A wintery chill feels you within.
When you are bent, what can you see?
When you are doubled over,
May I carry you on my shoulder?
She smiles,
As we walk the fields of delight.
She smiles,
As I draw her to the light.
She smiles,
As I let go of a silent scream.
She smiles,
As I realise her smile is but a dream.

O my love, what have you done?
Your eye is the morning star.
Clothed in wasted blood, you conceive life.
I must leave you now my love...
Your ways cut me with a ritual knife.

Silence reveals your secrets.
The streams of life uncover your gargled screams.
Release the fury from within,
The beauty inside are all my treasured sins.

How can I open your eyes and make you see?
Please break free from me.
I want you to be free,
Free from me.
Into the crimson sunset, the night is my abode.
My soul is in exile, dear Cyrus, take my load.

My hands and feet are pierced on a tree.
I cannot die, show me how!
A crown of thorns soothes her brow.

O no! My love!
OH NO, MY LOVE!
OH NO, NO, NO,
MY LOVE!

I died that day crucified.


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(I had a major influence in the above poem... can you guess the song writer?)

i hate riddles! nice poem though

I was going to say, "And the moral of the story is..............", but I opted for a riddle. Sowwy. :-P

nice peom its really ...er... good i love it write more

<span style='color:Chartreuse'>Number 11 Had me right up to the screen reading that! I won't do one of those bastard English Lit Critical Analysis </span>

Your compliments are much appreciated. Thanks heaps.

hmmm...i must say..i had to read it a few times..to get it all.
but once i did,i really ended up liking it.

<span style='color:red'>that was an amazing bit of writing.. by far some of the best story telling talent i've seen so far.. i'd like to hear the inspiration of your poem if you'd be willing to tell.. and i hope that you continue to share more with us.. </span>

And you have given me a compliment that exceeded my expectations...

My source of inspiration, which is also a source of inspiration for a lot of my art was a band called, Tea Party.

My Son

The innocence of my baby is a rebuke to all my sins.
As I lay beside your body, my son,
I take some time to feel your warmth,
I need you, my love!
You can't guess how it feels!
Stay away from me.
Can't you see,
Can't you see!


Your father died tonight,
He fought a brave fight,
He was a brave knight.

Please, please...
I need to tell you my heart.
I bet you think I'm a liar.
You better point the way,
You gotta drown my fire,
You need to hear what I have to say!

A shadow rising in the horizon,
Where is my sun?

Tell me baby,
am I in your dreams?
Tell me baby,
If it's true.

Walk with me.
Can't you see I am all alone?
The Son has left me,
In an episode of my nightmare.

Who is going to love you till the end?
Who is going to dry all my tears?
Who is going to show you the life?
Who is going to shun all my fears?

So alone...
So alone!
I glance at your face,
Oh my son!
If beauty was lost,
I would find it in your countenance.

So alone!
You draw me home!
With open arms,
You are harmed, for my sake?
How can I awake, when my eyes are open wide.
Laying beside you now.

You bring me home!
I am not alone.
My son, my son...
Your seed has been sown.

Riding in the winds of fire,
Will you ride with me?
Will you walk with me my love?
Can't you see, can't you see my love,
Can't you see the tree?

<span style='color:red'>you write quite long, storylike poems.. i love them.. the only thing that puzzled me was the last line "can't you see the tree" i was expecting something like "can't you set me free" but i do not know what the hidden meaning in that was.. anyway it was quite lovely but in the line "you gotta drown my fire" well back in the time frame of the chivalrous knights i doubt they used "gotta" but other than that i loved it.. great job and i will be awaiting your next piece </span>

I have a personal belief that love = sacrifice.

And one analogy that I often use, is crucifixion. Where most people recognise that some form of sacrifice was made.

"Your seed has been sown" - end of second last stanza.

"Can't you see the tree?" - end of last stanza. Christ is often said to have hung from a "tree".

I'm hoping that one day my son will see the sacrifice of love I have done for him. Vampus Erecticus' poem, dedicated to myself, shows some of what I have done for my children. But even if they never recognize it, I have done all I can - and will continue to do all I can. It is well in my soul.

Btw, I'm very impressed you picked that up. I often add putting-off elements in my poetry. Don't ask me why, I haven't introspected deep enough to have figured it out.



Hahahaha... too right, too right! *big grin*
I was aware of that, but, like above, it has its purpose. If the line feels outta place, all the better.

...

Astarael, you have a wonderful gift at analysing poetry... but not only that, but seeing into them... it's almost a supernatural ability, if I may say so myself.
This comes from reading your other remarks on other's poems too.

Well done.

<span style='color:red'>the only praise to be given is to you for your magnificent writing.. i am only honored and humbled by your every poetic word.. and i hope you will gift us with more soon </span>

Heh, I forgot to mention which poem Vampus dedicated to me.

"Receive".

so you are Shinari...

Hehehehe... yes. Yes I am.

Act of Desperation

Why are you so cruel?
Why do you tease me the way you do?
Your way is hard, the road narrow,
Or is it the way I see it by standing in the shadows?
The moon reveals the glory,
Sorry to see its reflection on the swamp,

O face of mine, what have you become?

Scarred by the pain of vain glory,
And yes, I am sorry.

The road has been hard, the way narrow,
Need I climb out of my shadow?

O face of mine, spoilt by the ripple of a fallen tear
Soiled by a riddle of a hidden fear.

Vain, vain, vain
Now I understand you Cain!
You child of mine,
I know your ways! Haha!

Chuckle, chuckle, chuckle
You laugh at my torn knuckles!
I'm evil.
I know where I'm going.

I throw all I am into the depths,
My heart breaks as I find myself there... longing for air.
My eyes are stinging as I gaze up at the glorious moon.
I smile as I see what I am to become so soon.

<span style='color:red'>mmm i love it.. quite the tail of mystery.. and with the many voices playing about the midnight air it makes the story seem to come alive in its own aspect.. truly amazing with your poetry.. they never cease to amaze </span>

hmmmm to me it sounds more like a song then a story. i was also wondering about the tree thing too but with the explanation u gave it makes sense now :P
anyways i really like ur stuff. hope to see more from u

Time and Time Again

Gracious Lord,
Gracious Master,
I lift, what I am, unto Thee.

Everlasting Dying One,
Dust and ashes cannot bear your mourn,
Therefore, Arise, I say unto Thee.

The Man of Sorrows, Behold!
The Man has no place to lay His head,
But I will feed Thee!

In the Seventh Heaven I once met You,
I could not bear your countenance,
Please let me die for Thee.

Kin Spirits we are,
I ever below You,
For You have set us Free!

Words can simply not express what this poem makes me feel.

Dum Spiro Spero, Brother.

Ashraecael

Sing a Scream,
For the things that have been,
And for the things to be.
Live a Dream, Ashraecael.


Broken wings,
In a cold storm, infernal air!
We ride the winds,
Will you ride, Ashraecael?

Heart of steel,
Tempered by Craftman's hands,
Eternal separation,
It is your produce, Ashraecael.

Heartbroken smile,
The Light of hope,
Praise be to I AM!
Do I mock thee, Ashraecael?

mmm i like..

Judas Am I

I saw you walking,
Down Shakespeare Street,
A tempest surrounds you,
Thunder for a countenance.

Why the pain, my friend?
The fury.
I did not know it was prophecy fulfilled,
Oh, not what you did for me.

You did not need to take the load.
You did not need to take the pain.
You did not need to take the hanging.
Nor the gutting.

Who am I to be given such grace?
Such love?
But you would lay down your life for me.
And I do not understand why.

I saw you walking,
Down Shakespeare Street,
And if an ocean of language could be expressed,
In but one drop of water,
I would say, you Love.

Amazing. Beautiful. Breathtaking.
As you are to me--amazing, beautiful, and breathtaking.

You have such incredible talents, angel, poetry being only one of many.
As the old adage goes, you never cease to amaze me . . .

Heh....and what a fury it was.

The price was worth the purchase.

Yay..Told you once I was done being moderated I would post my comment..
Wow. You have a truly amazing talent I must say..
I love how all your poems revolve one way around Christ and his affliction..Because I agree with what you said as love=sacrifice.
I figure if I read through it a couple more times I'll get my own understanding of the poems..lol
But never give up on what you do..*claps*
Is now a fan of your work..

Indeed......but which Christ?

Hmm..Which christ? (explain..Ive gone blonde for the moment lol)

Heh....I'll leave Number 11 to explain that one, should he see fit.

Or if he's finished cybering and "getting to know himself better".

Ahem.


He's going to kill me.

lol I seen him "getting to know himself better" the other day. It was hot.

Hey darling.

There are many Christs. "Christ" meaning Messiah. A Messiah is basically a "deliverer". A spiritually centered person who comes along and sets man free, or leads to heightened spiritual experience.

Me? I mainly refer to the Antichrist. And even though I refer to something specific, I have to admit, there are many antichrists around the place, including in this board.

1 John 2:22 - Who is the liar but the one who denies that Jesus is the Christ? This is the antichrist, the one who denies the Father and the Son.

Really... What Father? What Son? Jesus... who???



Yippee! I have a fan of my work.
I will mark this day with excessive fondling of my naughty body parts.
Wait a minute, how is this going to differ from any other day?

DOHETH!!!

Seriously, thanks heaps for the comments. *big grinz*

Wuvs u!!!

You make me feel like I have not a care in this world. Like I can do anything! Like all that matters is drowing myself in you. You make me long for you each day....

Or is this alcohol???

Damned if I know.

>_>

But if alcohol incarnated, I would mean it for you and it!

quite a few biblical/religious poems of late..

Quite true, Astarael. I have had a few spiritual experiences of late, and when I talk about my spiritual experiences, I tend to use religious/biblical analogies and so forth.

Well, for a change, I'll post a poem, dedicated to all those out there who have met someone online, you are totally smitten, and you think to yourself, "FUCK DISTANCE!!!"

....

Longing

"Rest assured, you are adored"
I would cry, if tears would suffice.
I would weep, if I knew how.
An inanition for your touch.

Cascading rivers of love,
Rush to the sea of your embrace.
A smile I have not beheld.
A face I long to caress.


Ah, but you are my One.
Dancing through the fields of delight,
A night awakens the light.
Shine my glorious love! Baila!


A moon resplending all my dreams.
Resting my ardent mind upon your bossom,
Listening to the ne plus ultra of your being.
Escuchando mi corazon.


Aroused por un amor.
In a land subject to distance,
This is the bitter cup handed to me.
...And I engulf every last drop voraciously.


...

Translation of some of the words:
Baila! = Dance!
Escuchando mi corazon = Listening to my heart
por un amor = by a certain love

I created the following artwork to accompany the poem. I reduced it to thumbnail size here.
But if you want to see a bigger sized version, click on the thumbnail.

EVIL MOTHER FUCKING DISTANCE!!!!!!!

sorry i had to get that out.. been going out with my boyfriend for 8 months now.. met him online and i have only been able to spend a few hours with him in person.. which majorly sucks.. i wrote something along the same lines as this poem called Postcard.. i think a lot of people can relate to such a feeling in this day and age..

Karma has a warped sense of humour. *hates her in the dirtiest possible way*

And I you, darling. *smiles* I'm glad that I invoke such feelings in you as you do the same for me. I'd hate to be alone in such feelings! Anyway, love you, darling. Looking forward to more poetry and missing you as always.

And as I said before, I love "Longing" and can certainly relate.

-Pan

why is i hated? :ph34r:

No love, he hates Karma, not you.

Judas Am I filled me with awe... I loved it. I identified with the person who was talked about... not the Judas, but the Shakespeare person...
Keep up the awesome poetry!!!!!

alright.. now i feel like a fool ...

You're not a fool, doll. The misunderstanding was . . . well . . . understandable. :)

heh...

Interesting to say the least.







Shinari......sometimes I despair of you. :devilflip:

No, I don't hate you Astarael... well, maybe a teeny weeny bit, but it's only healthy.

*bumped* :devilflip:

*runs off in a fit of tears*

Sash! Come back!! *runs after*

Heh.....don't run off on account of what Shinari said. He doesn't hate you.

He hates me. And loves every minute of it. :devilflip: