So SAD: Splinters in my Minds Eye

[Darth Eggplant]

BEYOND BLUE SKY

 

Reality was quoted grey

but Skies are much prettier,

no one gets a High off a Tree

but Neon Lights send chills

of great happenings;

Cigarettes

have come and gone today,

now the Mushroom is in demand

the Real Thing

I mean the Powder kind

True Reality to Blow my Mind.

What is out there lying

beyond Blue Skies?

What makes a nation of slaves?

What is greater than

the Advertised kind,

or a Government approved fix;

How is life enhanced by the thing,

when the event goes Unremembered?

How can past generations understand,

when Alcohol makes them Apathetic.

What is out there lying

deeper than Blue Sky;

It is not God

the LSD Religious fix is dead.

What is the true worth of the trip

when Reality brings on;

Harsh Reality behind the bars

of your 24 hour addicts prison cell.

What is the point?

Flying past the Blue Skies

or Money the "Evil"

to bring forth such Goodness.

For what is the Good,

if Happiness is bought

for the price of your slavery

to a Monkey for a Habit

you gave Yourself,

with the fix in your hands:

Reality,

is more than grey

it is the colour of the bean.

Pop one, or snort the system

out of it; you serve the machine.

Designer Drugs, Booze for fuel

beyond Blue Sky;

One finds only Fools,

or a hill.

[Darth Eggplant]

LESSONS

 

Shimmied up a Tree

for an Apple,

scrapped my knee

sat in a classroom

so complacently,

learnt about the three R's

One

Two

Three

cause when I reach High School

they say I will need all three;

 

High school came

I changed to a man from a boy

grade school is nice they said

but all that Education is Void

Algebra, Shakespeare, Health

and Trigonometry

if you don't learn these

you can not hope

to get your College Degree;

 

Up the Ladder now Two Rungs,

the final test

so far Education has left me

a total mess,

to this day I have never used Algebra

to cash one single Pay Cheque

and what they said

that I did need never got me my Degree;

 

For when I hit College

I knew the letters

V and D

in College and today

I have always read my Poetry,

in College I had the three R's

still they failed me

for in College

I never learned

Pub Drinking

Love Making

Drug Trafficking;

 

So today I have my Apple

and all of William's leads

so today I have every Lesson

they said I would ever need

but I also have a Lesson

that no Teacher ever taught me:

 

Lessons come from Within,

Not the Education Ministry.

[GendoTheGreat]

Take some advice Darth. You never know for sure when it's been cut with soap or ground-up flourescent bulbs. Switch to Crack.

[Darth Eggplant]

SINISTER EGGMEN

 

Small town boys

with their new found toy

orange short radiant hair

peering over style free glasses,

leather bracelets

bedecked with care

shouting obscenities in the air

when they can

crying Anarchy

all over the land

working still Nine to Five

for the Man,

little boys;

 

Waking up,

growing false fangs

then shaving them

losing locks in the air

bobbing, leering

sings unclearly

hiding their heads in the sand

finding themselves alone

when they can

hanging out with other

Sinister Eggmen.

Thrashing wildly about,

that's the end

little Eggman;

 

For Homemade leather

replaced by Store Bought leather

is no more safety pins

but trendy fashions,

old tye dyed jeans

Boys of London clothes

from a magazine

short spiked hair with cream

and care

not part of the scene,

just a pose

for members of the silent minority

now a big majority

all the false hopes of Eggmen,

fearing imported clones

from over sea

doing the best they can

to be originals

yet failing;

 

For yolk is so cliche

rebel Eggmen have gone today

rebel eggmen wearing suits

making you bunch pay

marketing the gear they wore

as teens telling you,

that it's your dream

laughing

oh yes, they laugh

at all you Sinister Eggmen;

 

For Hippies made their stand

breaking windows

and Black Swastika's

cold grown Punker Bands

the day of hard core Punk

has gone on by

only small town,

middle class boys carry on

ex-boy scouts screaming

along with the fading songs

of the Sinister Eggmen.

[Darth Eggplant]

SUICIDE

 

Existence

is the Layman's term

Depression

is how Psychologists

name it

Glamour is how Hollywood

knows it;

Heaven

the Religious claim.

Life or Science,

an accurate form of Reality

names and faces we all know;

closest word being Society.

Generals smoke cigars

rolled from it,

label it War

One Carpenter built it;

with Twelve of his friends.

Karl Marx taught

and identified it,

Class Struggle

Subways take you through it,

and Abraham made a Covenant to it.

Henry made a Black Car

from it,

Hittler saw it,

and designed a Flag

to go around it.

in the Desert

they have 99 Beautiful names

for it.

Historians point out

life's viscous cycles,

Advertisers call it

Prime Time.

Democracy

votes it in,

Communists

order it about.

Peace activists

chain themselves to it;

Housewives serve it

to their families.

Addicted we Smoke it,

Drink it, Snort it,

or Shoot.

Business calls it

Recession

and like Cowards,

Poets call it Love.

 

Peculiar that we give

so many labels

to the One Word

that says it best.

[Darth Eggplant]

FEEDING THE ANIMALS

 

Went to sleep,

I dreamt of the Killing Machine.

Fed the Animals on my porch

heard a noise,

heard Her approach

with no feelings

I said,"Hi"

looked away into the sky

clouds hovered in

turned to grey

I looked away

from blackening day;

 

In a field stretching

into horizons;

never ceasing,

never stopping

rain came drip dropping

on my head.

The rain was blood

the rain was red.

I ran to the only warm shelter,

a tenement house

on the outskirts of Skelter

it was so cozy small from outside,

the inside hall stretched

forty miles

I walked alone.

 

Noise level grew,

found myself in the Human Zoo.

Everyone I had ever met,

seen or knew was here with me

in the Killing Machine;

a Dream Disguise

harmlessly I got in line.

Did not know what was up?

All I knew was surprise.

The wait was long

as I shuffled along

in this huge snaking

Amusement line.

I drew close,

heard the shrill whistle;

People rushed and dressed

in Surgical Gowns.

They took positions as casserole

dishes on conveyor belts;

brought forth Beautiful People,

Blonde haired and strong

totally naked:

Not one Doctor assaulted a lady.

 

The Referees grew tense

then came the next whistle

the Surgeons started hacking off

all the heads.

Using razors,

Tools of the Times

they reshaped Flesh and Bone

to suit their own Principles.

The timer went off,

the Winners received

Gold Medals

as pulpy casserole dishes

were drawn away.

I looked in horror

at Reverend Chain Smoker;

he smiled and told me

he had competed already twice today.

 

I left the line up

to retreat to the corner,

a pen of Animals were caged there.

I fed them grass pellets

straight from the kitchen,

until the Keepers came

and took them away.

I followed closely

while the games they continued

I lost track

of the Animals I chased;

Technicians took me

and put me into line

insisted that I participate,

I Refused.

I was hazy,

totally revulsed

they brought me to the Clinic

with care Doctors in White,

Big Chested Nurses

explained to me all was

Harmless Fun

Good Therapy

I would not Believe it.

Sighing;

they showed me the

grizzly Human Factory.

The Victims were just Actors,

the Mutilations

just Holograms

no one got hurt;

like in the Movies.

The Fun was Good Natured

and Tame.

I was not Resolved,

it felt Morbid:

so the Doctors held me back

in Sick Bay.

They tried to calm me

or Seduce me was it;

with Sexual Favours

from the Blonde Nurse French

I would not Co-operate,

so back outside I was placed

back in the line up now

Nine to Five;

Twenty-Four Hours straight.

I saw my Parents

I saw my Teachers,

I watched them all

continue to hack and chop

still Animals feeding

in distant pens;

being taken away

to feed the Actors.

 

A Smell of Ozone,

a Spark in the Machine

the Dream was Real

the Dream was over,

the killing went on

no more Actors

all were butchered.

The Animals in the pens

were really Myself:

the Doctors and Nurses

turned into Animals,

Animals eating Humans;

Animals feeding themselves,

panic became real

the People did flee

but no one left Skelter House.

Mouselings abused us

Pigs kicked and used us

Chickens and Cows

gorged themselves

the rain stopped flowing;

Humanity stopped flowing.

And the fields grew diminutive.

I was back at my house;

 

The clouds were passing

the girl was strutting

She was not Real

She was just a Cat

the People all faded;

fed to the Animals

Animals Corrupted,

turned to images of Ourselves

I stirred and woke

from my Day-Nightmare;

 

Was in the woods now

Feeding Myself

Feeding the Animals

Sparks in the Ozone

the Dream is still on,

I can hardly wait:

till I wake up.

[Darth Eggplant]

THERE IS NO PLACE FOR CORPORATION

IN THE LAND OF KIPPLES DOMAIN

 

Standing,

like two icons in the sky

the towers stand.

Made of gleaming white rock

they appear as bones of the earth,

erected as a monument,

to the Free Enterprise system

and the Man.

 

He looks back and smiles,

for but a few years ago

this castle was not here;

yet through peril and hurricanes

he and his clan,

traversed the seas wrath

in vessels of plywood and tin.

He came with but a pittance

in his pockets,

but that soon changed;

hurling his fortune into the Earth

it took shape,

formed and became a structure

small and potent,

it grew again.

 

But that is the way

all cancers do,

small and slow at first,

then quickly and out of control.

Additions are made to the palace,

now it has it's towers of ivory,

and it has an ebony abutment

where the Royal Suite lies.

Completed now with

hall of greetings,

wonder of marble and brass.

Domed on the top with crystal

and chandeliers of sparkling gold,

fitted with long low chambers

of merriment and meeting.

Also the caverns of the stables,

home of the horseless chariots;

we return to the present.

 

This fortress of achievement

stands silent.

The Overlord now has work

still to do,

he must stock slaves

to fill his kingdom

but he is not alone.

He calls upon his allies,

they come.

The High Priestess

and her Siren answer the call

using seduction and temptation

they begin their work.

Those who sow their grain

in the right places

reap in rewards;

at first one soul,

then another

now by one's and two's,

and three's

now in scores they come

lured by the promise

that the Sun and the Moon

will be theirs.

 

Chains however clink

and rattle amongst

the cries of woe and despair.

Now the Task Masters come

to wield the yoke and axe,

to keep the peasants

in control,

but outside help is still needed;

guards of finest breed

are implanted into the castle

to control the workers.

Giving orders from up high,

like little machines

they march to the masters tune

finally come the Priests and Lords,

the Ladies of lore and wisdom.

They laugh;

down on the little people,

worker slave, they cry

"Harken to us plebeians

of most contemptible nature,

we are your superiors

the chosen ones of the Man."

They work their mathematical magic,

and the master grabs greedily

at his stack of ever growing wealth.

All is smoothly running,

so the Corporate Empire

sits back on it's laurels

and relaxes in a state

of self confidence and arrogance;

deaf to the sound

of the end approaching.

It is here,

It is now:

Lone centurion on patrol,

trips and discovers

the end in the form of a hole,

in a voice of command

he orders suspect to arise

and face judgement.

It comes,

as a brown furry gopher,

rodent of little harm

scampers out and grins;

"Fascist guard bring me substance,

and I will set you free."

The guard runs like lightning,

reacts, thoughts of freedom

spur him on to the kitchen

to get required food.

The guard returns

and the gopher

devours the meal,

the pact is made;

the end comes.

 

Night falls and the moon rises

clear, crisp, clean

Lords and Ladies,

the Master safe in dream land

they turn uneasily tonight;

creeping through woods

the army is approaching

Kipple comes

let none stand in it's path.

At day break the Corporation

once again starts wheels in motion:

Just another day,

or is it?

 

Two great towers shudder once

then twice

a final time

which makes it thrice,

pressure mounts

then charge:

The walls are besieged

by massive Kipple

Animals and Plants

of every shape and form,

Insects, Scum and Dust

Cobwebs, Rust

hit with grinding impact,

causing momentary freedom.

The slaves react;

they rip off their uniforms

and throw down their tools

running like wild naked apes,

they attack all they see.

Using Nail, Claw, Bite,

Fist, Kick, Punch

they destroy property

and then people.

First to die are

goon like centurions,

prison guards;

Except the young centurion,

he runs naked with the pack:

Panic stricken,

guests try to escape in vain

but are cut down

by the savage mob.

The outer walls crumble,

forest animals and naked apes

hail each other

they begin again new violence.

They rush the Temple

throw down the doors

forcing the Siren

down to the ground,

they rape her.

Ten score apes ravish her

filling her with molten lust;

then they take her

up into one tower

and hurl her to the ground.

The Bitch dies in a puddle

of her own blood:

Searching the Temple further,

for the High Priestess

they find her;

dead by her own hand.

They ransack the Temple;

then, return through secret tunnels

arrive at the den of magicians

who create profit for the master.

The Lords and Ladies see apes,

and flee horrified;

but to no avail.

They die and scream

in anguish and surprise.

Then there is Silence:

 

Torches are lit

and a wall of flesh and fur

surrounds the fortress.

None shall pass the forest animal,

nor the naked ape.

All remaining will perish

in the purifying flames,

the Empire gone;

only rubble and ruin remain

to tell of its passing.

The naked apes are gone;

accepted back by the masses,

to the safety of Decent Society

only the ruins stand,

crawling with scavengers

and parasites

eating the flesh and bones

of the remaining corpses.

 

A Snake slithers along

the edge of a razor blade.

A family of Maggots

live warm and cozy

in the skull cavity of a body,

feasting on the now inert grey ooze

that once was a brain.

Ravens feed on

glazed charred eyeballs,

while wax like skin and intestines

nourish a brood of Spiders.

The battle field is picked clean,

the parasites depart

leaving ruin that time

soon will efface completely.

Rocks turn to dust,

blow away in the wind;

all is gone.

Eventually all

is a grassy dell

like long ago.

The Man and his Kingdom,

faded memories.

 

The gopher is wise,

for he knows

there is no room

for Corporation

in the land of Kipple's domain.

[Lateralis]

damn but you're good.

 

sun's setting over me and all that has been dreamed.

[Darth Eggplant]

thank you!

very high praise indeed

coming from the land

of some of the greatest

peots, authors and writers

of all time.

[JofaGuht]

I read Sinister Eggmen like you told me to and I found it very deep and thought-provoking.

 

It is somewhat me I guess(Trying as hard as I can be to be original) But I do act differently on forums than I actually I am. I just release my angst a bit. I'm always doing a little pre-association typing.

 

But yeah, you wrote basically my entire environment. There are so many screaming posers around me that do that.

 

I love the idea (or fact) about commercialism taking advantage of these people trying to be individuals. I'm always yelling at my very Goth brother(all chains, spiked hair, spiked gaunlets, tall boots, black make-up) I yell at him, "If you're going to try to be an individual, do you have to pay so much for it?"

 

I love the poem a lot. I'll have to make Jen read it.

 

Maybe I should try some so SADs myself.

 

That poem reminds me. Have you ever seen SLC punk? That is a very good movie.

[Darth Eggplant]

I'm glad you read the post Jofa and let's see, I just want to clear up something right now, posting as we do, is sort of like intelectual jousting, I can not speak for you, but I will speak for myself. I am a very odd duck myself. I am very opinionated, selfcentered at times, and can be art fagish and pretetious myself. I also many many times on purpose play the devil's advocate just to childishly get a rise out of someone or sometimes to wierd science see how others will respond to what I post. I guess I am just trying like most people do to kind of be like look at me, look at me! I mean I do not know you, or what life you lead, how good it is, or how bad, so sometimes one can when talking to quasi strangers go too far over the line or the edge trying to be funny, cool or savy. There are many times when I post things on this forum, that make others cringe. my style of posting is very offensive to some, I have people PM me basically saying hey don't post like you do. I also sometimes read posts by poeple and I think what were they on about there? I mean I can honestly say that I have several friends now online that I enjoy chating with quite a bit, and even they sometimes post stuff I wonder about, or might even object to, however I eat a double chocolate chip cookie; her is a virtual one for you; open up another bottle of Coke and smile count to ten and take it all in as part of lif'es big joke. I mean we are bits and bytes on this forum, user names and fake personae's, where we live, who we are and what we are really like, hell most of us are still trying to figure that out ourselves. so basically I am offering you the sacred evil bone, a peace offering in case you feel your feathers were ruffled. Now having said this all I can say is that I am sure there are still going to be moments of friction, disagreement and variations of characters online, between myself and other forum members and vice a versa. all I can say is unfortunately for most, until I ever get banned from the forums (they have recinded my PM priveledges so they are trying. you and those whom I rub the wrong way will just have to sort of tolerate this vegetable slurry byproduct.) which is DarthEggplant. so I will kind of try not to bait you so much Jofa, but I have to admit, wickedly it is kind of fun sometimes. sorry.

[JofaGuht]

I never do take what people say online offensiviely. I barely even take what people say in front of my face offensively. Yet I do try to consider who I am from different sides. So if one says "this one poem reminds me of you" I'm going to read it(and that's basically just human curiosity as well) I use internet bashing to release angst, its **** I don't want to say out loud to other people. You probably have heard me rant about being a liberal athiest in a christian conservative community. But otherwise I really don't care, so you don't have to write me an essay about it.

 

I did really like the poem. I think it is brilliant. I'll have to read some more of your stuff. what is the so SAD concept anyway? I don't hang in the blue casket often let me know here.

 

By the way I did try to PM you. It keeps saying you're all filled up.

[Darth Eggplant]

SAD

Splinters

of Surrealism

and Driftwood

they are a poetry trilogy I wrote

a long time ago, and they are the

three different headings or topics

of poems I post in the Blue Casket.

each section has a different view askew

of life and things in general.

also my PM does not work???

I do not know you have to icq

or email me if you want to talk.

icq is #151128733

email sinistereggplant@hotmail.com

or MSN sinsitereggplant

or email sinistereggplant@3web.net

personally that Residents album

the one you said was good,

my 3web email can take large files

if you have mp3's of this Residents

CD and care to enlighten me;

well I'm all ears!

[The Welshwoman]

...

 

It's people like you who make me want to commit sepuku...<sniff> <sob> <sniff> It's just that..man, why are you so darned good?? You write so well and so MUCH, makes me realise how bland my poetry is(and how seldom inspiration comes to me)

 

oh, oh, you think you'd be willing to give poetry classes??

[The Welshwoman]

PS: I don't think you got that private message I sent you, Darth-sama..did you?

[Darth Eggplant]

never send me PM messages,

I never get them.

my fan site like my PM priviledges

are non GFN related.

my emails are

sinister.eggplant@3web.net

and sinistereggplant@hotmail.com

I also use MSN messenger a lot

and icq #151128733

and I have lots of time

to talk reason and rhyme