I watched Spinal Tap again and wish I was in a band again….

May 29, 2007: 12:21 pm: CalvinDudePersonal, Poetry

That’s right.

While I slave away in a cubicle that has no window (so I can’t see the squirrels…and they were married), my parents have to send me pictures of where they spent the last couple of weeks. Yup: see for yourself!

Tell me this isn’t cruel and unusual punishment….

*sob*

Oh, tan-like psuedo-walls surrounding me
Fall down to flatten all you see!
My soul wastes for naught in cubicles
And wishes for even the diversion of torn cuticles.
To suffix me in this endless workplace.
Oh, tan-like psuedo-walls grant me grace!

April 24, 2007: 2:47 pm: CalvinDudePersonal, Poetry

It is raining snow.
The evil wind is in it.
Now what will I do?

Yes, more wind/snow/rain outside. I had to bike into the wind en route to work today; it better be at my back on the way home!!! (Yeah, like the weather has ever listened to me!)

March 6, 2006: 10:49 am: CalvinDudePoetry

When the world of empty promises sound
Spurred on by endless catacombs
Buried deep beneath the ground
Of the things frought with anarchy
And underscore what youth has found

Then shall we rise up to cry
“A new world on the horizon!”
We shall look but not ask why
The things we once thought so important
Are what we give up when we die.

 

February 13, 2006: 2:00 pm: CalvinDudePoetry

Do you dream a far
Praying on some distant star
Hope the shame is gone
So you’re left with the words of a song?

When you find it out
You’re still lost in your spiritual drought
Bearing pain and loss
For the dreams that were nothing but dross.

Some will say, it’s true,
You’ve got no one to blame but you
And for once they’re right
It’s just you and the blackness of night.

And it seems so far
As bright as the blackness of tar
Faking love and hope
For some fanciful way to cope

Only shame is left
And your heart is finally bereft
Maybe then you’ll find
That star’s light was leading you blind.

“Too late!” You say
“Only darkness is left in my day”
If you think like this
It’s only the point that you’ll miss.

Why do you wish a far
On the light of some stupid star?
Thinking it will give you all
When all you’ll get is your own downfall

You’ll be left alone
Chilled with death in the bone
Insignificant speck of mere dust
With no one out there who you can trust.

Burst of flame overhead
Burning out with your dread
Would you wish for that?
Would you write it on your welcome mat?

You can have so much more
Than what a star’s got in store
You could have the love
Of one who made the stars far above

How much better it is
To not worship things that are his
To put hope in the created realm
Is to abandon your hope’s only helm

So do you dream a far
On the uplifted beams of a star
That itself cries out
The very words that the rocks and trees shout

Saying “We’re not God
And you really shouldn’t be awed
By a speck of light
Twinkling deep in the night.

Put your faith in him
Who isn’t so faint or so dim
There’s no hate or blame
Just the loss of your infinite shame.”

January 27, 2006: 3:59 pm: CalvinDudePoetry

When did I
See the landscape
Bristle with entropy
Filled, cold and bleak
Under crimson skies
That shuddered in fear?

I saw something there
Then it was gone
And no one remembered
Because it was “wrong”
To think back on the past
That even time forgot.

Bitter streams draw near
With floods overhead
Mocking the sound
Of the fountain that bleeds.
We go with narry a sigh
And narry a gasp.

So when did I
Make a contribution
To ease the suffering
Of his substitution
Instead of just mocking
That which saves

When did I
Care
Or even regret
This cold blast of air
That put him there
Under my own thumb?

December 28, 2005: 4:12 pm: CalvinDudePoetry

The sun shines brightest
After the darkest night
After the soul is defeated
Because you gave up the fight
When the winter winds blast
Snow to obscure your sight
And the impending oblivion
Suddenly feels right.
Only a breath away
On the wings of a kite
Glimpse it in the fullness
Of heart pounding fright
And smell it revealed
In the blister and blight.
“Nevermore, nevermore,”
Shall you ignore our plight?
“Nevermore, nevermore,”
Trade innocence for might.
Or wait one last minute
To bask in eternal light.

December 2, 2005: 10:46 pm: CalvinDudePoetry

Once or twice, maybe thrice
More could be said instead
But another word left unheard
Echoes through the red of my broken head.

If canopies and similies
Were built of steel to feel
Perhaps the structure wouldn’t rupture
When you discover what’s real as you kneel.

Only once, never twice, never thrice
Left unsaid words in my head
Things I dreamed–and these they seemed–
To be without dread nor thought of the dead.

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