PrayerI thank you, merciful Creator,Prayer5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Whoever you, up there, might be,
That I was not proclaimed a traitor
And no one yet imprisoned me.
I thank you with my heart, Almighty
That yet my tongue wasn't ripped out,
That I am for my word still fighting,
And for my liberty I shout.
I thank you, Owner of existence,
From you I learnt all that I must,
Against offense I hold resistance
And I am used to pure disgust.
I thank you with my soul, Redeemer,
That time is limited for me.
A fear of fools: One day the spirit
Will leave the body finally.
And so, I pray to thee, Soul-Bearer
Let me dissolve in haze, I tell.
Dull is eternity in heaven
And on the earth I've seen my hell.
the sunday morning effectthe sadness fades awaythe sunday morning effect5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from your eyelids, drips off
like the sunday morning effect on your lips.
the airwaves between you and me
can't carry the weight of your words,
so stop talking.
at least to me.
your words are too warm
and i don't want to get comfortable
next to you
because i just don't believe in miracles anymore.
and just so you know,
i'm perfectly okay with that,
because i knew what was truth
before the stars were drawn out across the skies.
these sunday mornings press warmer days into my palm
and i'm starting to understand
that you understand
the laws of attractions just as i do.
we're just beginners in this thing called love.
because we thought we knew what was truth
before the stars started burning out across the skies.
LunaticsThe moon ascends, requiting earthly tortureLunatics5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Of insular aloofness far way.
Some lunatics collect to see the scorcher,
With stretched-out arms trying to catch her ray.
On wings of lonely consciousness, freeing
From daily burdens that exhaust the soul,
Towards her glide the ghostly human-beings,
All ears to the enchanted, madding vowel.
So frigidly and ravenously gleaming,
Giving a void promise in return,
The drag of art, through mind and body streaming,
Demands maneuvers, which I cannot learn.
Will I withstand the anguish it is bringing?
Am I prepared to please it's austere sight?
And will I sculpt while sanity is swinging
Tangible items in the lunar light?
The Emerald of EnvySee the Emerald of EnvyThe Emerald of Envy4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
raised up high above their head
clenched within a tightened fist
as it does darken
to jet-black Hate.
And from on high
does speed the object of revenge--
a stone so cold and wretched--
and crack a crown of Ivory.
Rubies drip silently down
to the thirsting ground
already stained with the blood of martyrs
as Sapphires fall from your jealous brow
and clatter to the crimson floor.
Heart MusicI hear your nameHeart Music5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the wind
and my heart
maybe you were
just a fairytale
maybe a poem
breathe in the air
that's what you were
and your tunes
you'll never be
gone to me
is written in me
the wind will blow
my tears away
and the music
will never go away
SolitudeNow, year by year down my forgotten streetSolitude5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm hearing fading footsteps of my friends departing.
The rhythm and the pace, so hideously neat,
Under my window, mind and reason parting.
Neglected and abandoned seem their deeds:
An air, a dismal chant discoloring with ages.
And only on the weary walls "Fulfillment" bleeds,
A silhouette of love that never changes.
Go to, go to, shall fear not wake
You, unprotected souls during this night.
The passion for betrayal, delicate but fake
Will ever want, my friends, to dim your sight.
Oh solitude, your character is stern
With metal compasses, behind my senses lurking,
You make a sudden, unrelenting turn
Around, around, and you complete the fatal circle.
So summon me, and then reward me, -
Just like a pet, waiting to be caressed,
I will be calm, though I will surely not be
Under your loving guard embarrassed.
Let me grow tall in thy unending woods,
On yonder end of a delaying motion,
Let me pick up the leaves, and breathe with childhood,
Questions and AnswersThou askest me: "Why is it so,Questions and Answers5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When jubilation liveth in my soul,
The firmament sheds tears upon my head,
With it I cannot share the happiness", you said.
I answer thee: Oh, let it cry,
And let it wash away thy pain and sorrow,
Thy tears doth nothing, but the sky
Shall cry us all a new tomorrow.
Thou askest more: "How can this be,
When you thine dreams in daylight see,
When you think clear and hope for good,
Which life of thine once changeth would,
People for this doth hate you,
Accuse you of torpidity and pride
And poison thee with languor, darkened nature,
With their own feelings make thee so abide?"
I answer thee: Tip of the world you now have reached,
In thine created paradise remember what I preached.
Leave them in hatred, anger and despair,
Scales of Judgment once will judge them fair!
And askest thou again: "How to live?
You shriek in wailing: My word I give,
Those all around have pleasure to dislike,
And souls of thine and mine with tongue they strike.
We make mistakes and doth
TwilightIt is twilightTwilight5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And spiny plants
Since I was last here
They look like shadows
Now at night
So out of curiosity
I touch it
And blood-red liquid
Spills from my finger
I hold it back
While the night air
Tingles my skin
And young greens
Release their first scents
DreamHast thou ever seen such a dream,Dream5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where valleys and flowers bloom,
The sea-storm carries the sunbeam,
On the sea lay dead seagull of doom.
And thou treadest further along,
There is someone to meet, whom you know,
Who fell dead in eternal dreaming,
To them no more life belongs.
Then you see unfamiliar faces,
Coming out, staring out of the mist
Saying something to you, but words miss.
Age from age burneth their souls.
In hell's ignis.
But how do we know?
How can we, sinners, their fate understand?
They are those who sleepeth not,
But when sleepeth at night,
See unexplainable terror,
Awaking with fright
On their faces...
But then, with relief
Realiseth 'twas just a dream...
So they sleepeth again, without calm...
Ah, yes, there is also this shine
Which we call the Green Eclipse,
Bloweth wind on the elderly shrine,
And the Black Sun, angel of mine...
Creatures unearthly there wander,
Nearby the sea -
Who might they be?
Precious ladies? May, and may not be.
They cannot be described, but we'
By this inanityBy this inanity who was made foolish once,By this inanity3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
By venoms much the same moonstruck,
When time to chose creeping on tiptoe comes
The strings inside your heart will be too lose to pluck.
Once in a while
An autumn comes, new to a dreary life
After one of those summers, hot with desires
When ancient Aeolus holds his free and frigid fife
And in an instant blows out the zestful fires.
Step out and watch how all hopes and beliefs
Stand as a rotten forest all around.
Illusion of true love like bleak, deep-frozen leaves
From hollow trees will hurl to the ground.
Then quietly the cunning winter steps
To comfort you with beds of snow.
Behold, lying there breathless, lying low
How cupids come and go.
Sentimentality, I stagger from your beast.
With ways so foul, but necessary still,
You sow depression as the demons feast
Upon endurance and the power of will.
Rise, lover, from the threadbare bed
Reach high and wreck all memories upon the shelf;
When suddenly you'll find yourself
Contained in a sarcophagu
Empty SkiesYou gaze into an empty SkyEmpty Skies5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With your empty smile
This is not your Sky.
This Sky belongs to the City.
A City of people
Not your Dreams
Not your Hopes
Not even your people
It's a cold city
The Sky is captive
That's not right
It's not your Sky
It's the City's Sky
And it's not Free
No matter what parks
They might add
It is still the City with the stolen Sky
Sky should be free
Why is the Sky not free?
Why is it held here?
Their cold City
Their bound Sky
No matter how warm it may be
It is still cold
And not Free
There are no mountains here
Of course not
It's a City
You cannot see them
You miss the mountains
And your Sky
It smells wrong here
The City smells like
The Sky here smells like snow
That's not right
It can't be
This cold City is chilled in nature
But it is warm in truth
Just YesterdayJust Yesterday14 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just yesterday you were holding my hand,
Just yesterday you gave me a wedding band,
Just yesterday you said I do and,
Just yesterday you said you loved me too.
Just yesterday you told me you cared,
Just yesterday you told me about the love we shared,
Just yesterday you said you'd never leave and,
Just yesterday that was all I needed to believe.
Just yesterday you were near,
Just yesterday they told me something I did'nt want to hear,
Just yesterday they buried you deep and,
Just yesterday thoughts of you kept me from sleep.
Just yesterday I finally came to see you,
Just yesterday I missed you more than I usually do and,
Just yesterday I remembered again how much I need you.
Just yesterday has come and gone and,
Just yesterday is just a memory of all that went wrong.
Where Have You Been?O God,Where Have You Been?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where have you been?
Why did you leave me,
When I needed you most?
Do you not truly care?
You would never forsake me
Where did you go?
Did you not hear me,
When my heart cried out to you?
Was your ear deaf?
Are you void of feeling?
Do you not see these tears on my face?
Oh, why did you leave me?
Why did you leave?
Where have you been?
Why did you leave me?
Do you not know
How much I truly care?
I would never forsake you
I was always right there
I heard you,
When you cried out in your anguish
My ear heard every word
My heart broke for you
I shed tears along with you
I never left you
Rather, you left me
People Leave...Once or twice a mourning bell shall toll on a fine morning.People Leave...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Someone of thy true affection in a while will be gone.
Blesséd Goddess of the Present, look upon me, show thy presence,
Turn the sun not into crescent, order time not to move on,
Someone of my true affection under moonlight will be gone,
Order night to be withdrawn.
Lo, the daylight is not pleasing, violently teasing,
And the specious warmth of it is meaner than before.
Glory to the one who reads my tragic story,
For my time is running out much faster than before,
And the gloomy rays of helios are knocking on my door,
Quoth: "Thou hast thy love no more."
Close to nightfall, half-way dreaming in descending sunlight's gleaming,
Beams of moonlight come to power on the firmamental face,
Full of shame, regret, damnation, and no doubt, without salvation
Hear my quiet imploration, the almighty sign of grace!
No, but only to myself I lie about this fraudulent grace,
Soon the the day will night embrace.
But Verdandi, they will lea
The Waterfall WarI am climbing the waterfallThe Waterfall War5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I slip on the rocks
They're covered in moss
The waterfall sprays me
With its icy
To knock me to the start again
I have to fight hard
Until I come to a steep wall
I can't climb
So I slip away
Angels The angels are coming for you.Angels6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Count each breath, one by one;
You cannot know how much are left for you.
You cannot steal another gasp of the airy elixir,
Nor wrench another beat from your failing heart.
Breaths and beats
They were all numbered from the beginning;
Privileges given only to the unknowing,
Appreciated only by the going... and gone.
Watch the helpless world turn away from your pleading cries,
For what can it do to help the doomed?
Only the angels can see you now,
Covered as you are by the ravenous veil of death,
And the world is blind
Leaves of AutumnBright orangeLeaves of Autumn5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of the brilliant blaze
Which bursts from a tree
A fiery daze
And the beauty in death
Seen in the dying.
The leaves float softly and slowly down
Without utterance or sound
Silently falling to kiss the ground
To disappear into dust.
Above the cold cracked ground,
Above the cold gnarled gnawed roots,
Above the cold cruel light of the moon.
All is still.
All is silent.
A nightingale sings softly one last sad note,
Clear above the sounds of the night,
Clear above the cracking of leaves,
Clear above the howling of wolves.
A signal for the last breath before doom.
Before the last spark of flame is smothered in darkness.
All is still.
All is silent.
BlindedWe are a world without vision,Blinded5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fumbling in the dark
Coming across one-eyed men
Who lead us to a bitter end.
Harsh and cruel.
Those who can see
Blind themselves with tears
Which come with the truth.
Guilty PleasureBass and heart thumping in unison.Guilty Pleasure5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Charlie Scene screaming at me to go faster.
The red dial taunts me
Everything urges me to go faster.
The music, tonight's theme song, meant to deafen.
The signs, stating the speed limit set well below my level.
The street lamps, a flash and a blur as I pass.
I bask in this.
This undeniable feeling.
These darkened surroundings
where I near 200,
and my fingers caress the wheel approvingly.
taken at just under 100,
the stomp of my foot,
and the satisfying squeal of tires as I drift around the ignored stop sign.
The frightened moon,
Lies vs. Truth, Satan vs. GodYell louderLies vs. Truth, Satan vs. God4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It will make them listen
It will make you convincing
It will cause an impact
It will make them falter
They will change their intentions
I will make it all better
It will make them notice
It will bring us much joy
It will strengthen your faith
It will pour out the blessings
For the truth that's before you
I'm right here beside you