Creation's CorruptionI've grown sick of the world of menCreation's Corruption15 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
they corrupted every message I dared to send
For as long as they existed
they manipulated and twisted
Everything I've ever said
F-ck them all, I wish them dead
I gave them one rule, and one rule only
they broke it so fast and left my heart lonely
And so the apple they did bite
mixing wrong with the right
And as betrayed as I might be
I attempted to drown them in the sea
I sent them my son to fix their path
but they did not fear my Holy wrath
They executed him in front of me
for that you sinners will pay ultimate fee
Since my word you will not hear
I leave you now, with no wheel to steer
Lost in course
but f-ck your remorse!
Dare to call me the clock maker
but you Deist are the true risk taker!
Fremde Herrlichkeitbedenket dem Herrn zu dienenFremde Herrlichkeit2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
(zweifellos Befehlen folgen)
rät der Nutznießer seinen Bienen
Seelenhonig zu schleudern
darf dies Blutbuch nicht annehmen
welches nicht meine Ahnen erdacht
möcht' mein Wohl selbst wählen
kein Futter werden eurer Allmacht
© j.w.waldeck 2006
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anything of my work!
ForgivingThe tide comes in,Forgiving4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like Jesus washes our sin.
Always away when we ask,
We shouldn’t have to wear a mask,
To pretend to be good
When we’re not.
God can always tell,
If we’re doing well,
Or just being sinful again.
He is forgiving,
Every moment of living.
You don’t have to hide
So look, now,
And turn around.
Wataha: Zamglony Las upadaLas mgłą tulony i okraszony gwiazd śmiechemWataha: Zamglony Las upada4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Oznaczał ongiś świętość. Dziś chwała jego echem...
Drzew soki i traw rosa klejnotami tej świątyni,
Dziś gmin nieroztropny swawolnie w nie czyni!
Biją toporem, łamią gałęzie i odrapują z kory
Smaganej przez palce mgliste. Wilk skory
Pomyśleć o utraconych drzewach przed
Atakiem! Niewiasty na łące tkały mgieł pled...
Ścięli...! Olchy! Wierzby! Lipy! Dęby!
Pozostawili pniaki...! Las szczerzy swe zęby...
I ku swym katom błyska słojami.
Zawisną ciemiężcy. Zawisną niszczyciele,
Co nigdy nie przestaną. Tych krzyży zbyt wiele!
Nie wygrają z Lasów Bogami!
Wataha: Ostrze trucizny smakujeTen słony smak potu płynącego po twarzy...Wataha: Ostrze trucizny smakuje4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Gdy sztylet raz po raz tonie w płynach zarazy;
Obmyty w toksynach warzonych po zmroku,
Czeka na swój występ - na misterium uroku.
Na skrytobójcy głowie kaptur narzucony,
W ciszy doskonali śmierci jadu kropel miliony.
Sztuka cichej likwidacji doskonałości pragnie...
Zabójca jest Wilkiem, niechaj cel skończy jak Jagnię...
Odczłowieczenie ofiary dokonane samoistnie
Skończy się, wnet białko ślepi agonią błyśnie
Pod naporem Synów i Cór wyniszczonego Rodu.
Oprawca dostąpi skwaru trucizny i stali chłodu.
Wyją Welesa drapieżcy do świateł odległych...
Zawyją ponownie. Nad padliną. Wrogów. Poległych...
DarknessIn the dark of the night,Darkness5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
in the absence of the light,
your eyes, as it happens to be,
are showin' what you want to see.
You can't see anything hideous,
if you look for the nature 'round us,
if your mind's positive enough,
You'll see just the good stuff.
And if you see everything plain,
your fantasy is the on to blame,
I say it's everyone's right,
to look for beauty in the night.
'cause she doesn't care 'bout your names,
although she knows them all,
and she sees through all of your games,
even before you leave the hall.
She knows your thoughts,
there's none she loathes,
and she'll never tease
The final journeyThe light fadesThe final journey5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Yet night is not falling
Yet I hear the calling
The darkness cold and harsh
Yet soothing and cool
The river of death engulfs me
My final journey,my final fall
I cannot fight it
I cannot resist
This is it
I fade into the mist
ThorI hear the voice of thunder speak,Thor5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
an ancient primal language
which vibrates throughout my bones
and sings within my soul,
my blood hums power,
my heart beats
Can'tI can't take my revengeCan't5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For I myself was forgiven.
I can't lie to keep a secret
For someone knows what's hidden.
I can't hate, for I was loved.
I can't fulfill the lust I would sate,
For my body is now a temple
For the One who took my fate.
I must admit I sometimes
With His prohibitions, I don't agree,
But I can't help but trust Him
For He only wants to protect me.
So I can't encourage a love
That's as beautiful as it is deadly.
It's not hate, I just can't stand it
If you succumb eternal death's melody.
Who am I?Should I have said that which I said?Who am I?6 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Should I have asked that which I asked?
What did it mean when I asked?
What was its purpose?
Is it possible that I have stated a lie?
Is it possible that all I have said is false?
I do not wish to believe it is so,
For I would hate to see you go.
For so long I have kept away.
I have never asked, afraid to say.
But perhaps that time has long passed.
Perhaps it is time to break the fast.
I limited so much,
Using it as an excuse, as a crutch.
I understand what I have done,
No longer shall I run.
“The bird of Hermes is my name, Eating my wings to make me tame.”
Love Thy Fellow MenLove Thy Fellow MenLove Thy Fellow Men6 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The joyous bells and blazing sun
And frosting of delicate lace upon green grass
A chill in the air when the day is done
And twinkling lights on roof and glass.
Sons in the darkness when the snow has yet to fall
Call to mind ancient cries of celestial host
Before man knew of the season or who we would call
Savior and sacrifice, carpenter and king, father or son or ghost.
Skies of grey and gold and blue
All the faithful scurrying below
In heart of hearts, honorable intentions true
To Celebrate the Birthday in the best way we know.
Let our names lead all the rest.
For if we love, we will love our best
And if we do not love Him best, then
We will be writ as those who love our fellow men.
Something SeriousI think of a world unchanged. I think of the simplistic ideal that warrants rest and happiness. The ideal that no one could get hurt nor would anyone want to die.. A world of laughter that rings through every dwelling and that the only tear was for the pure greatness of another. What would bring such a heaven to such a dark nightmare? What could silence the screams of the night? Does anyone have a clue? The answer isn't simple, it isn't something that happens over night. The answer is so complex that no one mind could understand. Does it take two, ten, a thousand? No more than that, a million? Maybe.. But really? What could it take? If we just changed our DNA, if we changed the way we talked and acted, maybe an ideal of peace wouldn't be so foreign. Maybe we could love each other not only by the colour of our skin, but by the colour of our hearts. Maybe just maybe, if we stopped to think we wouldn't be so evil. That one day a couple of the same sex or a woman who is different than us cSomething Serious1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Is it I, Lord ?Where did my brother or sister go?Is it I, Lord ?1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I cannot find them neither high nor low.
Oh where, dear Lord, Where did they go?
For conscience sake I’ve got to know.
Did I neglect or ignore their needs?
Or was it because of one of my deeds?
Was it something I did or did not say?
Or maybe I hindered their burdens in some way.
Why could I not see the signs?
Why I realized not Satan’s designs?
The reason why they left I cannot find.
It could be I was harsh and was not kind.
Songs of discouragement and not joy maybe I sung,
Hurting their souls with a sharp tongue.
I could have acted as a Pharisee,
Haughty, malicious, being full of me.
How can this pain for them be forgot?
Could I have helped and simply did not?
Why did I just sit as elders read out their name?
Is it possible that I share in the blame?
(A poem for a lost brother or sister) - Kim J. (Lamberth) Schirmer
Dinner for TwobyDinner for Two1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
(This poem, while relatively accessible, does occasionally use esoteric spiritual terms. If you find parts difficult, consider scrolling down to the "forward" and "glossary" at the end of the main text.)
Awake, my love. Rush out our darkened doors.
The sun from starry skies has waked and soared,
and wakes with light our Unmade Paradise
to realize ourselves forevermore.
For comes the city’s empty, soothing call,
that sea of stars that formed from nothing all—
its essence filled with suffering and bliss—
all emptiness, creation’s rise and fall.
And if you dreamt the dreams of heart and soul,
of universes’ yens, of atoms’ goals,
be beaten by, embrace all suffering,
and drown within this bruised and battered Whole.
Embrace this agèd world, this tattered text,
condemn yourself to love its creatures, lest
your timeless selfless self forget the fact
the dreams you dreamed will end in endless rest.
And faring fort
DragonsleepWhen dusk gets difficultDragonsleep1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And the dawn brings peace
Then sing the night to sleep
When they say they'll help,
But you know it's a lie
Then it's okay to cry.
Things can get hard,
Life seems gray,
Then let the dragon rule.
When the dusk is gone,
And the dawn is near,
Then let the dragon sleep.
Life goes on,
The world brings peace
So sing the night to sleep.
ThirstSprite can quench your thirst, whether soda or pop,Thirst2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But eternal life is water springing up from one drop,
Throughout this next life I'm steady seeking a drink,
There's only one choice being out on the brink,
And Jesus was the one with the holy grail, I think.
metamorphsi face each day a static-seeming world,metamorphs2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
so codified, unyielding and concrete.
but that view is with fallacies replete,
for in my mind reality unfurls.
(is it madness' song i hear a-skirl,
or chords plucked from epiphany's vast suite?)
i slip between the half-shells of my bed-sheets
to dive in search of fey and lustrous pearls.
i shall revel in this dialectic
and shred the weft and weave of sophistry;
i haste' to pop the quiff and in it reel.
as its tides revolve from blithe to hectic,
we are spray of this chimeral sea;
we are naught but spawn of the surreal.
Blinding PainMy tears are so smallBlinding Pain2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In this vast world of rain
But all I can see
Is my own blinding pain
Blurring my vision
Burning my face
Oh, my dear Father,
Grant me some of Your grace
Doorways to astralityDoorways to astralityDoorways to astrality2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
node tendrils to the ends of the sky
in silk rosaries we dance and die
I left my skin on your lips and went xilent
pour the invisible love tomorrow I ensoul
the lore I went to fight for, foreward flow
nowdays I see in mirrors the reflection that stood
asill, I love your idea, not your identity
I surrender nothing to myself, in my image I
bestow november northern ore, I study the chemicals
of the mind in hope to grasp with the eye that sineal high
I love to craft the soles of your feet in identified word
to cunjure forth invisible sounds in your heart's declension.
Vow to tremor in silent steps, barefoot on your floor in flares.
I speak the tongue of the hebrews, tails of demons in alligator spelltroughs
nox and vox I love your hoax, night to victory in your arms Is this real
I forget to check the divine heel, in grassy cores I learned the cross enclose
vow to forget me mary & keep the shadow to burrow in the marrow.
Twelve leaves twelves heaves, your sunny white d
Dots of ColourIf your mind is darkened, and if your world seems greyDots of Colour2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If your life is monochrome, every single day
Search for dots of colour, for they are always there
It’s difficult to find them, but you will, I swear
Though hope is hard to find, and harder still to keep
It’s not impossible – so dare to take a leap
Forth into the future, for you are not alone
Find someone to help you, don’t let your heart be stone
If someone tries to hurt you, calling you bad names
Do what makes you happy, ignore their foolish games
Although there are many who might not understand
There are also many who’d give a helping hand
If you feel unhappy, why wait for better days?
It is never easy, but you can change your ways
Life’s always worth living, so feel your beating heart
Then take a breath and say, “Tomorrow’s a new start”
And soon you may well find the greyness starts to fade
You can start to paint with the palette that you’ve made
Fill your world with co
Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?Her name was ConnieWhere Are You Going, Where Have You Been?2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Everything about her had two sides:
one for her home
and one for anywhere
that was not home
She knew she was pretty
and that was everything
Her walk that could be childlike
and bobbing, or languid enough
to make anyone think she
was hearing music in her head
She paid close attention to herself,
bathed in a glow of slow-pulsed joy
After a while, she heard a car
coming up the drive
She had the idea that
he had driven up the driveway
but had come from nowhere and
Everything about him and
even about the music that
was so familiar to hers was only
"Gonna get you, baby."
And Then I SleptAh, 'tis well past eleven o' the clock,And Then I Slept2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And the hands do not move on this fob-watch.
So now the shadows swirl up and skitter,
Like moths, like windblown leaves, playing hop-scotch.
Beneath the pall of smoth'ry fog I go,
Where my lost dreams wander upon the hill.
Some spin in half-remembered pirouettes,
I find some lodged in oaken bough, dark, still.
Tea and Silence.Who says that sages are lost to me?Tea and Silence.2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
While I taste the sage within my tea.
We fear to sail wisdom's ancient sea
but I sit upon my ship silently.
My settings need not to radiate
for what is a lamp will illuminate.
Reflection of vision clarifies my sight,
So I need not stare at the sun for its light.
How do we see the gems of life?
When so engaged within the strife.
When pushed so hard we cannot stand
and gaze upon the sea and sand.
It is not a place I have not seen,
Nor a drug that makes me feel serene,
Nor the tea I drink, whether black or green
But it is a way I have not been.
I retreat from wrestling worldly stress
and build against my hastiness
A peace which I cannot express
and discard attachment like the tea's excess.
I breathe to extinguish a burning flame,
A heated mind is not the same,
Which becomes fatigued at life's game,
Alas, a soul without a name.
So for strong winds I sway like a date palm tree,
Only needing what truly nourishes me,
Yet I bear fruit that is investment free