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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #555 on: February 01, 2016, 02:03:44 AM »
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Deception Denied, About To Collide

The doorway enveloped.
Shadowy tendrils spread.
Chasing, seeking, unstopped,
The ill-intent of the dead.

Turned their back, can't see.
In discussions embroiled,
Is Mikkel and Tuuri,
Removed from the souls spoiled.

To Tuuri's deception,
Mikkel was ever wise.
Not Reynir's conception,
She could hardly disguise...

Mikkel knows manipulation,
Siblings he has enough.
Of Reynir's capitulation,
He could tell of the bluff.

Keep cards close to the chest.
Change the subject, OK, sure.
Of siblings, not the eldest,
But maybe the most mature.

Soon about to be adjourned.
With ancient books out of print.
On the side the other returned,
And a collision imminent...

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Oh Your Lies (based on Overdrive by the Foo Fighters)

Coming down, the fibs you sound
You didn't think I added up
Reynir's just a clueless hound
He's never such a clever pup
You changed and soon, changed your tune
Turning like a wheel inside your head

I know right what siblings are like
You didn't think that I'd have some
Didn't I find out in time?
And you blamed the red-haired one
You changed and soon, changed your tune
Turning like a wheel inside your head

Oh your lies just make me shake my head
Oh your lies just make me shake my head
Oh your lies just make me shake my head
Oh Tuuri, just confess

Rumbled now while we're outside
It's time you started owning up
I take it all within my stride
I know you lied so give it up
You changed and soon, changed your tune
Turning like a wheel inside your head

Oh your lies just make me shake my head
Oh your lies just make me shake my head
Oh your lies just make me shake my head
Oh Tuuri, changed the subject, just confess

You change and then you change again
Turning like a wheel inside your head

Coming down, the fibs you sound
You didn't think I added up
Reynir's just a clueless hound
He's never such a clever pup
You changed and soon, changed your tune
Turning like a wheel inside your head

Oh your lies just make me shake my head
Oh your lies just make me shake my head
Oh your lies just make me shake my head
Oh Tuuri, just confess

Oh your lies just make me shake my head (oh your lies just make me shake my head)
Oh your lies just make me shake my head (oh your lies just make me shake my head)
Oh your lies just make me shake my head
Oh Tuuri, changed the subject
Oh Tuuri, changed the subject, just confess
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #556 on: February 02, 2016, 01:34:59 AM »
Pg 463

It's Mutiny, But You Can't Fire Me

Look here at what we've stumbled upon.
Faces surprised, all wide eyes drawn.
It's fearless leader and her faithful pawn.
And finally, the realisation, it dawns.

One word spoken is all - "Mutiny."
She wants to fire the medic instantly.
But alas, cannot dismiss him so easily.
She hasn't the prerequisite authority.

She can however leave him dead in a ditch.
But if she does, who can she get to stitch?
"No, no." Mikkel says, he has no such itch.
To usurp the leader, the most best of which.

He just saved them a day's work, that is all.
Sigrun unconvinced, on his sword he shall fall.
No thanks are forthcoming from Sigrun, appalled.
Consider this a black mark by his name on the wall.

Tuuri announces their return to her cousin.
He missed the whole fuss while there he was snoozin'.
A whole week of sleep Lalli will not be refusin'.
At last, Tuuri finally notices the radio buzzin'.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #557 on: February 03, 2016, 02:24:04 AM »
Pg 464

No Worries, Tuuri Please

Tuuri shouts out "No!" in alarm.
Reply while eating their pasta like yarn.
After he grabs Trond's microphone arm.
Onni asks if sister's in any harm,

Tuuri surprised by sudden Finnish,
Onni is there, just as she wished.
Too sad to be alone, blubbing like a fish?
He was not so, stubbornly picks up his dish.

Maybe he was but he wouldn't ever admit.
Too broken up by the familial split,
Acting tough while the message transmits,
No one shall know of the brother in bits.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #558 on: February 04, 2016, 04:54:14 AM »
Pg 465

Strange Is He, Seriously?

Of communications,
Wonders Tuuri,
There's complications,
But not a concern to thee.

Then Torbjörn's shout
That is the cue.
Hurry them out,
All of the non-essential crew.

Pass Mikkel the line,
Time for his turn.
Everything's fine,
Time to reveal what he's learnt.

Got any land maps?
Trond leaves the scene,
Back with a snap,
While Onni disses the cuisine.

Lalli sleeping in spite,
Of Emil's pokes and prods.
He's just out like a light.
This non-reaction appears rather odd.

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He's Sleeping All Day Long
(based on You Shook Me All Night Long by AC/DC)

It's the strangest scene
What does it all mean?
What's going on inside this feline dream
And he barely breathes
Get up now please
With him lying there I can't feel at ease
Tell me what's going on,
Where has Lalli gone?
This is quite the strangest phenomenon
'Cause his face I'm pokin'
The words I've spoken
He seems all broken
He still hasn't woken and

He's sleeping all day long
Yeah he's sleeping all day long

Working double time
On reconnaissance line
This friend of mine, he doesn't seem fine
He's out of the groove
He hasn't improved
I'm poking at him and there's barely a move
Still sleeping somehow
I just headed out
Now I'm back at his side, see his reaction now
'Cause his face I'm pokin'
The words I've spoken
He seems all broken
He still hasn't woken and

He's sleeping all day long
Yeah he's sleeping all day long

And there's no response and now
He's sleeping all day long
I'm really shakin' and
He's sleeping all day long
Yeah he's sleeping
Well too deep in

It's really creepy and
He's sleeping all day long
Ooooh
He's sleeping all day long
Yeah, yeah,
He's sleeping all day long
It's really creepy and he
Yeah he's sleeping, yeah he's sleeping
All day long
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #559 on: February 05, 2016, 12:13:07 AM »
Pg 466

No One Gets it, Not Even A Bit

Nobody cares about Lalli at all,
Talking about an old hospital.
A bit off the trail but reachable.
Just give the damn medic a golden medal.

But they can't be sure what those vials contained,
With the bodies, cures are unlikely, Mikkel explained.
It's best to keep that excitement restrained.
Until something positive can be ascertained.

Sigrun's brimming with hostile jealousy.
Praise not the ringleader of the mutiny.
A valuable find, a vaccine would be.
Even half working would be great for the country.

Siv with her world weary face laments.
Her job was pointless and utter torment.
Torbjörn insists that wasn't what he meant.
The time in her research was not very well spent.


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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #560 on: February 08, 2016, 02:04:00 AM »
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You're All Wimpy, Let's Go And See

It might be worth it,
According to Tor,
To change their route a bit,
He'll of course pay them more.

But according to Taru,
No, her choice, she sticks.
Uncharted spots, going through,
It's a plan that's moronic.

Not to be negative,
Tor's wife has to agree.
The wise heads Taru and Siv,
To have information to see.

The investigation can wait,
Keep the mission short.
OK, enough of the debate,
The ball's in Sigrun's court.

The brave leader speaks.
They're eating awful sludge.
Let's go for a peek, and
Make it worth the trudge.

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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #561 on: February 09, 2016, 05:52:50 AM »
Pg 468

Rule Of Cool, Objection Overruled.

There's zero reason,
According to Sigrun,
Even babies know.
She of course says to go.

Well, she's made the call.
Taru's face says it all.
Onni pricks up his ears.
Trond says what he wants to hear.

Before Mikkel's on the gas,
Sigrun won't let this pass.
A problem in the way,
Better know what to say!

He quickly apologises,
The finding duties were not his.
And by his own admission,
He didn't have her permission.

Sigrun's appeased, at least some.
His dumb stunt, not all dumb.
However he's still labelled mutinist.
He's still being kept on her list.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #562 on: February 10, 2016, 04:13:33 AM »
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Sun Down, Swede Frown

Sigrun shows off her list, but
Only one name does it consist.
Most tend to have more than the one.
But not like the others, is leader Sigrun.

Others need to have less stupid in taking.
Now chop, chop get with the food sludge a-making.
With the others together collect all their meals.
While one man is separate, alone with his feels.

Dinner is served, bowls of the stuff.
Emil alone eats, his face in a huff.
He sits with his buddy, on the side of the bed.
As daylight falls, dimming light red.

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If You Want Sludge
(based on If You Want Blood by AC/DC)

It's horrible
This substance I abhor
Horrible
Please don't give me any more
You get huntin' for nothin'
This dinner is a bust
And it's all that we've got
Flavour can't adjust

If you want sludge, you got it
If you want sludge, you got it
Sludge, what we eat
Sludge, taste like socks
Sludge, makes me shudder
Every last drop
You want sludge
You got it
Yes you have

It's terrible
This stuff tastes like shoe
Terrible
The sludge that they feed to you
Feelin' like a sick dog
Feeding us this poop
Sick to the stomach
With this slimy goop

If you want sludge, you got it
If you want sludge, you got it
Sludge, what we eat
Sludge, taste like socks
Sludge, makes me shudder
Every last drop
You want sludge
We got it
O positive

Sludge, taste like socks
Sludge, what we eat
Sludge, we could die
Sludge, taste like feet
If you want sludge
You got it

I want you to feed it me

If you want sludge, you got it
If you want sludge, you got it
If you want sludge, you got it
If you want sludge, you got it

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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #563 on: February 11, 2016, 04:19:57 AM »
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In His Eyes Trust, Go Now, They Must

Of his green little eye,
Out of the corner,
In the distance, espy,
He must now warn her.

A terrible sight,
Familiar to him.
Into the light,
Horrors, tall and slim.

Like columns amassed,
Wading into view,
The bleak sight contrast,
To light coming through.

"We need to go."
No time to explain.
Gradually now,
Oh, here come the slain.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #564 on: February 12, 2016, 09:21:33 AM »
Pg 471

The Things, At The Place, Get Out Of My Face!

The spirits are here!
He dreamt of death.
Frantic at her ear.
Barely a breath.

The sun is setting,
They can go nowhere,
While Reynir's fretting,
He's panicking, scared.

"Tell Sigrun", he says,
The message is garbled.
Sigrun is left dazed.
Has he lost his marbles?

The scout all the while,
Inside his haven,
Sees incoming hostiles,
Creep to enslave them...
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #565 on: February 15, 2016, 12:16:06 AM »
Pg 472

They Prey, Must Disobey

"Are you a moron?"
It's late in the day.
Most of the light gone,
So there they will stay.

They won't leave today.
Sigrun dismisses them.
He says drive anyway,
He won't be condemned.

Don't listen to Sigrun,
You're fine with disobeying!
Grabs her arm, she's stunned.
What game is he playing?

Dark digits into the shield
Surrounding the scout.
But the powers Lalli wields,
No longer keep it without.

With a greater force,
Cracks open, penetration,
Coming, without remorse,
With it, eternal damnation.

No longer can withhold,
The shape forces through.
Peril, great, black and cold,
And it comes, now, for you...

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Forcefield Won't Hold 'Em
(based on Stairway To Heaven by Led Zeppelin)

There's a braidy who saw all the swirling black souls
And I'm trying, the forcefield won't hold 'em
How they got here, who knows? Though the way in was closed
They came into my dream the dark horrors
Ooh, ooh, and I'm trying, the forcefield won't hold 'em

There's a barrier force but in through they tore
'Cause it's my dream time, I'm in transition
Through the trees by the lake, oh the trouble they bring
And my haven's becoming a prison

Ooh, the shadows hunger
Ooh, the shadows hunger

They're coming, the threats, it's a terrible test
And my forcefield is cracking and breaching
In my dream, cannot scream, the damned souls unredeemed
And the faceless terrors who come looking

Ooh, the shadows hunger
Ooh, the undead spirits hunger

And the figures come soon, through my magic cocoon
Then the magic will be dead in this season
And the soul will be gone, it won't be too long
And the forests will empty thereafter

If there's a creature in your rainbow, raise the alarm now,
Here comes the unclean, through my mage screen
Yes, I and my shield tried to deny, but in the dead come
There's no time to fight before I'm gone
And the shadows hunger

These things are coming and I should go, these spirits just grow
The danger's lurking and it looks grim
No safety, can I fight these mad foes? No, I don't know
My forcefield dies as it just let them in

And as they tear in through the wall
These shadows follow from the holes
Here stalks the shady ebon ghosts
They drain our life, our very souls
Take everything and turn to stone
And soon this prison's a grave yard
They soon will come to you at last
When all are one and one is all
For all and soon the bell will toll

And I'm trying, the forcefield won't hold 'em
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #566 on: February 16, 2016, 01:00:50 AM »
Pg 473

Hands in Head, Can't Go To Bed, Soon They Be Dead

What to do? He can't do anything,
He clutches his face in desperation.
Tuuri pulls away from his arm clinging,
He's not ready for this confrontation.

Tuuri's response is not a good one,
The braided one is then overwhelmed.
Any good ideas now? He has none,
But he is not the one stuck in magic realm...

Lalli meanwhile is in his own little bubble,
Frantically in a smaller make-shift cocoon.
Raising his arms to repel the dark trouble.
The end is coming, coming too soon.

He closes his eyes for the inevitable.
The scene shifts back to cat-looking car.
As if he is forcing himself awake by will,
Before he is permanent and mentally scarred.

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Trouble Vision (based on Double Vision by Foreigner)

Feelin' down surrounded, feelin' kind of weak
My magic's no longer at its peak
This time is such a bad time, ain't got time to waste
I cannot stick around till shadow's in my face

In my space now it's trouble vision
I gotta raise my bubble vision
Ooh, when it gets through to me, it's always new to me
My trouble vision will be the death of me

Never do more than I, I really need
My mind is racing, need my body back at speed
Tonight's the night, I'm gonna push it to the limit
I have to reappear at this very minute

In my space now it's trouble vision
I gotta raise my bubble vision
Ooh, when it gets through to me, it's always new to me
My trouble vision now it seems will be the death of me, the death of me, yeah

Ooh, trouble vision, I need bubble vision
It takes me out of my head, takin' me out of my head
I get my trouble vision
Oh, seeing trouble trouble
Oh, I have bubble vision, yeah, I'm getting trouble vision
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #567 on: February 16, 2016, 10:37:44 PM »
Pg 474

Still In Dream? Only A Scream

Lalli's noises are most unusual,
Choking sounds a cause for concern.
Ignoring for so long, inexcusible!
But at least signs of life have returned.

While Lalli's making fits
Emil gets no help he's looking for
He's not quite choking, it's
Something rather much more.

Briefly the noises stop, only so brief.
He opens his mouth but no sound emits.
The respite however causes no relief.
A loud scream comes, all their ears split.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #568 on: February 17, 2016, 09:50:52 PM »
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Kitten Shrieked, Havoc Wreaked

The screaming guy is still unawakened,
Despite Emil attempting to shake him,
The siren blaring makes them uneasy.
Sigrun while talking, feeling queasy.

Mikkel, hands on ears, can't take much more.
And unfortunate Sigrun drops to the floor.
The kitten alarm too starts to shriek,
At the noise, or at Sigrun, who's feeling weak?

Tuuri and Reynir are staring wide-eyed.
Both of their mouths agape, horrified.
They appear to be in a sticky muddle.
The kitten in its own terrified puddle...

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Fall To Damnation (based on Shake Your Foundations by AC/DC)

Hear the screamin', in the air
I got my hands coverin' my hair
It ain't good, cause the noise is a shriek
I'm feelin' queasy, dizzy and weak
I seize up an' I sink towards the floor
I'm in trouble an' cannae take no more
No-one can help us and we cannae fight
We're gonna lose our lives tonight

Alright, alright
Aii-aii! No! Fall to damnation
Aii-aii! No! Fallin' to the floor
Aii-aii! No! Fall to damnation
Aii-aii! No! Fallin'

I was shaking the absentee
She's getting sick of the noise, you see
He was wailing, was he sick?
Screaming off his head, like a lunatic
Help me, help me please
Wake this animal, and help him to breathe
Stop this, stop this sound
Then Sigrun went crashing to the ground
Fell down, to ground

Aii-aii! No! Fall to damnation
Aii-aii! No! Fallin' to the floor
Aii-aii! No! Fall to damnation
Aii-aii! No! Fallin' to the floor

Aii-aii! No! Fall to damnation
Aii-aii! No! Fallin' to the floor
Aii-aii! No! Fall to damnation
Aii-aii! No! Fallin'

It comes tonight, this shadow bites
We're gonna be stuck in this plight
This foul land shakes me to the core
This situation sucks an' we cannae take no more
Onto the floor

Aii-aii! No! Fall to damnation
Aii-aii! No! Fallin' to the floor
Aii-aii! No! Fall to damnation
Aii-aii! No! Fallin' to the floor
We're not fine!
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #569 on: February 19, 2016, 12:18:21 AM »
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Keep To The Light As The Cat and Swede Fights

Seeing the crumpled heaps on the ground,
Tuuri, at last, puts the pedal down.
Racing away from the unknown threat post-haste.
Have to escape before they're laid waste.

Lalli is grunting incoherent noises.
Limbs flailing, head full of voices.
Pulling on Emil's hair, most painful, indeed,
The Swede fighting with him to get freed.

Reynir, still kneeling, pleads to the skies.
Ghosts go away, and spare all their lives.
He implores "G-go away, please go away!"
So far it's been such a terrible day...
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