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Seven Days In Stalingrad
SEVEN DAYS IN STALINGRAD
VERSE 1:
He wore a cross of iron;
He wore a helm of steel.
He dug his berth six feet
beneath the ground.
White heat of a signal flare
Was all that he could feel–
Just before a shrapnel storm
came streaming down.
CHORUS:
The sun spins ‘round
in a circle in the sky;
The crow flies south
as another young man dies.
The snow dusts his lips
as his blood stains the ground;
An altar among many
that will never be found.
VERSE 2:
He bore a cross of iron;
He bore a heart of steel.
He dragged his bones beyond
a skeleton town.
The shrill scream of a Sturmovik
was all that he could hear–
Just before a cordite cone
crashed to the ground.
CHORUS:
The sun spins ‘round
in a circle in the sky;
The crow flies south
as another young man dies.
The snow dusts his lips
as his blood stains the ground;
An altar among many
that will never be found.
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Literature
Under the Radar (UPDATED)
UNDER THE RADAR
VERSE 1:
Watching flashing figures
crawl across the screens;
Every waking hour spent
deciphering their meaning
Lying awake at midnight
all alone inside my bed;
listening to shifting signals
cascading through my head
CHORUS A:
Under ideal conditions
Receiving your transmissions
Out of sorts
Out of sight
Out of mind
Manifesto inspired
Stripped, spliced and hot-wired
Pray to God
That no-one
Jacks the line
VERSE 2:
Crawling under the radar;
slithering on the sand
Spinning on the Catherine Wheel
overhead and under-handed
T-minus-ten to midnight
all alone inside my head;
For all I know for sure
I might already be dead
CHORUS A:
Under ideal conditions
Receiving your transmissions
Out of sorts
Out of sight
Out of mind
Manifesto inspired
Stripped, spliced and hot-wired
Pray to God
That no-one
Jacks the line
[BRIDGE]
CHORUS B:
Under ideal conditions
Receiving your transmissions
Out of tense
Out of touch
Out of time
Manifesto inspired
Stripped, spliced and hot-wired
Pray to God
Th
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Literature
A World Where God Cried
A World Where God Cried: Visiting The National Holocaust Museum
It was a beautiful Saturday in early August of 2008, during a weekend jaunt to the nation’s capital city. Then a lanky, bespectacled teenager fresh out of high school, I, my father, and two brothers stood before the imposing concrete facade of a three-story building just south of the Washington Monument. Despite the relentless summer heat, I shivered with excitement and glanced at the brochure clutched in my hands: “Welcome to the National Holocaust Memorial Museum.”
My maternal grandfather had taken part in the D-Day invasion during World War Two, and fought on through VE-day liberating Western Europe. Twenty-seven years before that, my great-grandfathers on both sides had enlisted to fight in the Great War, though only one made it overseas. Furthermore, a distant relative had served in the 151st Pennsylvania Infantry during the American Civil War. History–particularly military history–was li
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Literature
Solve For X
Solve For "X"
A man clad in a black suit and opaque sunglasses clutched the Package under his arm and strolled across the embassy lobby. Before boarding an elevator marked Employees Only, he made a mental note of where the security cameras and maintenance areas were located.
Can’t be too careful, Connors reminded himself, shifting his grip on the parcel. Don’t screw this up like last time, or you’re finished here.
Exiting the elevator on the third floor, the man quickly made his way to the south side of the building. Fiddling briefly with what appeared to be a credit card, he unfolded a concealed lock pick. Garden variety, perhaps, but it got the job done. Hiding in plain sight had a certain allure that those fancy muti-tool sets just couldn’t touch.
“I should have known,” came an irritated voice from behind him.
Jumping half-way out of his skin, Connors whirled around to face the speaker.
“Kurt!? What are you doing here out here?” he exc
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Literature
Papa Preacher
PAPA PREACHER
VERSE 1:
Papa preacher gave his sermon,
and I laughed at the awful joke.
He said, “On your belly you’ll crawl;
on the glassy sand, you’ll choke.”
I turned the other, scarred cheek–
I watched the water mix with wine.
I froze my body to the empty steppe
awaiting the “Miracle of the Sign.”
CHORUS:
Spare the rod,
spoil the child.
Babes were born
to be wild.
VERSE 2:
Papa saddled his favorite sorrel
and to his harem, bade, “Adieu.”
He pushed the pious under the water
and draped their bodies on the pews.
Choir boys swarmed to the mountains
and drug the carpenter from his shed.
They lapped the man’s coursing blood,
and broke His spine with their bread.
CHORUS:
Spare the rod,
spoil the child.
Babes were born
to be wild.
VERSE 3:
I made a sojourn into Sodom–
and I took my leap of faith.
I sat upon the glowing iron throne
crowned with a thorny wreath.
I marshalled two pair of cavalry
‘round the spire of Calvary
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Literature
Shanty of the Iron Sea
SHANTY OF THE IRON SEA
VERSE 1 –
Steady your gaze and
run down the days to
the mouth of the iron sea.
The tides, they are falling and
the ships, they are slogging, and
silken sails swing in the breeze.
Lift up your eyes and
beseech the swirling skies at
the gates of the castle’s keep.
Both the prince and the pauper
bailing buckets of water, but
it's already ankle-deep.
VERSE 2 –
Dust off your tomes, and
squeeze blood from the stones
at the mouth of the iron sea.
The plebes and the pirates sing
“Thus always to tyrants!” while
the proles’ blood waters the trees.
The banner’s unfurling, and
the Molotovs burning, as
the Daughters took to the streets.
The dreadnought was straining, and
her cannons were training, while
the glass ground beneath their feet.
VERSE 3 –
The threads are unwinding, and
the gears, they are grinding, to
the mouth of the iron sea.
Where the tide plays Red Rover
with the chalk cliffs of Dover, and
shredded sails swallow t
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Literature
Something Wikkid
SOMETHING WIKKED
VERSE 1:
Something wikked this way comes;
a tide that rises with the setting sun.
Cross your heart, and hope to die-
stick a rusty syringe in your eye.
In the cemetery, where the statues sing
the bell ringer's love sleeps through the spring.
Doctor Giesel, can’t you patch her up?
"Drown his sorrows in a jeweled cup."
CHORUS:
Seems dear Mother Goose
made a tiny mistake.
Now the bough's gonna bend;
the bough's gonna break.
Here come the king’s horses;
here come the king’s men.
To try to stitch your face
back together again.
VERSE 2:
Something wikked this way comes;
pack your bags and dust off your guns.
Close your eyes and count to three;
hang your head beneath the Giving Tree.
The spider in the well sings to the fly–
“My dear, you gave it the college try.”
Jack brought the hammer; Jill took the sack.
Someone’s little lamb isn’t making it back.
CHORUS:
Seems dear Mother Goose
made a tiny mistake.
Now the bough's gonna bend;
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Literature
Rudyard's Burden
RUDYARD’S BURDEN
Verse 1:
Will you take up Rudyard's Burden?
Will you wash your hands with kings?
Stake your fortune in the dusty dirt,
where the kites and eagles sing?
All the ports, they cannot enter;
and the roads, they cannot tread.
Go and make em' with their living,
and mark em' with their dead.
Chorus:
You're gonna drown, drown, drown,
standing underneath the rain;
You're gonna pound, pound, pound,
on the door from whence you came.
Your whores and politicians,
all staring at the sky-
Watch em' run; watch em' fly.
Watch em' laugh; watch em' cry.
Verse 2:
Will you take up Rudyard's Burden?
Will you wash your hands of sin?
Shine your jackboots with the sweat and grime
never to grace the fairer skin.
All the ports, they cannot enter;
and the roads, they cannot tread.
Go and make em' with their living,
and mark em' with their dead.
Chorus 2:
You're gonna drown, drown, drown,
standing underneath the rain;
You're gonna pound, pound, pound,
on the door from whence you came.
Your wh
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Literature
Beguiling Black-Bird
"BEGUILING BLACK-BIRD"
VERSE ONE –
There’s a pallid bust of Pallas
perched above my chamber door.
There’s a lantern lighting malice;
the body, cold under the floor.
There’s a cat within the crevice
awaiting richer Earth to till.
There’s my sordid soul smiling
from its perch upon the sill.
REFRAIN –
Once upon a
midnight dreary;
Once upon a
winter’s morn.
The casket’s closed
and eyes are weary;
Make your toast
and sail the storm.
VERSE TWO –
There’s a pallid, busted palace
perched atop an English moor.
There’s wine, run from the chalice;
the masker’s monocle by the door.
There’s a black-bird beguiling;
speaking of Iliad undone.
There’s a jingling jester smiling,
though he’ll never see the sun.
REFRAIN –
Once upon a
midnight dreary;
Once upon a
winter’s morn.
The casket’s closed
and eyes are weary;
Make your toast
and sail the storm.
INTERLUDE –
REFRAIN –
Once upon a
mid
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Literature
Back-Wards
"BACK-WARDS"
VERSE ONE –
The battery’s
worn down,
like the joints
on flak jackets.
The battery’s
worn down,
and the radio
talks back-wards.
INTERLUDE –
VERSE TWO –
The paint job’s
worn down,
like pigment off
painted faces.
The paint job’s
worn down,
and the wind
blows back-wards.
INTERLUDE –
VERSE THREE –
The rubber’s
melted down,
like glassy, Saudi
seas of sand.
The rubber’s
melted down,
and the continent
slides back-wards.
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Literature
Hallow'd Ground
HALLOW'D GROUND
VERSE ONE:
“Joy to the world!” ran papers’ prose,
And, “Lead off with the guns!”
Arms were stacked, the flags unfurled,
and hollow hymns were sung.
The favorite son–the pulpit preacher–
dragged him on the march;
under bows of crepe, on soil streets
the summer suns had parched.
CHORUS 1:
And the dust drifted
down–
down–
down–
from the sky;
And the dust drifted
'round–
'round–
'round–
in our eyes…
In our eyes.
VERSE 2:
Eagerly they marked their ranks
of pomp and bayonets;
until all those icy slivers came
a-bursting from their chests.
The crops, they curled, and Mother Nature
donned her gown of white;
the spindly ringers in spindly spires
could spare no sleep at night.
CHORUS #2:
And the flakes floated
down–
down–
down–
from the sky;
And the flakes floated
'round–
'round–
'round–
in our eyes…
In our eyes.
VERSE 3:
Angels in blue traversed the fiel
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Literature
Gun Control: My Thoughts
Seeing as everyone and their grandmother is choosing sides on the issue, I believe I might as well add my two cents to the jar. The following is a post I made on an article on Cracked.Com (I know, I know, just hear me out!) covering issues such as video games, gun control, and violent crime. I have reworked it to make sense out of context, and I would be happy if anyone left me feedback in the comments section.
NOTE: I'm not trying to start a war or anything, I just want to say my piece. *Gets out soap box*
I own a gun because I enjoy target shooting with my father and brother; it's a fun, stress-relieving family activity when there aren't any car or scale-model expos in the offing. My father collects World War 1 weapons because he is a self-styled history buff, and his grandfather was one of the doughboys sent to Europe in 1918. My grandpa on my mother's side served in World War 2, enduring both the D-Day landings and the Battle of the Bulge. My own interest in firearms comes from the
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Literature
Life Machine
LIFE MACHINE
(Verse One)
Lend your ears
to the life machines;
lungs of iron
shear and scream.
Jaws of glass
crack you a smile;
the filament flickering,
before the bulb
shatters.
(Chorus)
Tell me,
Tell me,
Tell me, true–
How old,
How old,
How old are you?
(Interlude)
(Verse Two)
Bend your ears
for the life machines;
Midnight, Oil
seeps from the screens.
Trace your breath
with a blinking line;
the embers winking,
before the ash
scatters.
(Chorus)
Tell me,
Tell me,
Tell me, true–
How old,
How old,
How old are you?
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Literature
Oppressor Talk
OPPRESSOR TALK
(Verse One)
Lines carved into the concrete
like pigment in your membranes;
Papyrus stained with blots of ink–
or, are they drops of blood?
Listening for the old horseman
and leaping for his coat-tails;
I can't promise you you'll
like what you find, but…
Shape your words as you see.
(Chorus)
The spaces between words;
the space is there to learn.
Don't talk like an oppressor…
Don't talk like an oppressor.
(Interlude)
(Verse Two)
State's Men dragged to the ground
tower over the headstones;
swords and shields shine on the fields,
and crumble unto rust.
The lonely, misty morn you make
your leap for your horseman,
I can't promise you you'll
like what you find, but…
Shape your stories as you see.
(Chorus)
The spaces between words;
the space is there to learn.
Don't talk like an oppressor…
Don't talk like an oppressor.
(Interlude)
(Chorus)
The spaces between words;
the space is there to learn.
Don't talk like an oppressor…
Don't talk like an oppress
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Literature
Peas + Porridge
PEAS & PORRIDGE
(Verse One)
Peas and porridge in
the pot nine days old;
the only fire–in our eyes–
to beat down the cold,
and stay a while…
In cottage conjunction,
squeezed between the lines;
khakis on the coat rack
the only sign of the times,
and stay a while…
Won't you?
(Verse Two)
Peas and porridge hot
and fresh off the shelf;
mother's lined countenance
un-frowned itself,
and stay a while…
Beasts leave their burdens
behind at the door,
while Colts full of cartridges
shower the floor–
and stay a while…
Won't you?
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James R. Stoudt
United States
Current Residence: United States
Favourite genre of music: A blend of New-Wave, Rock, and Ambient (or at least something unique). Intelligent lyrics help, too.
Favourite photographer: On DeviantArt: "Stefanparis," "ThisYearsGirl," and "GeorgeHarrison."
Favourite style of art: Just about any style, as long as there's an organic, emotional, "human" element to it
Operating System: Windows Vista Home Premium
MP3 player of choice: One that works.
Shell of choice: The kind you can hear the ocean in.
Wallpaper of choice: The kind that looks nice.
Skin of choice: The kind that keeps the dust out.
Favourite cartoon character: Mizore from Rosario + Vampire
Personal Quote: "Human salvation lies in the hands of the creatively maladjusted." -- Martin Luther King
Interests
First, a little background information. My college hosts a student-run literature magazine called Shadows of Birds, which accepts both poetry and works of short fiction from the student body. Each semester they publish three collections drawn from this content, and the competition can be pretty fierce; I had been submitting for the last year or so and never made the cut. woe emote However, for the final issue of 2014 they decided to switch things up somewhat; instead of publishing electronically, they debuted their first-ever print edition. To celebrate, they rented out the entire on-site Freyberger Art Gallery for the evening, and invited all students and faculty to hear the issue's chosen authors recite their work.

Less than 48 hours before the event, I checked my e-mail for the first time in a week...and saw I was one of the featured contributors. :faint:

Sweet jumping John Jacob Jingle-Heimer Jehoshaphats, it felt like Christmas came early. It's not a major publication, and it's not for profit (the magazine is free), and it's only 3 lyrics, but screw it, it's finally happened! :excited: I can only hope this emotional high lasts long enough to cover the slough of rejection letters I'll probably get out of college.

Welp, back to bouncing off the walls!
  • Listening to: Weathered Wolves - Dead Astronauts
  • Reading: The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien
  • Watching: Out
  • Playing: It Straight
  • Eating: Beef jerky
  • Drinking: It all in

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