PurpleFixtures of lightPurple1 hour ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That hang from the wall
Flood the room with purple
And cast shadows do all
An image of Jesus
With shade of royal
Beside him the Devil
His visage a foil
To the savior exalted
His name sung in praise
Though the other faulted
Entrapped by the blaze
Two souls separated
In Heaven or Hell
With the object of conflict
Being also the veil
Demons of fire crimson
And Angels of skies so blue
Once were together
And shared the same hue
I walk not completely with the ghost
Or Lucifer's crew
But rather a little of both
And leave certainty to you
FickleFaithFickle2 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
loving, forgiving, accepting
merciful, unworthy, unsure, skeptical
reducing, assuming, minimizing
Risky GiftThe love you cannot earnRisky Gift1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Is the love that you don't want
Because you can't control
Whether you deserve it or not
The relief it would bring
Is not worth the cost
In helpless pain and agony
If one day it were lost
How long will you hurt
Before you look up above
To swallow your pride
And trust in His love
THE KNIGHT IN BLACKTHE KNIGHT IN BLACKTHE KNIGHT IN BLACK2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Fantasies tell only whispers,
though his name still lingers.
Many recall this legend,
and I can feel his presence
Riding to claim his reward.
Wind rushes by,
and a determined look in his eye.
On a quest in search of one thing,
no longer controlled by the king.
He rides for the broken,
knowing their wounds are open.
He rides for us,
always creating a fuss.
for a fight to create.
Finally able to attack
because the Knight in black,
NaPo XIII. Epistle: To LoveDear Love,NaPo XIII. Epistle: To Love3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I sought you more than most
And you became my end.
Perhaps you are obscure,
Perhaps you twist and bend
Much more than I would like,
Much more than life requires.
Come back and sweetly stir
The candles into fires.
My first I have forgotten
My last is yet the same.
The day-to-day unveiling
Of all done in your name
Leaves me the fool, the guarded.
Oh love, you do not boast.
You wait and watch my progress
For I need you more than most.
Come to the TreeCome to the Well, to the Well at the TreeCome to the Tree3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Come and look deep in its waters, said He
And I'll drink with you if you'll drink it with me
And the more you drink of it, the more you will see.
One cup for the price all who drink here must pay:
Once you start to see, there's no turning away.
What's seen can't be unseen; the images stay
At the back of your eyelids by night and by day.
One cup for confusion, the choices you make,
Seeing all of the forks in the road you may take;
Always aware of how much is at stake
On the path that you choose, and the ones you forsake.
One cup for the burden of knowing too much,
No longer with blissful nescience as crutch;
One cup for the loss of the common man's touch,
Set apart by the vision you clutch.
One cup for the thirst that grows as you drink,
One thought needs the next as a link needs a link.
One cup for desire, to step on the brink
As the water wells upward, and let yourself sink.
One cup for ecstasy, rapture of sight,
Grasping the World in a swirl
DoodAangekondigd of onverwacht,Dood4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Een kaars dooft uit, iemand
Glijdt weg in de eeuwige nacht,
Glijdt weg uit wanhopig klemmende handen.
Maar de tijd slijt en zo slijt verdriet,
Kleine stukjes ijzig verdriet,
Barsten van het grote ijsblok,
En smelten, maar verdwijnen niet,
Ze glijden over natbehuilde wangen.
Ze stromen uit de ogen
Van zij die niet meer hopen mogen,
Af en toe vriest het even dicht,
Maar met een herinnering, een beeld, een gezicht,
Breekt het, en een golf ontstaat,
Dat vreselijke gevoel van: Het is te laat,
Straalt uit ogen, uitgedoofd,
Door ijskoude tranen vanbinnen verdoofd.
Maar waar zij nu nog niet aan denken,
Die ijsblok zal steeds verder slenken,
En ook het water sijpelt omlaag
Na elke nieuwe regenvlaag,
En het bevordert een nieuwe groei,
Ooit staat op die plek een bloem in bloei,
Ooit staat er een nieuwe levensloop.
Upon the WatersThe tears that drip from my repentant eyeUpon the Waters4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Are waves that crash upon the rugged shore
That is my past, my pride, my every lie
I clung to, wreckage from my dark before,
Relentless as the sound of weeping swells,
And deep as one could dive in pain and woe,
Their brimming is dimming all the haze of hells
I plunged in headfirst not too long ago.
And all my lungs were filled with water black,
That seized my body into dying throes:
No heroes there to pull my spirit back,
No feelings anymore. My body froze
Beneath the surface. My suicide.
I died. I'm dead. No way ahead but dread,
No floating on the waters of the tide,
I died, and nothing--nothing lies ahead.
But in death's stead, I found a life ahead
That rose up from the waters of the tide.
So great it was, I trembled in my dread
For I was dead and drowned in suicide.
In fear and tears, it was my doubt that froze
First, and then there was no turning back;
The Spirit shook me into living throes
As I confessed the deeds of this heart black.
In My HeartA wound that will never heal,In My Heart4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A scar forever on my grieving heart,
The buried casket kissed and sealed,
Physically did we meet and part.
A memory that will never fade,
A love forever in my yearning heart,
Smile and laughter that you made,
More meaningful than any art.
A hope that will never flee,
A thought forever in my wishing heart,
In a heaven for you and me,
One day, we will meet again.
HatingMy chest is on fireHating4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Every time that I breathe in.
My lips have made me a liar;
Though lying is a sin.
At night I can't contain
My mourning erie cries.
And although I try to refrain,
Water falls from my eyes.
My mind is sometimes blue,
And my mind is sometimes grey,
So many things to tell you,
My voice won't let me say.
Some times I wish I'd let go of
This memory that keeps me reeling,
'Cause to hate something you used to love
Is such a painful feeling.
Arise!I can feel the coldness in thy veinsArise!4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Thou art dead, yet alive
Put in death’s foul bane
Tears wail for thy afflicted body
Well weep no more
I have brought life to thee
Thou wilt no longer snore
Arise, and shout in glee
Overflowing Presence, #1Never are you alone, wanderer,Overflowing Presence, #14 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
for there is no way to escape
the hasting streams of divine trencher
overflowing all your days.
Never are you alone, pilgrim,
though all your dread so declares.
Never are you alone, pilgrim,
where the Spirit always reigns.
Even at night's darkest hours,
when your bones tremble with fear,
when coldness shows its deadly power -
the Lord is close, the Lord is near.
Each little part of your body
He's created, knows it all.
Each hair on your skin He's counted;
He holds you tight, breaks each your fall.
So what's there to be afraid of,
what has you all shaking, child?
Open your eyes: God of heavens
radiates you with His light.
Easter, 2014I rose from bed this morningEaster, 20144 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
expecting of the day,
a dreary-eyed wondering
of all that comes my way.
I'm lifted from my sleeping,
and woken from my dreams,
walking through the open roads
in sunlight and moonbeams.
I live again in promise,
another day to face,
another way to live this life,
to yearn and smell and taste.
Resurrected in the light
of everything I've learned,
I'm breathing in my second chance,
reborn again, returned!
EternelsNotre ego...Eternels4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Parce que fragiles.
Cette balance, si difficile...
La vie, un cours sur la vie?
Au moins, sur la tienne.
L'on rame si fort, si beau
Sur cette barque qui malmène,
Que même noyés, l'on crie.
Vivants comme cette eau de vie.
Patientant le remous, de rebondir.
C'est touchés, que l'on écrit.
Du malheur au pire,
Dans notre meilleur rire,
Même couchés dans la nuit,
DarknessLight is the force of good.Darkness5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Darkness is the tool of evil.
So say the blind fools,
The commonwealth of people.
I have seen the Light,
Used by creatures most vile;
They claim that evil they fight,
but truth is far from their style.
So then if Light can be used for malice,
I say to those who stand in fear;
Snuff out your dimming chalice,
and embrace the darkness so dear.
If you believe that darkness is evil,
I'm afraid you are simply confused.
Darkness is just an element,
a magical tool to be used.
But let it be known to those,
who tread the darkened path;
let never you stray into malicious prose,
or be swept into the demon's craft.
humming the truth you don't remember about beanshumming the truth you don't remember about beanshumming the truth you don't remember about beans1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
you have a better level of initiation
in enormous well you touch ground Buddhahood
no -mind rids of pain and a ghost
are scrathing your head blandly
I stay on the side I hear
that is what said Zaratustra stately things
why you want to hanker when you can have
but I'll stay on the side surely
staying on the side I will simple
with stratified structure
when he is so sad
there is no wisdom
All I NeedI need Your mighty handAll I Need1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For the seasons seem to be off
Winter wants to stay on this land
And Spring comes whenever he pleases
Though I need not Spring to be happy
Winter may stay forever
But Your warmth is all I need exactly
For I will never grow cold
Crushed spiritCrushed spirit1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You wake up in the morning- hungry- your soul needs feeding
You look at yourself in the mirror and your wrists are bleeding
You get dressed go to work and come back
Day by day everyday just like a robot on crack
You feel your inside is a rotten pig’s den
You smile to everyone but you cry every now and then
You lie to yourself and forget to live
Reality is a myth and you’re ready to forgive
Untitledpobrzmiewasz prawdą zapominasz o ziarnkachUntitled1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
masz lepszy poziom wtajemniczenia
w wielkiej studni dotykasz dna oświecenie
nie-umysł usuwa cierpienie a duchy
dobrotliwie drapią cię po głowie
pozostaję z boku słucham
tako rzecze Zaratustra wzniosłe rzeczy
po co łaknąć skoro można mieć
pewnie pozostanę z boku
pozostanę z boku prosta
o rozwarstwionej strukturze
gdy jemu jest smutno
nie ma mądrości
SwordSteel bladeSword1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Weapon of a true warrior
Only the best may wield it
Ready for battle
Duels to remember
I WonderWhen does Sisyphus step asideI Wonder1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and let the boulder fall?
Will he take pride
in ceasing his term as thrall?
When is his debt settled?
When is his task complete?
When will the ground be level
beneath his weary feet?
What will come after
the burden is no more?
Is there joy hereafter?
Or is being now the chore?
life 5For feelings I have yet to feellife 51 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And dealings I have yet to deal
For words that I have yet to speak
And answers I have yet to seek
For things that I have yet to see
And all the thoughts I’ll bring with me
For giving me the best of friends, and the ending of all ends
Thank you for this thing called life, for every love and every strife.