Post by contention on Jan 28, 2006 12:22:46 GMT -5
(Anaylsis at Bottom)
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Blah, I heavily have a disdain toward this one than any of my other pieces. I wanted to try and write some lyrics. But eventually while going along I couldn't come up with a chorus or anything else to fit in its place. This style is sort of new for me in its own fashion. I rarely sum stanzas up this quickly, and for that I dislike a lot about this poem. Though I hope I got the main message across. Red Posies more less stand for love. We all have love in us, we see it in our dreams and in our visions. No matter what happens to us, take "Revolution" - Change, or "Melody of the lost" - Death, we still love. Love does not change over time, in fact it mocks it by never forgetting the pains that it has endured.
When those fall in love they do not think of love as lasting forever or being able to be crushed. Wind stands for an issue, since wind can either be a good or bad source in the world. I focused on wind being destructive. Thus when we weep for love, or want another form of it we crave lust and that creates sin. The "Beneath Your Petals" Stanza stands for the fact that the true face of love is a destructive one. We never look at love, nor try to understand it. But if you were to "Lift its petals" You would see that it is smiling at you, in a crooked fashion. Crooked meaning insane in its own way. The "If I were young" line stands for some obvious things. When were young we so easily fall in love, thus we would smell the flowers with so much intensity. Now the scent of it makes us spew or cough up.
The flower being a weed in our hands goes off everything from earlier. Love also takes away your life plans, anything you had in mind would be destroyed. The rain stanza states that no matter how much it rained "purity" the flower would not lose its stench. Notice the shift to stench from scent. Which do you think sounds sweeter? The last two stanzas are obvious, but there you go thats all I can really say. And I hope in some way it has something in there, but in reality this is probally really horrible hahaha.
Little Red posies,
You dance in my dreams;
From the shade of existence,
To the wallowing stream.
Through the stampede of Revolution,
To the melody of the lost;
Your immoral gestures,
Pay dearly for their costs.
Trapped in that Bed,
Oh how you mock,
A lifeless circle
Of a turning clock.
Faceless by observation,
Yet touched by our wind;
The tears you deliver,
Feed the fertile sin.
Beneath your petals,
Drenched in the wild;
Doth lie a gracious grin,
Crooked in its style.
If I were young,
And you were new;
I’d savor your scent,
But for now I spew.
What a wicked growth,
A weed in our hands;
Disguised as a guide,
Yet a taker of our plans.
Rain, oh rain,
Can’t wash away,
The stench you bring
Of a dying day.
Remorse shall nuture,
Fear will drive;
The changing of your colors,
To keep you alive.
Little Red Posies,
Thou shall not wilt;
For you do thrive,
In the bounty of our guilt.
You dance in my dreams;
From the shade of existence,
To the wallowing stream.
Through the stampede of Revolution,
To the melody of the lost;
Your immoral gestures,
Pay dearly for their costs.
Trapped in that Bed,
Oh how you mock,
A lifeless circle
Of a turning clock.
Faceless by observation,
Yet touched by our wind;
The tears you deliver,
Feed the fertile sin.
Beneath your petals,
Drenched in the wild;
Doth lie a gracious grin,
Crooked in its style.
If I were young,
And you were new;
I’d savor your scent,
But for now I spew.
What a wicked growth,
A weed in our hands;
Disguised as a guide,
Yet a taker of our plans.
Rain, oh rain,
Can’t wash away,
The stench you bring
Of a dying day.
Remorse shall nuture,
Fear will drive;
The changing of your colors,
To keep you alive.
Little Red Posies,
Thou shall not wilt;
For you do thrive,
In the bounty of our guilt.
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Blah, I heavily have a disdain toward this one than any of my other pieces. I wanted to try and write some lyrics. But eventually while going along I couldn't come up with a chorus or anything else to fit in its place. This style is sort of new for me in its own fashion. I rarely sum stanzas up this quickly, and for that I dislike a lot about this poem. Though I hope I got the main message across. Red Posies more less stand for love. We all have love in us, we see it in our dreams and in our visions. No matter what happens to us, take "Revolution" - Change, or "Melody of the lost" - Death, we still love. Love does not change over time, in fact it mocks it by never forgetting the pains that it has endured.
When those fall in love they do not think of love as lasting forever or being able to be crushed. Wind stands for an issue, since wind can either be a good or bad source in the world. I focused on wind being destructive. Thus when we weep for love, or want another form of it we crave lust and that creates sin. The "Beneath Your Petals" Stanza stands for the fact that the true face of love is a destructive one. We never look at love, nor try to understand it. But if you were to "Lift its petals" You would see that it is smiling at you, in a crooked fashion. Crooked meaning insane in its own way. The "If I were young" line stands for some obvious things. When were young we so easily fall in love, thus we would smell the flowers with so much intensity. Now the scent of it makes us spew or cough up.
The flower being a weed in our hands goes off everything from earlier. Love also takes away your life plans, anything you had in mind would be destroyed. The rain stanza states that no matter how much it rained "purity" the flower would not lose its stench. Notice the shift to stench from scent. Which do you think sounds sweeter? The last two stanzas are obvious, but there you go thats all I can really say. And I hope in some way it has something in there, but in reality this is probally really horrible hahaha.