Stargazer they call me,
My eyes always fixed on the sky;
Hands reaching up for the heavens,
Arms spread wide in supplication,
Heels dug into the earth.
I can't let go today.
Free myself from gravity,
Find myself borne high,
Flay myself of shackles,
Fail myself.
Again.
Stargazer they call me,
My eyes always fixed on the sky.
Bound by your cruel astronomy
To bear this brilliant longing.
Staring at the sun,
I lose my sight.
Still,
You shine with the light of the ages,
A north star guiding me home.
Monday, 9 July 2007
Tuesday, 3 July 2007
Brave Heart (Final)
((I tire of this poem now, this is as far as I'm going in the edits. Definitely improved though. Thanks Ren.))
Black Douglas took my heart
But never made it to Jerusalem.
Now it's lying buried
In a Melrose Abbey tomb.
No more flash of steel
T'accompany the crack of wood.
Battle cry silenced
Beneath the granite burden
Borne by those
With the power to lead others.
Uphold their beliefs;
Fight for freedom.
Until the flames are smothered,
Like all such brilliance must be.
Hammer of England will fall no more:
The world is darker for it.
Thus false crusades do end
Amidst the failing heat of Spanish suns.
A lonely, loyal voice cries out
"Go first into the fight, brave heart,
As you have ever done."
Black Douglas took my heart
But never made it to Jerusalem.
Now it's lying buried
In a Melrose Abbey tomb.
No more flash of steel
T'accompany the crack of wood.
Battle cry silenced
Beneath the granite burden
Borne by those
With the power to lead others.
Uphold their beliefs;
Fight for freedom.
Until the flames are smothered,
Like all such brilliance must be.
Hammer of England will fall no more:
The world is darker for it.
Thus false crusades do end
Amidst the failing heat of Spanish suns.
A lonely, loyal voice cries out
"Go first into the fight, brave heart,
As you have ever done."
Monday, 2 July 2007
Brave Heart (Revised)
((The second version of this poem, created under the critical eye of Ren. Still not perfect, but better.))
Black Douglas took my heart
But never made it to Jerusalem.
Now it's lying buried
In a Melrose Abbey tomb.
No more flash of steel
T'accompany the crack of wood.
Battle cry silenced
Beneath such granite burden
As is borne by those
With the power to lead others.
Uphold their beliefs;
Fight for freedom.
Until the flames are smothered,
Like all such brilliance must be.
Hammer of England will fall no more:
The world is darker for it.
Thus false crusades do end
Amidst the failing heat of Spanish suns.
A lonely, loyal voice cries out
"Go first into the fight, brave heart,
As you have ever done."
Black Douglas took my heart
But never made it to Jerusalem.
Now it's lying buried
In a Melrose Abbey tomb.
No more flash of steel
T'accompany the crack of wood.
Battle cry silenced
Beneath such granite burden
As is borne by those
With the power to lead others.
Uphold their beliefs;
Fight for freedom.
Until the flames are smothered,
Like all such brilliance must be.
Hammer of England will fall no more:
The world is darker for it.
Thus false crusades do end
Amidst the failing heat of Spanish suns.
A lonely, loyal voice cries out
"Go first into the fight, brave heart,
As you have ever done."
Sunday, 1 July 2007
Brave Heart
((The first of my poems written after this blog was created. Trying something I haven't done before.))
Black Douglas took my heart
But never made it to Jerusalem.
So now it's lying buried
In a Melrose Abbey tomb.
No more flash of steel
To accompany the crack of wood.
Battle cries are silenced
Beneath such granite burden
As is borne by those
With the power to lead others.
Uphold their beliefs;
Fight for freedom.
Until flames are smothered,
Like all such brilliance must.
Hammer of England shall fall no more:
The world is darker for it.
Thus our failed crusade did end
Amidst the dying heat of a Spanish sun.
A lonely, loyal voice cries out
"Go first into the fight, brave heart,
As you have ever done."
Black Douglas took my heart
But never made it to Jerusalem.
So now it's lying buried
In a Melrose Abbey tomb.
No more flash of steel
To accompany the crack of wood.
Battle cries are silenced
Beneath such granite burden
As is borne by those
With the power to lead others.
Uphold their beliefs;
Fight for freedom.
Until flames are smothered,
Like all such brilliance must.
Hammer of England shall fall no more:
The world is darker for it.
Thus our failed crusade did end
Amidst the dying heat of a Spanish sun.
A lonely, loyal voice cries out
"Go first into the fight, brave heart,
As you have ever done."
Monday, 25 June 2007
Zaftig
((Last one. Anything after this will just be posted as and when it is written.))
Another
Breeze
Calls.
Days
Everlasting,
Forever
Green
Hills
In
June.
Kindly,
Lovers
Make
New
Odes.
Praising
Quicksand.
Rushing
Streams
Turn
Under
Veils.
Within
Xenophobia,
Yes,
Zaftig.
Another
Breeze
Calls.
Days
Everlasting,
Forever
Green
Hills
In
June.
Kindly,
Lovers
Make
New
Odes.
Praising
Quicksand.
Rushing
Streams
Turn
Under
Veils.
Within
Xenophobia,
Yes,
Zaftig.
Worthless Artistry
I am no poet.
My crafted words
die before they leave my lips.
My artful phrases
lie in a gutter of self-debasement.
I am no poet.
Ruled by a form
I cannot master.
Rebellion unnecessary,
Revolution pointless.
I am no poet.
No grace flows
From this ball-point pen.
Twenty-nine pence
To write;
to cry.
I am no poet.
My crafted words
die before they leave my lips.
My artful phrases
lie in a gutter of self-debasement.
I am no poet.
Ruled by a form
I cannot master.
Rebellion unnecessary,
Revolution pointless.
I am no poet.
No grace flows
From this ball-point pen.
Twenty-nine pence
To write;
to cry.
I am no poet.
Whirling Vortex
((Enjoying myself again.))
Words thrown
about
as if in the mid
st of an enraged
giant’s
vehement tantrum
China flies
contrary to
popular belief which
puts too much st
ock in
gravity
like a soup created
by blind
scientists.
Like the whirling vortex
in
my
mind.
Words thrown
about
as if in the mid
st of an enraged
giant’s
vehement tantrum
China flies
contrary to
popular belief which
puts too much st
ock in
gravity
like a soup created
by blind
scientists.
Like the whirling vortex
in
my
mind.
Wheelie Bin
Me mum bought me a wheelie bin
I fed it every day.
I took it out for walkies and
I never let it stray.
Through winter night and summer days
That bin was my companion.
We once fought off a pirate ship
With lettuce, cod and onion.
Then one day a fateful thing
Befell my plastic friend.
An evil thing, a terror and
Our friendship it would rend.
Those nasty kids, that scally gang
They set my bin on fire.
A flaming mess that would become
Poor Wheelie's funeral pyre.
I fed it every day.
I took it out for walkies and
I never let it stray.
Through winter night and summer days
That bin was my companion.
We once fought off a pirate ship
With lettuce, cod and onion.
Then one day a fateful thing
Befell my plastic friend.
An evil thing, a terror and
Our friendship it would rend.
Those nasty kids, that scally gang
They set my bin on fire.
A flaming mess that would become
Poor Wheelie's funeral pyre.
Volcanoes
Pele’s calling me.
Asking me to answer
The questions I’ve been scared to ask myself, of late.
I’m still too scared to ask myself today.
Wrapped up in the covers.
When the phone beside my bed
Stops ringing.
I know this time she’s given up for good.
Someone else’s tears are running down my face.
Since I don’t cry for things
I never had.
I never could.
There hasn’t been a sunset,
Though it wouldn’t save me now
To see the ancient light of stars
Whose lives have burned.
Her fire burns brighter;
I collapse into flames.
Asking me to answer
The questions I’ve been scared to ask myself, of late.
I’m still too scared to ask myself today.
Wrapped up in the covers.
When the phone beside my bed
Stops ringing.
I know this time she’s given up for good.
Someone else’s tears are running down my face.
Since I don’t cry for things
I never had.
I never could.
There hasn’t been a sunset,
Though it wouldn’t save me now
To see the ancient light of stars
Whose lives have burned.
Her fire burns brighter;
I collapse into flames.
Visit Me
A year has passed
Since you stole my heart;
Trapped it there
In Bexleyheath.
Twelve months or so
Of counting days,
Until I'd see
Your face again.
Yet the body's strong,
Needs not this love;
So days can pass
Without my tears.
At least, with this
I fool myself;
With ink on
Paper trickery.
Resolve does grow
To strengthen mind;
I learn to live
Without your call.
But all of this is shattered
With a single message.
"Visit me."
Since you stole my heart;
Trapped it there
In Bexleyheath.
Twelve months or so
Of counting days,
Until I'd see
Your face again.
Yet the body's strong,
Needs not this love;
So days can pass
Without my tears.
At least, with this
I fool myself;
With ink on
Paper trickery.
Resolve does grow
To strengthen mind;
I learn to live
Without your call.
But all of this is shattered
With a single message.
"Visit me."
True Love
((Utter, utter rubbish.))
Your eyes are like diamonds
that sparkle in light.
Every breath that you take
gives me one more delight.
Your hair is like honey
poured from a jug.
I feel my body melting
from one of your hugs.
Your voice is to me
like the soft summer rain.
Whenever you leave me
my heart fills with pain.
Your beauty through me
cuts just like a knife.
Please love me completely
for all of your life.
Your eyes are like diamonds
that sparkle in light.
Every breath that you take
gives me one more delight.
Your hair is like honey
poured from a jug.
I feel my body melting
from one of your hugs.
Your voice is to me
like the soft summer rain.
Whenever you leave me
my heart fills with pain.
Your beauty through me
cuts just like a knife.
Please love me completely
for all of your life.
To Totenzeitgeist, With Love
Oh little one,
Thou foolish thing
So filled with grandeur be.
You cannot see,
This love from me
That all your pomp doth bring.
Your effort’s large,
I’ll give you that
For all the good it does.
The glory’s great,
Or so it seems
Until you’re dead and gone.
For death becomes,
And glory’s lost
At this the end of times.
How Hades laughs,
At his cruel jest
Whilst in the Styx;
You come to rest.
Thou foolish thing
So filled with grandeur be.
You cannot see,
This love from me
That all your pomp doth bring.
Your effort’s large,
I’ll give you that
For all the good it does.
The glory’s great,
Or so it seems
Until you’re dead and gone.
For death becomes,
And glory’s lost
At this the end of times.
How Hades laughs,
At his cruel jest
Whilst in the Styx;
You come to rest.
The Lies Of Gods
"Come. O Come. O come to me"
S'whispered lightly in my ear.
A chill wind urges gentilly
For rash decisions to be made.
"Forever diamonds you shall have"
Apollo tells me with portent.
Not fool am I! returned to him,
I see their fleeting trickery.
"I swear to thee my words are true"
E'en Zeus would speak deceitfully.
Yet 'Sephone whose heart is true
Is blind to him whom falseness rules.
No beast be it, this sea of mine
On which my lady comes to rest.
A calm, susurrent thing of lies
That whispers "Come. O Come. O Come".
S'whispered lightly in my ear.
A chill wind urges gentilly
For rash decisions to be made.
"Forever diamonds you shall have"
Apollo tells me with portent.
Not fool am I! returned to him,
I see their fleeting trickery.
"I swear to thee my words are true"
E'en Zeus would speak deceitfully.
Yet 'Sephone whose heart is true
Is blind to him whom falseness rules.
No beast be it, this sea of mine
On which my lady comes to rest.
A calm, susurrent thing of lies
That whispers "Come. O Come. O Come".
The Joke Of Adolescence
((Because I was tired of other people's poems about how their life was so bad.))
Less than a man
More than a child
Unable to be anything.
Trapped in a torment
Of endless ambiguity.
Sleep the only reprieve.
Mired in self.
Doubt, pity, death
And a trembling hand reaching out
To caress a naked breast.
Less than a man
More than a child
Unable to be anything.
Trapped in a torment
Of endless ambiguity.
Sleep the only reprieve.
Mired in self.
Doubt, pity, death
And a trembling hand reaching out
To caress a naked breast.
Sweet Insanity
((Towards the end of my goth days.))
Pour brown earth on to my grave,
Let me return to a former life.
I’m forgotten by my love
And all that once was now is dead.
Bury me in a sepulchral tomb
Stab a sword into my side.
I’m forgotten by my God
And death is all that’s left for me.
Please just leave me with my mind,
Folding in upon myself.
I’m broken by my untold tales
Which force a deadly, voiceless cry.
When all is dark and tears I cry
My blood unworthy sacrifice.
I lock my door and climb the stairs
Hiding in my tower of white.
And now the door is locked again
The pearly key is lost for now.
I’m alone with no-one left
To rouse me from my sweet insanity.
Pour brown earth on to my grave,
Let me return to a former life.
I’m forgotten by my love
And all that once was now is dead.
Bury me in a sepulchral tomb
Stab a sword into my side.
I’m forgotten by my God
And death is all that’s left for me.
Please just leave me with my mind,
Folding in upon myself.
I’m broken by my untold tales
Which force a deadly, voiceless cry.
When all is dark and tears I cry
My blood unworthy sacrifice.
I lock my door and climb the stairs
Hiding in my tower of white.
And now the door is locked again
The pearly key is lost for now.
I’m alone with no-one left
To rouse me from my sweet insanity.
Sunshore Lament
They stretch before me,
The emerald plains
That ceaselessly roll onward.
Only to break upon the shore.
Violently they cry,
Arms raised heavenward
In prayer or damnation.
Always they collapse into themselves.
Threatening safety,
The breakers crash
Upon these concrete walls.
Never quite reaching far enough.
Burning,
The sun wails
With Orpheus’ dying anguish.
He dared to look back.
The emerald plains
That ceaselessly roll onward.
Only to break upon the shore.
Violently they cry,
Arms raised heavenward
In prayer or damnation.
Always they collapse into themselves.
Threatening safety,
The breakers crash
Upon these concrete walls.
Never quite reaching far enough.
Burning,
The sun wails
With Orpheus’ dying anguish.
He dared to look back.
Stringed Queen
Fiddler,
My stringed queen.
Enrapture me
As you did that night;
When we moved in time
To your music.
Draw me
Across your strings.
I, the bow
In your capable hands.
Allow me
To whisper my words.
Lending shape to
This eternal rhythm.
Complete me;
Be the full stop to my sentence.
The final note
To this melody of love.
Fiddler,
My stringed queen.
Pretend for an evening
That I am your king.
My stringed queen.
Enrapture me
As you did that night;
When we moved in time
To your music.
Draw me
Across your strings.
I, the bow
In your capable hands.
Allow me
To whisper my words.
Lending shape to
This eternal rhythm.
Complete me;
Be the full stop to my sentence.
The final note
To this melody of love.
Fiddler,
My stringed queen.
Pretend for an evening
That I am your king.
Stone Garden
I long to meet my lady death
On a sunny winter’s day.
She’ll take me by her cruel chill hand
And lead me far away.
To a land of long forever
For my days are dark and short.
To walk through my stone garden
Where no more wars are fought.
On a sunny winter’s day.
She’ll take me by her cruel chill hand
And lead me far away.
To a land of long forever
For my days are dark and short.
To walk through my stone garden
Where no more wars are fought.
Speechless
I’m searching for the words to say
Just what you made me feel.
But nothing fits the poetry
You gave me.
I try a sentence in my head
And roll the sounds around my tongue.
But nothing fits the artistry
You gave me.
Thus pen meets paper inklessly
As all my flair is drained.
Stripped down to its barest bones
Until I even lose cliché.
Still the words run through my mind.
“You look good in a towel.”
“Dinner was wonderful.”
“I’d never get tired of being with you.”
“This is what home feels like.”
And what a silly, stupid, lovely thing to do.
All I want to say is;
It was nice to see you.
(I love you)
Just what you made me feel.
But nothing fits the poetry
You gave me.
I try a sentence in my head
And roll the sounds around my tongue.
But nothing fits the artistry
You gave me.
Thus pen meets paper inklessly
As all my flair is drained.
Stripped down to its barest bones
Until I even lose cliché.
Still the words run through my mind.
“You look good in a towel.”
“Dinner was wonderful.”
“I’d never get tired of being with you.”
“This is what home feels like.”
And what a silly, stupid, lovely thing to do.
All I want to say is;
It was nice to see you.
(I love you)
Salvation
((Goth. You were warned.))
Sit inside your Church and pray
For salvation from your sins.
Your life will waste away and
Your soul will disappear.
Taken by a God who never cared.
An emptiness destroys us
Yet is this our only hope?
To wear a blindfold and
Take in faith these words.
Spoken by a God who never knew.
I am free from the hope
Yet I am not liberated.
To be free is to be damned
In the eyes of your friends.
Seen by a God who never realised.
We suffer through life.
We die alone.
There is no saviour.
Sit inside your Church and pray
For salvation from your sins.
Your life will waste away and
Your soul will disappear.
Taken by a God who never cared.
An emptiness destroys us
Yet is this our only hope?
To wear a blindfold and
Take in faith these words.
Spoken by a God who never knew.
I am free from the hope
Yet I am not liberated.
To be free is to be damned
In the eyes of your friends.
Seen by a God who never realised.
We suffer through life.
We die alone.
There is no saviour.
Rhythm Of Relationships
Pretty girl Monday
Sang me the blues.
I told her to come back today
Now I’m ready to hum along.
February kept the rhythm
Strumming on his bass guitar.
A wink in my direction
Tells me he knows why I’m here.
Yet Valentine’s the melody
That hooks my catgut heart.
Fingernails picking out the tune
To which my body dances.
I give myself to their music
Allowing the boundaries of self to collapse.
Succumbing to the sound
When an epiphany strikes.
I’ve forgotten who I am.
Sang me the blues.
I told her to come back today
Now I’m ready to hum along.
February kept the rhythm
Strumming on his bass guitar.
A wink in my direction
Tells me he knows why I’m here.
Yet Valentine’s the melody
That hooks my catgut heart.
Fingernails picking out the tune
To which my body dances.
I give myself to their music
Allowing the boundaries of self to collapse.
Succumbing to the sound
When an epiphany strikes.
I’ve forgotten who I am.
Reflection
((Goth. I hate how derivative I was back then.))
I've been looking at the mirror
for the past two weeks.
Wondering if my reflection
is someone you would love more than me.
I cannot bear this agony
telling myself that I am more than my image.
No longer will I suffer
under these pretentions.
My fist comes down,
the glass shatters,
I fall into a million pieces.
Shards of me too sharp to put back together.
I've been looking at the mirror
for the past two weeks.
Wondering if my reflection
is someone you would love more than me.
I cannot bear this agony
telling myself that I am more than my image.
No longer will I suffer
under these pretentions.
My fist comes down,
the glass shatters,
I fall into a million pieces.
Shards of me too sharp to put back together.
Questioning Myself
((Goth.))
Can’t you see what you do to me?
Breaking apart from the pain inside.
Torn apart by my own true feelings.
But I can’t hide.
Always running from the moment.
Won’t return for fear of light.
Ripped apart by jealous anger.
But I can’t fight.
Why won’t you go away,
Go away and leave me here alone?
Why won’t you disappear,
Leave me now and never return?
Where have you gone?
And where will you be?
And why aren’t you here in my arms?
Why can’t I see?
Why’s this happening to me?
And who am I?
Why won’t you go away,
Go away and leave me here alone?
Why won’t you disappear,
Leave me now and never return?
Why won’t you go away,
Go away and leave me here alone?
Why won’t you disappear,
Leave me now and never return?
Why won’t you disappear,
Leave me now and never return?
Can’t you see what you do to me?
Breaking apart from the pain inside.
Torn apart by my own true feelings.
But I can’t hide.
Always running from the moment.
Won’t return for fear of light.
Ripped apart by jealous anger.
But I can’t fight.
Why won’t you go away,
Go away and leave me here alone?
Why won’t you disappear,
Leave me now and never return?
Where have you gone?
And where will you be?
And why aren’t you here in my arms?
Why can’t I see?
Why’s this happening to me?
And who am I?
Why won’t you go away,
Go away and leave me here alone?
Why won’t you disappear,
Leave me now and never return?
Why won’t you go away,
Go away and leave me here alone?
Why won’t you disappear,
Leave me now and never return?
Why won’t you disappear,
Leave me now and never return?
Proposal
((Ugh; just ugh. I did write some drivel back then.))
I wrap up my heart and to you it shall go,
And from this small gift all my love it will flow.
I know it’s not much, it’s the best I can do,
Although it is small it’s especially for you.
It doesn’t come with a ribbon or come with a bow,
Doesn’t come in a glass case to be put out on show.
Doesn’t come with a warranty it’s here for life.
This I will ask you,
“Will you be my wife?”
I wrap up my heart and to you it shall go,
And from this small gift all my love it will flow.
I know it’s not much, it’s the best I can do,
Although it is small it’s especially for you.
It doesn’t come with a ribbon or come with a bow,
Doesn’t come in a glass case to be put out on show.
Doesn’t come with a warranty it’s here for life.
This I will ask you,
“Will you be my wife?”
Only One
((Old; goth. You know the drill.))
I’m the only one for you
Don’t listen to the others.
Close your ears to their lies,
Shut your eyes and pray.
I’m the only one for you
Protect you all your life.
Isolated for your safety,
Never leave this place.
I’m the only one for you
Ignore the whispered voices.
Take your robe and vestments off,
Scream it all away.
Lay your head down,
Go to sleep,
And never wake again.
I’m the only one for you
Don’t listen to the others.
Close your ears to their lies,
Shut your eyes and pray.
I’m the only one for you
Protect you all your life.
Isolated for your safety,
Never leave this place.
I’m the only one for you
Ignore the whispered voices.
Take your robe and vestments off,
Scream it all away.
Lay your head down,
Go to sleep,
And never wake again.
Oh
The storm man calls reality
Has battered me for time untold;
'Til sadness is normality
And endless is this bitter cold.
A wind that slices through the soul
Eroding heart and granite both.
Relentless sigh doth take its toll
To leave me with an icy sloth.
I start to think it's you
That keeps me here.
Somehow your smile has anchored me
Against the roughest squall.
A veritable siren song
With instrument betwixt your lips;
Such melody for which I long
All other senses to eclipse.
For essence of my spirit caught
And played so enigmatically;
Not knowing it was you I sought
To gift me sweet serenity.
Has battered me for time untold;
'Til sadness is normality
And endless is this bitter cold.
A wind that slices through the soul
Eroding heart and granite both.
Relentless sigh doth take its toll
To leave me with an icy sloth.
I start to think it's you
That keeps me here.
Somehow your smile has anchored me
Against the roughest squall.
A veritable siren song
With instrument betwixt your lips;
Such melody for which I long
All other senses to eclipse.
For essence of my spirit caught
And played so enigmatically;
Not knowing it was you I sought
To gift me sweet serenity.
Noir
Amidst the clashing of swords stands a girl,
her silence so loud to my broken ears.
A sea of lies, fed by Styx.
Singular tributary in the vast country of my love.
The jangling of a bracelet,
Dancing against the moon in our indian summer.
The dark light of a girl,
Who says she loves,
And yet is dead.
her silence so loud to my broken ears.
A sea of lies, fed by Styx.
Singular tributary in the vast country of my love.
The jangling of a bracelet,
Dancing against the moon in our indian summer.
The dark light of a girl,
Who says she loves,
And yet is dead.
Noble Suit
(So easily I fell to this,
Tumbled down a rabbit hole.
Small white creature follows near,
Where it leads my queen will know.)
O Queen, O Queen,
O Queen of Hearts.
You who rule my very soul.
To thou my dreams each night depart.
O Queen, O Queen,
O Queen of Hearts.
Once I was a noble man
Whose virtue rose above the rest.
My banner strong against the wind
There was no king I could not best.
O Queen, O Queen,
O Queen of Hearts.
You who rule my very soul.
To thou my dreams each night depart.
O Queen, O Queen,
O Queen of Hearts.
My sword was fire, my shield was flame
My armour was ‘candescent blaze.
The elements themselves attest
The power of my ardour’d gaze.
O Queen, O Queen,
O Queen of Hearts.
You who rule my very soul.
To thou my dreams each night depart.
O Queen, O Queen,
O Queen of Hearts.
Yet here I lay, a broken man,
My fingers clasping only stone.
Where fire once raged eternally,
There’s only flesh; and skin; and bone.
O Queen, O Queen,
O Queen of Hearts.
You who rule my very soul.
To thou my dreams each night depart.
O Queen, O Queen,
O Queen of Hearts.
Tumbled down a rabbit hole.
Small white creature follows near,
Where it leads my queen will know.)
O Queen, O Queen,
O Queen of Hearts.
You who rule my very soul.
To thou my dreams each night depart.
O Queen, O Queen,
O Queen of Hearts.
Once I was a noble man
Whose virtue rose above the rest.
My banner strong against the wind
There was no king I could not best.
O Queen, O Queen,
O Queen of Hearts.
You who rule my very soul.
To thou my dreams each night depart.
O Queen, O Queen,
O Queen of Hearts.
My sword was fire, my shield was flame
My armour was ‘candescent blaze.
The elements themselves attest
The power of my ardour’d gaze.
O Queen, O Queen,
O Queen of Hearts.
You who rule my very soul.
To thou my dreams each night depart.
O Queen, O Queen,
O Queen of Hearts.
Yet here I lay, a broken man,
My fingers clasping only stone.
Where fire once raged eternally,
There’s only flesh; and skin; and bone.
O Queen, O Queen,
O Queen of Hearts.
You who rule my very soul.
To thou my dreams each night depart.
O Queen, O Queen,
O Queen of Hearts.
My Syrinx
Pan's lost his pipes,
He wanders dumb.
Unable to find
Word nor song.
Haunted by
The ghost of her.
His love Syrinx
Gone long before.
At night he calls,
By day he cries.
And nevermore
His voice admired.
A tale of woe
This lovers fit.
My Syrinx lips
I've yet to kiss.
He wanders dumb.
Unable to find
Word nor song.
Haunted by
The ghost of her.
His love Syrinx
Gone long before.
At night he calls,
By day he cries.
And nevermore
His voice admired.
A tale of woe
This lovers fit.
My Syrinx lips
I've yet to kiss.
My Night
((Goth again.))
Breathe into me.
I beg you.
Breathe into me.
Make me real again.
I just want to feel
like I once..
Cry beneath
the starry....
Die again.
I just want to feel.
Again.
Take my hand,
I beg you
hear my words.
I've nothing else left
to give.
I call out to you
in the darkness of my night.
I listen for the echoes
of the waves.
But you've left me here alone.
Breathe into me.
I beg you.
Breathe into me.
Make me real again.
I just want to feel
like I once..
Cry beneath
the starry....
Die again.
I just want to feel.
Again.
Take my hand,
I beg you
hear my words.
I've nothing else left
to give.
I call out to you
in the darkness of my night.
I listen for the echoes
of the waves.
But you've left me here alone.
My Autumn
((Old and goth. I am sutiably ashamed.))
I've been hiding from you.
For too long.
Now I open my world to you.
Here I am.
I'm empty now.
Open,
lifeless.
I'm giving myself up.
Dash me upon your jagged rocks.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm too lifeless.
You're too strong.
I've been hiding from you.
For too long.
Now I open my world to you.
Here I am.
I'm empty now.
Open,
lifeless.
I'm giving myself up.
Dash me upon your jagged rocks.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm too lifeless.
You're too strong.
Ms. LindySwingster
I've got this electronic friendship,
Love sent down the internet.
Ms. LindySwingster dropping by,
Teaching me to dance and smile.
A grace in conversation,
Matched only by your feet.
Dancing around words and footsteps both
Amazing me with votre beau ideal.
Not only Baion of the floor,
Gliding soft around your verbs;
But a Minuet of the mind
In which you penetrate so perfectly.
Seeing all within an instant,
Knowing me intimately.
Expanding thought and understanding;
Bringing me a peace within.
I've got this electronic friendship,
Love sent down the internet.
Ms. LindySwingster dropping by,
Teaching me to dance and smile.
Love sent down the internet.
Ms. LindySwingster dropping by,
Teaching me to dance and smile.
A grace in conversation,
Matched only by your feet.
Dancing around words and footsteps both
Amazing me with votre beau ideal.
Not only Baion of the floor,
Gliding soft around your verbs;
But a Minuet of the mind
In which you penetrate so perfectly.
Seeing all within an instant,
Knowing me intimately.
Expanding thought and understanding;
Bringing me a peace within.
I've got this electronic friendship,
Love sent down the internet.
Ms. LindySwingster dropping by,
Teaching me to dance and smile.
Mistress Distance
The mistress Distance grieves my heart,
Removing all that care for me.
Tearing out my life and soul
With hands of ice and eyes of steel.
I felt and saw a laugh from her
That set my soul on fire, ablaze.
I heard a sight of sapphire jewels
Whilst in her arms I dallied, strayed.
This image of a perfect soul
Doth fade from sight and mem’ry both.
An evanescent dream of faith
Diminished as ephemeral ghost.
As Hades trapped within my hell
I toss my head and keen in rage.
Persephone beyond my reach
Her beauty past the oceans lay.
Removing all that care for me.
Tearing out my life and soul
With hands of ice and eyes of steel.
I felt and saw a laugh from her
That set my soul on fire, ablaze.
I heard a sight of sapphire jewels
Whilst in her arms I dallied, strayed.
This image of a perfect soul
Doth fade from sight and mem’ry both.
An evanescent dream of faith
Diminished as ephemeral ghost.
As Hades trapped within my hell
I toss my head and keen in rage.
Persephone beyond my reach
Her beauty past the oceans lay.
Metaphor For A Modern Time (Final)
My vision of a shattered world.
A break from cover,
A blinding flash,
A shot rings out.
The gun is held by those in power.
A cracked window,
A ruptured door.
A frieze of death.
Photographed by those with no emotion.
A broken nose,
A torn ear,
A scarred face.
The perfect metaphor for a modern time.
A president flattens the homes of thousands,
He calls it “Restoring Order”.
Another kills thousands in a war,
He calls it “Holy Crusade”.
This vision of a shattered world is not imagined.
It is here.
It is now.
It has to stop.
A break from cover,
A blinding flash,
A shot rings out.
The gun is held by those in power.
A cracked window,
A ruptured door.
A frieze of death.
Photographed by those with no emotion.
A broken nose,
A torn ear,
A scarred face.
The perfect metaphor for a modern time.
A president flattens the homes of thousands,
He calls it “Restoring Order”.
Another kills thousands in a war,
He calls it “Holy Crusade”.
This vision of a shattered world is not imagined.
It is here.
It is now.
It has to stop.
Metaphor For A Modern Time (Revised)
My vision of a shattered world.
A cold wind blows,
An empty cage,
A bird shot down.
The gun is held by those in power.
A cracked window,
A ruptured door.
A frieze of death.
Photographed by those with no emotion.
A broken nose,
A torn ear,
A scarred face.
The perfect metaphor for a modern time.
A president flattens the homes of thousands,
He calls it “Restoring Order”.
Another kills thousands in a war,
He calls it a Holy Crusade.
This vision of a shattered world is not imagined.
It is here.
It is now.
It has to stop.
A cold wind blows,
An empty cage,
A bird shot down.
The gun is held by those in power.
A cracked window,
A ruptured door.
A frieze of death.
Photographed by those with no emotion.
A broken nose,
A torn ear,
A scarred face.
The perfect metaphor for a modern time.
A president flattens the homes of thousands,
He calls it “Restoring Order”.
Another kills thousands in a war,
He calls it a Holy Crusade.
This vision of a shattered world is not imagined.
It is here.
It is now.
It has to stop.
Metaphor For A Modern Time
My vision of a shattered world.
A war-torn life,
An empty cage,
Bird shot down.
The gun is held by those who argue against action.
A broken nose,
A torn ear,
A scarred face.
The perfect metaphor for a modern time.
A president flattens the homes of thousands,
We call it sadistic.
Another kills thousands in a war,
We call it a crusade.
This vision of a shattered world is not imagined.
It is here.
It is now.
It has to stop.
A war-torn life,
An empty cage,
Bird shot down.
The gun is held by those who argue against action.
A broken nose,
A torn ear,
A scarred face.
The perfect metaphor for a modern time.
A president flattens the homes of thousands,
We call it sadistic.
Another kills thousands in a war,
We call it a crusade.
This vision of a shattered world is not imagined.
It is here.
It is now.
It has to stop.
Lymphae's Touch
I feel the Lymphae’s touch
Tonight more than ever.
Shewing in my mind
A new form of madness.
Photographs surround me,
Still shots of your new life.
Four years of seperation,
Four faces, eyes boring into my soul.
Four smiles for me,
Each one a remonstration.
I see my own actions,
Reflected in the pain seen there.
So madness again
Is the order of the day.
In both our lives,
The Lymphae rule.
Tonight more than ever.
Shewing in my mind
A new form of madness.
Photographs surround me,
Still shots of your new life.
Four years of seperation,
Four faces, eyes boring into my soul.
Four smiles for me,
Each one a remonstration.
I see my own actions,
Reflected in the pain seen there.
So madness again
Is the order of the day.
In both our lives,
The Lymphae rule.
Love's Two Loves (Final Version)
So near to you and yet so far,
A paradox of truest form.
That fate should strive to ease our pain,
Would be a wish and nothing more.
By day the sun does shine it’s best,
Mocking all I know is true.
It brings no warmth to this poor soul,
Whose only thought is loving you.
At night my heart for you doth cry,
Weeping crimson tears of rage.
For love’s two loves apart must be,
And so my lifeblood doth decay.
Tomorrow’s light relieves my heart,
Promising another day.
But I have travelled far enough,
From the grove where love has lain.
A paradox of truest form.
That fate should strive to ease our pain,
Would be a wish and nothing more.
By day the sun does shine it’s best,
Mocking all I know is true.
It brings no warmth to this poor soul,
Whose only thought is loving you.
At night my heart for you doth cry,
Weeping crimson tears of rage.
For love’s two loves apart must be,
And so my lifeblood doth decay.
Tomorrow’s light relieves my heart,
Promising another day.
But I have travelled far enough,
From the grove where love has lain.
Love's Two Loves (Revised)
So near to you and yet so far,
A paradox of truest form.
That fate should strive to ease our pain
Would be a wish and nothing more.
My eye beholds a beauteous jewel,
An emerald men could not deny.
And yet my eye doth turn away,
Blinded by a topaz fire.
This topaz fire, it burns inside,
Occludes even Persephone.
My vision drawn towards this sun,
It steals my very soul away.
My soul has gone to be with thee,
Resides no longer in myself.
For love’s two loves apart must be
But while we are I’ll never rest.
A paradox of truest form.
That fate should strive to ease our pain
Would be a wish and nothing more.
My eye beholds a beauteous jewel,
An emerald men could not deny.
And yet my eye doth turn away,
Blinded by a topaz fire.
This topaz fire, it burns inside,
Occludes even Persephone.
My vision drawn towards this sun,
It steals my very soul away.
My soul has gone to be with thee,
Resides no longer in myself.
For love’s two loves apart must be
But while we are I’ll never rest.
Love's Two Loves
So near to you and yet so far,
A paradox of truest form.
That fate should strive to ease our pain,
Would be a wish and nothing more.
My eye beholds a beauteous jewel,
An emerald men could not deny.
And yet my eye doth turn away,
Blinded by a topaz fire.
At night my heart for you doth cry,
Weeping crimson tears of rage.
For love’s two loves apart must be,
And so my lifeblood doth decay.
Tomorrow’s light relieves my heart,
Promising another day.
But I have travelled far enough,
From the grove where love has lain.
A paradox of truest form.
That fate should strive to ease our pain,
Would be a wish and nothing more.
My eye beholds a beauteous jewel,
An emerald men could not deny.
And yet my eye doth turn away,
Blinded by a topaz fire.
At night my heart for you doth cry,
Weeping crimson tears of rage.
For love’s two loves apart must be,
And so my lifeblood doth decay.
Tomorrow’s light relieves my heart,
Promising another day.
But I have travelled far enough,
From the grove where love has lain.
Looking Glass
Lead me through the looking glass,
Show me what your Alice saw.
Be careful not to break the rules
To languish here forevermore.
Lead me to the Cheshire cat,
Take me where your Alice went.
Squeezed into this rabbit hole
Where love lies on a flipping coin.
Lead me to the Queen of Hearts,
Tell me what your Alice heard.
Give to me your loving tarts
Then leave me in this other world.
Lead me through the looking glass.
Let me be your Alice.
Please.
Show me what your Alice saw.
Be careful not to break the rules
To languish here forevermore.
Lead me to the Cheshire cat,
Take me where your Alice went.
Squeezed into this rabbit hole
Where love lies on a flipping coin.
Lead me to the Queen of Hearts,
Tell me what your Alice heard.
Give to me your loving tarts
Then leave me in this other world.
Lead me through the looking glass.
Let me be your Alice.
Please.
Loki Lass
((Having some fun here.))
Loki’s in the form of femme,
Playing tricks on hearts of men.
Flirty as a tavern wench
She’ll lead you on a merry dance.
From bed to floor to stable stall
Yet come to love you’ll play the fool.
Loki’s in the form of femme,
Playing tricks on hearts of men.
To take your hand, walk up the aisle
And flash a two-faced loving smile.
Swear she loves you more than those
Who’ve lain with her in passionate throes.
Loki’s in the form of femme,
Playing tricks on hearts of men.
Thus lacking doubt you leave the house
To purchase trinkets for your spouse.
Yet coming home, her empty charms
Are wrapped up in another’s arms.
Loki’s in the form of femme,
Playing tricks on hearts of men.
So down your ale and hear my words
Before to woe you come.
For Loki lass is lifting skirts
And fickle flesh succumbs.
Loki’s in the form of femme,
Playing tricks on hearts of men.
Loki’s in the form of femme,
Playing tricks on hearts of men.
Flirty as a tavern wench
She’ll lead you on a merry dance.
From bed to floor to stable stall
Yet come to love you’ll play the fool.
Loki’s in the form of femme,
Playing tricks on hearts of men.
To take your hand, walk up the aisle
And flash a two-faced loving smile.
Swear she loves you more than those
Who’ve lain with her in passionate throes.
Loki’s in the form of femme,
Playing tricks on hearts of men.
Thus lacking doubt you leave the house
To purchase trinkets for your spouse.
Yet coming home, her empty charms
Are wrapped up in another’s arms.
Loki’s in the form of femme,
Playing tricks on hearts of men.
So down your ale and hear my words
Before to woe you come.
For Loki lass is lifting skirts
And fickle flesh succumbs.
Loki’s in the form of femme,
Playing tricks on hearts of men.
I'm Dying
((Goth. Apologies.))
Rescue me
Lift me up into your sun
Hold your arms around me
Tell me everything I need
To hear
To save
To stop me falling from your eyes.
Don't let me go
Don't leave me here upon this cross
You've tied my arms
Why would you do this to me?
You call yourself my saviour
You try to tell me you're my God.
I don't believe you.
You can't be what I've been looking for.
I've searched for you and now I see
that I'm in you and you in me.
Give me back my soul.
I take this knife,
a cut,
deeper,
further,
suicide.
Rescue me
Lift me up into your sun
Hold your arms around me
Tell me everything I need
To hear
To save
To stop me falling from your eyes.
Don't let me go
Don't leave me here upon this cross
You've tied my arms
Why would you do this to me?
You call yourself my saviour
You try to tell me you're my God.
I don't believe you.
You can't be what I've been looking for.
I've searched for you and now I see
that I'm in you and you in me.
Give me back my soul.
I take this knife,
a cut,
deeper,
further,
suicide.
How Many Times?
((The first poem I'd written in years, set me off down the path to where I am now.))
How many times can a man turn his head,
And pretend he doesn’t see?
How many times can a man turn his head,
As the enemy they flee?
How many times can he walk on by,
As a person lies there dying?
How many times can he walk on by,
As mothers sit there crying?
How many times can a man turn his head,
As a best friend coughs his last?
How many times can a man turn his head?
Will we ever escape from the past?
How many times can a man turn his head,
And pretend he doesn’t see?
How many times can a man turn his head,
As the enemy they flee?
How many times can he walk on by,
As a person lies there dying?
How many times can he walk on by,
As mothers sit there crying?
How many times can a man turn his head,
As a best friend coughs his last?
How many times can a man turn his head?
Will we ever escape from the past?
Home
I don’t live here,
Merely passing through.
I’ll be on my way
And you’ll just wave forlornly.
You brew the tea;
One milk, two sugars.
I’ll relax in this cushioned armchair
While your mum cooks cheese potato.
Dirty plates lie unwashed
Since we have better things to do.
Sunbathe ‘til your back turns red,
Then fall asleep apart; alone.
The easy grace you carry
And that so enraptures me.
Whether golden stars adorn your face
Or eyes half-closed in sleep.
Whilst none of this explains it all
Each has its part to play.
And though I’ll never tell you this
(Keep quiet)
I love you.
But I don’t live here,
Merely passing through.
I’ll be on my way
And you’ll just wave forlornly.
So this is a form of goodbye;
My suicide beauty queen.
Merely passing through.
I’ll be on my way
And you’ll just wave forlornly.
You brew the tea;
One milk, two sugars.
I’ll relax in this cushioned armchair
While your mum cooks cheese potato.
Dirty plates lie unwashed
Since we have better things to do.
Sunbathe ‘til your back turns red,
Then fall asleep apart; alone.
The easy grace you carry
And that so enraptures me.
Whether golden stars adorn your face
Or eyes half-closed in sleep.
Whilst none of this explains it all
Each has its part to play.
And though I’ll never tell you this
(Keep quiet)
I love you.
But I don’t live here,
Merely passing through.
I’ll be on my way
And you’ll just wave forlornly.
So this is a form of goodbye;
My suicide beauty queen.
Hiraedd
((To Rhodry of Aberwyn.))
Life is but a fancy
And love is just a death.
When all is come to ending
And birth has come to rest.
The northern lights are at their end
Their beauty shines no more.
All sorrows have been buried
So that joy shall never care.
A foul hiraedd that eats away
Allows a strangled cry.
For love is dead and all is lost
At this, the end of times.
As now the end is ending
Beginning once again.
So love returns to empty graves
And lights the world of men.
Life is but a fancy
And love is just a death.
When all is come to ending
And birth has come to rest.
The northern lights are at their end
Their beauty shines no more.
All sorrows have been buried
So that joy shall never care.
A foul hiraedd that eats away
Allows a strangled cry.
For love is dead and all is lost
At this, the end of times.
As now the end is ending
Beginning once again.
So love returns to empty graves
And lights the world of men.
Gravity
((Written for a competition judged by Philip Pullman, didn't win. Apparently I should have made the gravity thing a bit more blatant.))
I fell again,
Broken and damned by
The angel of mercy.
Calling my name.
I had a choice,
Death or damnation.
I chose to fall,
Surrendering.
I’m falling out of reach.
I’m crying out your name.
I’m clawing at the air.
Wrenched from you,
Fighting against gravity.
Unable to win, an eternity of loss.
I fell again,
Broken and damned by
The angel of mercy.
Calling my name.
I had a choice,
Death or damnation.
I chose to fall,
Surrendering.
I’m falling out of reach.
I’m crying out your name.
I’m clawing at the air.
Wrenched from you,
Fighting against gravity.
Unable to win, an eternity of loss.
Formerly
Once the words so easy came,
Flowed through lips and fingers both.
I used to write.
Florid prose was my abode,
No rhyme could stand against my pen.
I used to write.
Where’er the ink and paper touched,
Was fusion ‘tween the elements.
I used to write.
I rode upon the Fortune’s Wheel
And suffered fate engendered there.
I used to write.
As present so becomes the past
My words were doomed to follow it.
I used to write.
Thus all stanza’s reach their end
All prose put in it’s place.
Poor poets travel in the wake
To ebb, and flow, and die.
I used to be a writer;
Now I fall in love.
Flowed through lips and fingers both.
I used to write.
Florid prose was my abode,
No rhyme could stand against my pen.
I used to write.
Where’er the ink and paper touched,
Was fusion ‘tween the elements.
I used to write.
I rode upon the Fortune’s Wheel
And suffered fate engendered there.
I used to write.
As present so becomes the past
My words were doomed to follow it.
I used to write.
Thus all stanza’s reach their end
All prose put in it’s place.
Poor poets travel in the wake
To ebb, and flow, and die.
I used to be a writer;
Now I fall in love.
Flower's Mowed Down
((About as blatant a Tori Amos tribute as I have ever produced.))
Sand and water meet.
Children laugh as they chase the tide,
Parents smile as they watch their children play.
A new toy found.
Sand is washed away.
Children giggle in wonderment as their feet leave the floor,
Parents wryly grin at their child’s voiced gasp.
A happy memory discovered.
Hard rock is exposed.
The child’s laugh is replaced with a scream of pain,
The parent’s smile is torn apart never to return.
Innocence destroyed.
And the only sound in my ear is a bracelet on a wrist.
Jangle,
Jangle,
Jingle.
Jangle.
Sand and water meet.
Children laugh as they chase the tide,
Parents smile as they watch their children play.
A new toy found.
Sand is washed away.
Children giggle in wonderment as their feet leave the floor,
Parents wryly grin at their child’s voiced gasp.
A happy memory discovered.
Hard rock is exposed.
The child’s laugh is replaced with a scream of pain,
The parent’s smile is torn apart never to return.
Innocence destroyed.
And the only sound in my ear is a bracelet on a wrist.
Jangle,
Jangle,
Jingle.
Jangle.
Fiddler
The Fiddler played through the night
Her melody breaking my heart.
It began as a reel,
Paced and lively.
We danced around each other;
The Fiddler and I.
Hours of bow across strings,
Her gentle fingers keeping time
To our movements.
In and out, around and through.
Then, as tired feet and minds dictate,
We slowed.
Reel dropped for heartfelt ballad;
Music of lovers,
Melody of friends.
Our dance came closer,
Softer
And I grew to know you;
In part became you.
Sense of self lost in the rhythm.
Yet, as all things do
We came to an end.
Final note struck.
Dawn broke through the snowfall.
The Fiddler played through the night
Her melody breaking my heart.
Her melody breaking my heart.
It began as a reel,
Paced and lively.
We danced around each other;
The Fiddler and I.
Hours of bow across strings,
Her gentle fingers keeping time
To our movements.
In and out, around and through.
Then, as tired feet and minds dictate,
We slowed.
Reel dropped for heartfelt ballad;
Music of lovers,
Melody of friends.
Our dance came closer,
Softer
And I grew to know you;
In part became you.
Sense of self lost in the rhythm.
Yet, as all things do
We came to an end.
Final note struck.
Dawn broke through the snowfall.
The Fiddler played through the night
Her melody breaking my heart.
Felicitous Dawn
Apollo drives his chariot
Across the morning sky.
Brings with him the dawn
And it's dread felicity.
The dawn doth break and takes away
Our love that lasts through night.
It steals the very soul of me
With it's foul warming light.
In fear, regret and longing
We reach, our fingers clasp.
Turn to embrace each other
In this, our lover's grasp.
Begone thou dawn, Apollo fly
So leave us with this endless time.
As Morpheus, he grants our wish
Says, when has true love been a crime?
Across the morning sky.
Brings with him the dawn
And it's dread felicity.
The dawn doth break and takes away
Our love that lasts through night.
It steals the very soul of me
With it's foul warming light.
In fear, regret and longing
We reach, our fingers clasp.
Turn to embrace each other
In this, our lover's grasp.
Begone thou dawn, Apollo fly
So leave us with this endless time.
As Morpheus, he grants our wish
Says, when has true love been a crime?
Fallen
((Ugh; my first ever goth poem. I really do apologise for inflicting all this upon you.))
A broken heart can hear my cries,
Destroyed inside by these endless lies.
Another day, I try to fly.
Falling down, prepare to die.
Fallen
I’m screaming
Yet I’m barely breathing
Darkness
Consuming,
Surrounding, confusing.
Bleeding the tears of a lonely death,
Dying inside and religion won’t save me
I look to God to heal my wound,
But he’s resting now in an empty tomb.
I feel no life running through my veins,
Driven inside by the hollow rain.
Fallen
I’m screaming
Yet I’m barely breathing
Darkness
Consuming,
Surrounding, confusing.
Bleeding the tears of a lonely death,
Dying inside and religion won’t save me
Bleeding the tears of a lonely death,
Dying inside and religion won’t save me
A broken heart can hear my cries,
Destroyed inside by these endless lies.
Another day, I try to fly.
Falling down, prepare to die.
Fallen
I’m screaming
Yet I’m barely breathing
Darkness
Consuming,
Surrounding, confusing.
Bleeding the tears of a lonely death,
Dying inside and religion won’t save me
I look to God to heal my wound,
But he’s resting now in an empty tomb.
I feel no life running through my veins,
Driven inside by the hollow rain.
Fallen
I’m screaming
Yet I’m barely breathing
Darkness
Consuming,
Surrounding, confusing.
Bleeding the tears of a lonely death,
Dying inside and religion won’t save me
Bleeding the tears of a lonely death,
Dying inside and religion won’t save me
Eternal
Atlas I am,
With the weight of the world on my shoulders,
Immobile as stone.
Hades I am,
Sentenced to a life of darkness,
Longing for the Sun.
Achilles I am,
Struck at my weakest point,
To fall irrevocably.
Roland I am,
Unable to break free of my sword,
Durandana stolen from me.
I am God.
I am Hero.
I am frail.
With the weight of the world on my shoulders,
Immobile as stone.
Hades I am,
Sentenced to a life of darkness,
Longing for the Sun.
Achilles I am,
Struck at my weakest point,
To fall irrevocably.
Roland I am,
Unable to break free of my sword,
Durandana stolen from me.
I am God.
I am Hero.
I am frail.
Entreat Of The Muse
I’m lost in these pages,
I’m lost without you.
A siren song you were to me
As a child those many years ago.
Your voice rang out from inside
Promising that which I had never dreamed of.
I’m lost in these pages,
I’m lost without you.
Seductress; teacher; mother; friend,
All of these and more.
Available in retrospect only, are the reasons
I miss you so.
I’m lost in these pages,
I’m lost without you.
Effortless, the way you worked
And gave to me this thread I weave.
So easy was the gift granted,
A brush of lips; evanescent kiss.
I’m lost in these pages,
I’m lost without you.
For years beside me you travelled
Imparting those words that flow from this ink.
Yet like air that is breathed or water, drunk
I took your devotion for granted.
I’m lost in these pages,
I’m lost without you.
Then, in the midst of a typically dark night
You slipped away from my side.
Physically undisturbed I continued
Yet the mortal soul I harbour fares different.
I’m lost in these pages,
I’m lost without you.
So I undertook my hardest work
My greatest mission.
To humble myself in word and thought,
To beg you to come home again.
For what is a poet without his muse
But lost?
I’m lost in these pages,
I’m lost without you.
I’m lost without you.
A siren song you were to me
As a child those many years ago.
Your voice rang out from inside
Promising that which I had never dreamed of.
I’m lost in these pages,
I’m lost without you.
Seductress; teacher; mother; friend,
All of these and more.
Available in retrospect only, are the reasons
I miss you so.
I’m lost in these pages,
I’m lost without you.
Effortless, the way you worked
And gave to me this thread I weave.
So easy was the gift granted,
A brush of lips; evanescent kiss.
I’m lost in these pages,
I’m lost without you.
For years beside me you travelled
Imparting those words that flow from this ink.
Yet like air that is breathed or water, drunk
I took your devotion for granted.
I’m lost in these pages,
I’m lost without you.
Then, in the midst of a typically dark night
You slipped away from my side.
Physically undisturbed I continued
Yet the mortal soul I harbour fares different.
I’m lost in these pages,
I’m lost without you.
So I undertook my hardest work
My greatest mission.
To humble myself in word and thought,
To beg you to come home again.
For what is a poet without his muse
But lost?
I’m lost in these pages,
I’m lost without you.
Durandana
Durandana,
The weapon I wield in the fight
Against the darkness.
Seeing only by her reflected light
I am guided over glass bridges,
Through broken walls.
Down the six thousand and four steps.
Traversing the Acheron,
Braving the Styx.
All for the sake of a singularity.
Feats no man could hope to attempt,
All for three small words.
The weapon I wield in the fight
Against the darkness.
Seeing only by her reflected light
I am guided over glass bridges,
Through broken walls.
Down the six thousand and four steps.
Traversing the Acheron,
Braving the Styx.
All for the sake of a singularity.
Feats no man could hope to attempt,
All for three small words.
Die zwei Lieben der Liebe
((My attempt at converting one of my poems into German for a friend. English is used where I didn't know the German word.))
So in der Nähe von Ihnen und noch bis jetzt,
Ein Paradox der wahrsten Form.
Dieses Schicksal sollte sich mühen, unseren Schmerz zu erleichtern
Würde ein Wunsch und nichts mehr sein.
Mein Auge schaut ein wunderschönes Juwel an,
Smaragdgrüne Männer konnten nicht bestreiten.
Und noch wendet sich mein Auge doth ab,
Geblendet durch ein Topas-Feuer.
Dieses Topas-Feuer, es brennt innen,
Verschließt sogar Persephone.
Meine zu dieser Sonne gezogene Vision,
Es stiehlt meine wirkliche Seele weg.
Meine Seele ist gegangen, um mit thee zu sein,
Wohnt nicht mehr in mir selbst.
Weil die zwei Lieben der Liebe einzeln sein müssen
Aber während wir sind, werde ich mich nie ausruhen.
So in der Nähe von Ihnen und noch bis jetzt,
Ein Paradox der wahrsten Form.
Dieses Schicksal sollte sich mühen, unseren Schmerz zu erleichtern
Würde ein Wunsch und nichts mehr sein.
Mein Auge schaut ein wunderschönes Juwel an,
Smaragdgrüne Männer konnten nicht bestreiten.
Und noch wendet sich mein Auge doth ab,
Geblendet durch ein Topas-Feuer.
Dieses Topas-Feuer, es brennt innen,
Verschließt sogar Persephone.
Meine zu dieser Sonne gezogene Vision,
Es stiehlt meine wirkliche Seele weg.
Meine Seele ist gegangen, um mit thee zu sein,
Wohnt nicht mehr in mir selbst.
Weil die zwei Lieben der Liebe einzeln sein müssen
Aber während wir sind, werde ich mich nie ausruhen.
Desire
Crawl, desire, crawl.
Break me down into a million little pieces.
Open me up and tear out my soul.
I have no more, I need no more.
Run, desire, run.
Take out on me your hatred.
Rip me into shreds and toss me out
Like the rubbish I’ve become.
Fly, desire, fly.
Finish what you’ve started.
Remove from my life what little I have left.
I have no more, I need no more
Than my desire, and you have flown away.
Break me down into a million little pieces.
Open me up and tear out my soul.
I have no more, I need no more.
Run, desire, run.
Take out on me your hatred.
Rip me into shreds and toss me out
Like the rubbish I’ve become.
Fly, desire, fly.
Finish what you’ve started.
Remove from my life what little I have left.
I have no more, I need no more
Than my desire, and you have flown away.
Delicate Nostalgia
((This was a pact between me and Tiffany; we came up with two rather bland opening stanza's and then had to continue on in our own style and see what came out. This is mine.))
Home is where the heart is
But my heart has gone away.
I thought I saw it paddling
On the shores of yesterday.
I travelled there, I’m sure I did
And yet the coast was clear.
I looked around, my eyes askance
And saw the sunset near.
A tear fell down my rosy cheek
To see the end so close.
This gentle lapping at my feet
That aids in my morose.
But it’s alright for now
‘Cause Batman’s watching over me.
And if we ask him nicely,
Maybe Jim’ll fix it all for us.
Home is where the heart is
But my heart has gone away.
I thought I saw it paddling
On the shores of yesterday.
I travelled there, I’m sure I did
And yet the coast was clear.
I looked around, my eyes askance
And saw the sunset near.
A tear fell down my rosy cheek
To see the end so close.
This gentle lapping at my feet
That aids in my morose.
But it’s alright for now
‘Cause Batman’s watching over me.
And if we ask him nicely,
Maybe Jim’ll fix it all for us.
Declaration
Aeolian fire,
Burning the tips of my fingers
As I reach to touch
Its flaring brilliance.
Aeolian wind,
Tousling my hair.
Surrounding me in a whirlwind
Of magnificence.
Aeolian earth,
The support beneath my feet
As I stand braced
Against those who destroy my art.
Aeolian soul,
Brushing mine.
Knowing intimately the depth
Of wisdom that resides there.
Burning the tips of my fingers
As I reach to touch
Its flaring brilliance.
Aeolian wind,
Tousling my hair.
Surrounding me in a whirlwind
Of magnificence.
Aeolian earth,
The support beneath my feet
As I stand braced
Against those who destroy my art.
Aeolian soul,
Brushing mine.
Knowing intimately the depth
Of wisdom that resides there.
Dead To The World
((Goth days, written in an English Literature mock exam.))
Feeling your teeth against my neck.
A gentle pressure to ease my pain.
Sharpened enamel pierces my flesh.
Pulse of ecstasy inside my brain.
I’m on fire, inside and out.
I bite back we bleed together.
Sharp embrace in one another.
Crying, bleeding, touch, a feather.
Souls entwined we start to die.
With fear inside, of brighter light.
Soft caress and evil dreams.
I give up without a fight.
Inside you and inside me.
Buried deeply in our hearts.
Bleeding tears, embracing death.
Broken, shattered.
Dead to the world.
Feeling your teeth against my neck.
A gentle pressure to ease my pain.
Sharpened enamel pierces my flesh.
Pulse of ecstasy inside my brain.
I’m on fire, inside and out.
I bite back we bleed together.
Sharp embrace in one another.
Crying, bleeding, touch, a feather.
Souls entwined we start to die.
With fear inside, of brighter light.
Soft caress and evil dreams.
I give up without a fight.
Inside you and inside me.
Buried deeply in our hearts.
Bleeding tears, embracing death.
Broken, shattered.
Dead to the world.
Crucified
((Another goth day's one, hopefully not many more of those to come.))
Blood that falls upon my eyes,
Blinds me from reality.
Nails of love that keep me here,
Bound upon a cross-shaped tree.
Broken hearts and twisted lies,
That chain me to myself.
Piercing words that cause my pain,
Leave me fearing for my health.
I’m crucified
By the one I love.
Unearthly sacrifice.
Even though I die for you
I’m all alone.
Maybe it’s too late
To save my soul
From a broken heart.
I’m crucified
By the one I love.
Unearthly sacrifice.
Even though I die for you
I’m all alone.
Crucified.
Sacrifice.
I die for you but I’m all alone.
Crucified alone.
Blood that falls upon my eyes,
Blinds me from reality.
Nails of love that keep me here,
Bound upon a cross-shaped tree.
Broken hearts and twisted lies,
That chain me to myself.
Piercing words that cause my pain,
Leave me fearing for my health.
I’m crucified
By the one I love.
Unearthly sacrifice.
Even though I die for you
I’m all alone.
Maybe it’s too late
To save my soul
From a broken heart.
I’m crucified
By the one I love.
Unearthly sacrifice.
Even though I die for you
I’m all alone.
Crucified.
Sacrifice.
I die for you but I’m all alone.
Crucified alone.
Consequence of Sound
((Titled after a Regina Spektor song that got me thinking.))
Always, in my mind
I return to the sound
That haunts me.
Invading my dreams,
The most private
Of properties.
Never gaining respite,
I am hunted as the white stag
By Paladine’s chosen.
Not the cry of the girl.
Not the jangling of the bracelet.
The sound of the silence.
Always, in my mind
I return to the sound
That haunts me.
Invading my dreams,
The most private
Of properties.
Never gaining respite,
I am hunted as the white stag
By Paladine’s chosen.
Not the cry of the girl.
Not the jangling of the bracelet.
The sound of the silence.
Comfort
((Another from my goth days. Sorry.))
Goodnight I say but no one’s there.
I’m filled with deep and dark despair.
I hear your voice but do I dare?
I feel your touch but do you care?
Touch my arm,
Hold my hand,
Tell me that everything’s all right.
I lie awake in a lonely room.
While in your words I hear my doom.
The things you say tear at my heart.
As my new dream world falls apart.
Touch my arm,
Hold my hand,
Tell me that everything’s all right.
Now as you leave me, close the door.
Don’t want your sickness anymore.
I need to cry, I need to mourn.
So I can feel, I’ve been reborn.
Touch my arm,
Hold my hand,
Tell me that everything’s all right.
Lie to me.
Goodnight I say but no one’s there.
I’m filled with deep and dark despair.
I hear your voice but do I dare?
I feel your touch but do you care?
Touch my arm,
Hold my hand,
Tell me that everything’s all right.
I lie awake in a lonely room.
While in your words I hear my doom.
The things you say tear at my heart.
As my new dream world falls apart.
Touch my arm,
Hold my hand,
Tell me that everything’s all right.
Now as you leave me, close the door.
Don’t want your sickness anymore.
I need to cry, I need to mourn.
So I can feel, I’ve been reborn.
Touch my arm,
Hold my hand,
Tell me that everything’s all right.
Lie to me.
Child of Darkness
Little girl
Whose darkened eyes beckon.
Pleading
With what tears remain.
Little girl
Dressed up in the day.
Pretence
For soon the night takes shape.
Little girl
Who begs for life.
Granted
Yet only by the King of Dreams.
Young woman
Not knowing what she is.
Dying
As befits the dog-headed daughter
Whose pale skin shines.
Whose darkened eyes beckon.
Pleading
With what tears remain.
Little girl
Dressed up in the day.
Pretence
For soon the night takes shape.
Little girl
Who begs for life.
Granted
Yet only by the King of Dreams.
Young woman
Not knowing what she is.
Dying
As befits the dog-headed daughter
Whose pale skin shines.
Cherry Tree
Poets dream
I’m sure they do
Of love under the cherry tree.
Perfect thing
Imagined love
As real as dreaming fantasy.
Yet today
I found my heart
Asleep under that cherry tree.
Seeming dead
In cradled arms
It beat no more, then twice as fast.
Every day
I turn to North
And see that lovely cherry tree.
Blossoming
With beauty’s flower
She is my one and only love.
I’m sure they do
Of love under the cherry tree.
Perfect thing
Imagined love
As real as dreaming fantasy.
Yet today
I found my heart
Asleep under that cherry tree.
Seeming dead
In cradled arms
It beat no more, then twice as fast.
Every day
I turn to North
And see that lovely cherry tree.
Blossoming
With beauty’s flower
She is my one and only love.
Celidh
A magic circle
Spiral stairs
Ring of roses
Dance in pairs.
Smile then reel
Now smile again
Dance your steps
Without refrain.
Round and round
And round you go
Music dies,
Begin to slow.
Celidh is over.
Dancing stopped.
Breathless bodies.
Start to drop.
Spiral stairs
Ring of roses
Dance in pairs.
Smile then reel
Now smile again
Dance your steps
Without refrain.
Round and round
And round you go
Music dies,
Begin to slow.
Celidh is over.
Dancing stopped.
Breathless bodies.
Start to drop.
Born Anew
The skin falls from my fingers,
I am born anew.
Where are my gods?
Lay you within me?
Your presence hides itself
Beneath the layers of perception.
Lord Morpheus,
Oh King of Dreams
Is this but your creation?
A subtle tricking of the mind
Such crude hallucination.
Dear Pele,
Goddess of the fire
Have my words angered thee?
That you would take yourself away
In fury, cripple me.
Fair Artemis,
Thou Queen of Hunt
Is bigger game your prey?
A poet who can craft your bow
With words no man can say.
And thus it seems my life is led,
Abandoned in my hour of need.
Yet death is not the answer borne of this hour, but change.
Change that mimics Hade's path.
The skin falls from my fingers,
I am born anew.
I am born anew.
Where are my gods?
Lay you within me?
Your presence hides itself
Beneath the layers of perception.
Lord Morpheus,
Oh King of Dreams
Is this but your creation?
A subtle tricking of the mind
Such crude hallucination.
Dear Pele,
Goddess of the fire
Have my words angered thee?
That you would take yourself away
In fury, cripple me.
Fair Artemis,
Thou Queen of Hunt
Is bigger game your prey?
A poet who can craft your bow
With words no man can say.
And thus it seems my life is led,
Abandoned in my hour of need.
Yet death is not the answer borne of this hour, but change.
Change that mimics Hade's path.
The skin falls from my fingers,
I am born anew.
Anubis
Tomorrow’s light,
Fallen before an outstretched arm.
The hand closed,
Fingers pointing inwards,
Nails biting into flesh.
Yesterday’s darkness
Is of no concern to him.
What came before
Is nothing in comparison
To this moment.
the Present,
neither light nor dark.
This is his;
Lacking even shades of grey
To define it’s shape.
The Gates
Held by their keeper.
Locked to me for now.
But not forever.
Fallen before an outstretched arm.
The hand closed,
Fingers pointing inwards,
Nails biting into flesh.
Yesterday’s darkness
Is of no concern to him.
What came before
Is nothing in comparison
To this moment.
the Present,
neither light nor dark.
This is his;
Lacking even shades of grey
To define it’s shape.
The Gates
Held by their keeper.
Locked to me for now.
But not forever.
Apart
Such epic work that you deserve
Is well beyond my reach.
Yet try, I must, ignoble verse
And to you so beseech.
My mind is ruled by dreams of you
Oneiros grants such sight.
You, soft and warm beneath my touch
New pleasure every night.
Yet agony to greet the sun
To leave the bed we share.
The col truth of reality
It pains me so to bear.
That mine you're not and I not yours
Apart, destined to be.
Your heart belongs to other men,
And mine? No longer free.
Is well beyond my reach.
Yet try, I must, ignoble verse
And to you so beseech.
My mind is ruled by dreams of you
Oneiros grants such sight.
You, soft and warm beneath my touch
New pleasure every night.
Yet agony to greet the sun
To leave the bed we share.
The col truth of reality
It pains me so to bear.
That mine you're not and I not yours
Apart, destined to be.
Your heart belongs to other men,
And mine? No longer free.
Alone
((One of my earlier ones, during the goth phase of my life. I apologise for it being bad, I listened to Evanescence a lot.))
Standing by my precipice,
About to fall.
Look up to the darkened skies,
I try to call.
To my love
My only strength
But she’s too far away.
And now I’m broken.
Crying out,
But I know that I’m alone.
My wounds cut too deep
And the fire’s burning low.
Destroyed by the touch of love
Blood tears begin to flow.
And now I’m broken.
Crying out,
But I know that I’m alone.
Where are you?
Why won’t you speak?
I long to be lost in you
But I’m dying, dying inside.
And now I’m broken.
Crying out,
But I know that I’m alone.
Crying out,
But I know that I’m alone.
Standing by my precipice,
About to fall.
Look up to the darkened skies,
I try to call.
To my love
My only strength
But she’s too far away.
And now I’m broken.
Crying out,
But I know that I’m alone.
My wounds cut too deep
And the fire’s burning low.
Destroyed by the touch of love
Blood tears begin to flow.
And now I’m broken.
Crying out,
But I know that I’m alone.
Where are you?
Why won’t you speak?
I long to be lost in you
But I’m dying, dying inside.
And now I’m broken.
Crying out,
But I know that I’m alone.
Crying out,
But I know that I’m alone.
Adulation Mythos
(Right, to catch up with the backlog everything is going in in alphabetical order, so if anything looks really bad, it's because it was one of my first ones).
Adulation Mythos
The mythology of a
forgotten time;
a fallen place.
The focus of desire
elements of love;
antagonised by lust.
The old walls are rebuilt,
resurrected;
given life by that
which causes time to
break it’s flow.
Coursing through the channels
of your smile;
and your mouth,
your mouth.
your mouth
((Damien Rice moment at the end there, because I can.))
Adulation Mythos
The mythology of a
forgotten time;
a fallen place.
The focus of desire
elements of love;
antagonised by lust.
The old walls are rebuilt,
resurrected;
given life by that
which causes time to
break it’s flow.
Coursing through the channels
of your smile;
and your mouth,
your mouth.
your mouth
((Damien Rice moment at the end there, because I can.))
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