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[ECS]

Finally got my site up and running...if you're into punk poetry, let me know what you think:


http://norulespress.com/



ECS

[ECS]

Thought you guys might enjoy a taste.....

C.E.O.

Fuck you

and your ivory

tower.

Squeeze the juices

from my life,

and

turn them

into

gold for your whores.

Grow fat from my

sweat,

and pretend you care.

Fool the masses with your illusions,

but I can see what you

conceal.

Enjoy your ride

while you can,

fucker,

‘cause it won’t last forever.

When we come for you

on the darkest night,

your pawns will part,

and

lead us

straight

to your lair.

ECS

  

Edited by ECS, 12 March 2012 - 01:34 PM.

[ECS]

Another just for the hell of it....



  

The TLA

Crushed.

Pushed.

And pulled.

Masses of movement become one.

A tide of flesh.

A heartbeat of drums.

An undercurrent of bass, and the scream of a guitar stir lost emotions.

A voice laid bare, slams through the microphone.

Words tear through the night as the bodies clash and meld in the heat.

Arms raised in union,

sweat stinging in their eyes,

they bond deep below society.

90 minutes of rawness.

Brought to an end when the lights come up on an empty stage.

Lost souls spill into the street.

Together,

but alone,

they carry the embers within.

.

  

Edited by ECS, 13 March 2012 - 08:40 PM.

[ECS]

one more for punkrockgeek.....

Phoenix

Dull eyes and dead minds,

everywhere.

Sheep to pasture.

Fed the banal thoughts of corporate America.

They grow fat,

content in their cocoons.

I walk among them,

but I am not the same.

I only play their games,

and follow their rules for the sake of others.

One day I will release the light that burns in my soul,

and they will fall before me, ashen and hollow.

I will rise above the clouds.

Free.

Edited by ECS, 18 March 2012 - 01:42 PM.

[ECS]

more from the dark places....

Scar

Where did it come from?

I imagine at the time it

hurt deeply,

and bled

ruby

red.

Too much time has passed,

and my memory is weak.

Nothing now, but a pale jagged line,

a reminder  of forgotten days

and unbridled nights.

I yearn now for those lost passions,

and

curse

the responsibilities that keep me

insulated

from

new wounds.

Corporate Life

A small cog

in a very large machine

knows it’s place,

and keeps the pace.

Day

after

day,

year

after

year.

Always moving,

working,

but never gaining ground.

Accepting the futility of it’s destiny,

  it follows the lead of countless others,

while

   secretly dreaming

of a catastrophic clash

  to release the

   monotony,

  and

  stop

  the

   madness.

Succubus

I can feel the

evil

in her subtle movements.

Hear the

anguish

beneath her smoky whispers.

See the

darkness

behind her ivory smile.

But,

I can not look away,

or

leave.

Blackness wrapped in purest silk.

Skin, smooth like bullet proof glass

that warms to my

touch.

She knows my

weakness.

I’ve chosen my poison,

and drink deep

from

the

well.

No regrets.

No tuning back.

Only desire

and

release.

Until the end

of my

days.

ECS

Edited by ECS, 11 April 2012 - 07:16 PM.

[All Dead]

ECS, on 11 April 2012 - 07:14 PM, said:

Succubus

I can feel the

evil

in her subtle movements.

Hear the

anguish

beneath her smoky whispers.

See the

darkness

behind her ivory smile.

But,

I can not look away,

or

leave.

Blackness wrapped in purest silk.

Skin, smooth like bullet proof glass

that warms to my

touch.

She knows my

weakness.

I’ve chosen my poison,

and drink deep

from

the

well.

No regrets.

No tuning back.

Only desire

and

release.

Until the end

of my

days.

ECS

What about my ex-girlfriend?

EDIT: You even posted it on her birthday. Well done sir, well done.

[ECS]

All Dead, on 12 April 2012 - 07:28 AM, said:

What about my ex-girlfriend?

EDIT: You even posted it on her birthday. Well done sir, well done.

AD, just saw your edit...sounds like you need a new girl...how about this one:

Rose

I met a beautiful girl

at a gig in the city.

Raven haired and ruby lipped.

Her ivory skin set ablaze

with technicolor tattoos.

We talk

and

connect.

She asks…

and I tell her…

I carry my tattoos on the inside,

revealed only to those of my choosing.

ECS

[All Dead]

ECS, on 19 April 2012 - 10:56 AM, said:

AD, just saw your edit...sounds like you need a new girl...how about this one:

Been there, done that. Piece of shit still deserves to get hit by a bus, though.


Yeah, I'm bitter.

[ECS]

All Dead, on 22 April 2012 - 06:57 PM, said:

Been there, done that. Piece of shit still deserves to get hit by a bus, though.


Yeah, I'm bitter.

Yeah man, I hear you. Been down that road a few times myself.

Sounds like you could use a drink...how about this one:

Again

I told myself the last time

was

the

last

time.

But I’ve never been much for absolutes.

One foot on the rail,

both elbows on the bar.

Head down.

Shot in hand.

I tip the glass and roll it in my fingers.

There’s no denying the attraction.

Cool as quicksilver,

it rolls down my throat.

An old, yellow-faced clock ticks off the minutes.

I know I should be home,

but I’m feeling

good,

and the wildness is calling.

ECS

[ECS]

Feeling a bit overwhelmed today...thought I'd share:

S.O.S

I am drowning on dry land,

in thin air,

a thousand feet above sea level.

Not a drop of water

touches my skin,

and still I struggle

to catch my

breath.

Debt

and

responsibility

hold me under,

and refuse

to ease their grip,

but I will not go down easily.

Fighting rising tides

and crashing waves,

I snatch quick breaths

between the swells,

and

treasure the fresh air

that fills my aching lungs.

These small breaks to the surface

are what keep me

alive.

They grow farther apart

and shorter in duration,

but

I know they will come

again,

if I am willing to swim strong and hard

against the dark currents

of

suburbia.

ECS

Edited by ECS, 23 May 2012 - 09:27 PM.

[Steve]

thats deeeep bro

[ECS]

Rapture


What do you believe?

What gets you through jet black days
and starless nights?

What quiets your fears when
chaos rages in your ears
and drowns out your world?

Will you put your fate in the hands of a god
you’ve never met,
and cross your fingers as you take your last breath,
hoping you’ve made the right choice?


Not me baby.

Ice cold beers will quench my fiery demons,
and a white hot piece of ass
will warm me on death’s bed.

I will walk my crooked path
strong and unafraid,
knowing that the weakest souls
and strongest structures will all
eventually
return to earth.

I will join them one day,

but if you are reading these words,
I will not be
alone.

ECS

[ECS]

Haven't been around in a while....

Release

There's a wolf in my bedroom closet.

Kept secure

under lock and key,

hidden

from view,

and

forgotten

by his pack.

He claws at the door

and fights to escape

on lonely Winter nights when strong drink

stirs

my

soul.

I feel for him...

trapped,

and cut off from the forest where he used to run

wild.

I am tempted to release him...

to let him tear out my throat

and taste my blood,

to let him return to the dark woods of his past.

One turn of the rusted iron key

will change both of our lives

forever,

but only if I am strong enough to

commit.

His snarls call to my desire

as the latch swings

free.

Crimson footprints fall

on virgin snow.

His howls echo under a silver moon,

and we are

one

in the shadows.

ECS