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Ian Petch Poem
A dying word echoes your life
The past will come; the future will die
Faith will fall, just as you need
If light would rise, you’d make it disease
In this word everything fades
What you like; what you distaste
The dark becomes your flavour of truth
And in this world, hope is removed
A lonely word so sure to bring
A haunting pain that makes monsters sing
Where nothing comes because nothing is
The purest hate will spread from your bliss
And since the day you held that dead word
So close to heart, it’s all you have shared
You circle through the life that is death
Through rape and spells you steal what’s left
And since the day you held on too close
You kill yourself in each living host
And now you see the world is so clear
You twisted love when love was your fear
Copyright © Ian Petch | Year Posted 2008
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When I tried, I’d grab your hand
Pull you close and hurt you inside
When I lived, I’d bring you down
There’s nothing left to live for this time
Funny faces, painful places
Tempting lies and metaphoric races
Spiteful smiles, selfish trials
Losing friends within my denial
When I gave, I’d take the land
Sell it off and then demand
If you give, I’ll share the wealth
But now I’m done and I see sand
Trading thoughts, selling pain
Despising trust unless I gain
Unheard sounds, silent voices
Expressing nothing and no more choices
I got lost in fear but now I’m fine
I fell so far and lost all time
Landed on my feet and heard a rhyme
I heard my breath and took in this sign
Waking, feinting, coloured paintings
Shivering and understating
Take my mind, take my soul
Circulate it all as I’m creating
Words that breathe, words that show
Wisdom as my eyesight grows
I’ve seen the fall, I’ve felt the breeze
Swam through space and shadowed trees
Another death and I’ll be fine
My soul has finally aligned
Though my body still a cage in time
My spirit travels and I find
I got lost in fear but now I’m fine
I fell so far and lost all time
Landed on my feet and heard a rhyme
I heard my breath and took in this sign
The world is round and so I spin
I’ll close my eyes and I’ll begin
Copyright © Ian Petch | Year Posted 2005
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Duality spreading through the land
Above my head; beneath my hands
The greatest darkness I’ll become
Or one to show you the brightest sun
Open my eyes unto this world
Forget the silence I had heard
Lingering on into this earth
A sense of evil without worth
Open my eye as I recall
Imagination as I fall
The pain of knowing what I was
A monster blinded by their cause
A pleasurable passion to restart
The thought of choices in my heart
Not what to follow - to agree
Instead remembering humanity
Create a universe from sand
Building foundations without my hands
Turning the darkness into light
With a simple understanding of the night
The paradoxes I can find
Knowing we’re not free will free our minds
In seeing shadows we feel the sun
Closing our eyes reveals freedom
Copyright © Ian Petch | Year Posted 2012
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Incite the words that take me through
Unload your fears and call them truth
Stand up and consecrate your hate
Follow along, or die alone in debate
Just look at everything there is
Either products of pain or products of bliss
Just look at everyone that knows
Either running towards or waiting to go
Apocalyptic sense of right
A fluorescent path that just waits for night
Apocalyptic sense of wrong
A darkness that is, spreading on and on
My own reflections are my truth
These words are just me, I have the proof
So incite my mirror to believe
That we are all alone once we learn to breathe
A conscious silence in our deaths
Accept it or run towards more regret
Apocalyptic purity
It doesn’t matter what comes, as long as I see
Copyright © Ian Petch | Year Posted 2007
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Cast attention on the dreams we have caught
They’re nothing of our own
Filtering our hearts right through the dark
Until we give in to the unknown
Casting lights upon the pointless death
In the wars that we’ve become
It’s so sad to see what will really die
The part we kill because we run
Cast attention on the lies we create
Manifesting every fear
Will these walls protect me from the pain?
Will the static drive the tears?
Casting lights upon the obvious truth
That we can’t remember love
Because every notion that we think is right
Was not handed from above
Cast our questions into timeless stone
It’s time to walk away
Step again into the lonely dark
It’s time to feed the pain
Casting spells that only weave an end
This is what we’ve become
Friendly faces that will kill again
We’re just a mirror with a gun
Copyright © Ian Petch | Year Posted 2008
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This puppet self-conflicted
Surreal to the end
I’m painting my own master
From the pain that I depend
This master so forgiving
Never one to speak
I am frightened of his laughter
And I depend because I’m weak
These strings eternal rapture
My strings are every pain
Unseen but granting vision
Yet never letting me relate
This puppet unbecoming
Whenever I have come undone
Unseen yet still regretting
That I have never had such fun
Master please implore me
Teach me how to stand
So I can divide this mirror
Between myself and why I’m damned
And all that’s left is silence
Between this mirror land
Where puppets are their masters
To deny the strings within their hands
Suddenly strings reach out
Right across this pain
Entangled within others
As the master starts his game
Copyright © Ian Petch | Year Posted 2009
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Knowing me now, I take the central target
No matter what it seems that I am lost
I throw away what could maybe save me
I break apart when I need to stand
If I am so much to me, why must I fall down?
To over-think what comes, I’m full of lies
But this self aggression is what I was raised on
Without depression I feel that I’d be gone
With hopes of grandeur and a hope obsession
With lies built up as though there’s no such thing
With hate affliction and a love addiction
I’d be dead before I’d even smiled
Knowing you now and my eyes wide open
I am the phoenix and I’ll take you down
For within this anger lies a desperate child
No matter what he knows he can’t be saved
Despair is over and his dreams forsaken
The ashes rise now and the blame’s on you
When I wake without the mask of laughter
I will scream and I will burn you down
My judge will die now and all words forgotten
I am fire in its purity
Even if you see me I’ll tear your eyes up
Burn you out with no sincerity
I’ll reach your mind and I’ll make it blind now
I’ll find a way to make you hate yourself
I am all of you and more
I’ve seen through everything before
What you feel will gather in me
And with this I will bring you down
I am fear and I am the helpless
If I live, my goals are far too dark
With self destruction and a fading mask now
Give me ears and I will avenge
The self conflictions that avert my eyes here
They’re too far gone now to ever stop
So give me anger and I know I’ll smile
Feed the phoenix and you will get burnt
Copyright © Ian Petch | Year Posted 2006
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Bring on what awakens
It falls under what I’ll lose
And so it goes on sleeping
Under a queen I will refuse
Face what she calls perfect
It got there through her pain
And so it circles back to nothing
Where every face becomes the same
Calmness and reflection
It gets me high on life
But then I find where this is leading
When I become her darling knight
I’ll screw her just to prove it
I’ll throw away my mind
And when I find she’s non-existent
I’ll spread her poison through a rhyme
So lovely in completion
So pointless to deny
If self-hate did not believe me
I’d give it all another try
Copyright © Ian Petch | Year Posted 2007
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I cast the shadows of the worlds I lost
I count my sins so I forget the cost
I name my demons in this fading dream
My faith still hides because my heart’s unclean
Once a lie of the mirror’s trust
Lost my sight when I felt my lust
Waking up underneath the stars
I broke away and I’ve come so far
Still so pure underneath this shell
Gazing in and hiding from my hell
I centre myself in a plain of prayer
I look at myself but see nothing there
I am a part of yesterday
The poisons coming and the things they’d say
I keep myself so far away
My yesterday becomes today
I write confessions to depart with death
I will continue after my last breath
I pray for light to come back to me
My only hope lies in what I can not see
Copyright © Ian Petch | Year Posted 2006
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Speaking once for some levity
Speak it twice for revenge
Speaking three times so you look at me
You’ll hear me never again
I paint you a picture
Of everything you are
If you’re honest you will love me
Too bad I’m just another scar
Speaking of how to retrieve me
I sing my little songs
But when boredom depletes me
I’ll ask you what is wrong
If I speak of how to screw you
You’re just another toy
If I tell you that I love you
You’re just another desperate ploy
Riddles become my serenity
Psychopathic malcontent
If I can’t have you it will please me
The search for death is heaven sent
Copyright © Ian Petch | Year Posted 2006
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