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Natsirt Nav Neram Poem
There is a certain quality
Inherent in my mind
Which leads me down the darker path
To what I'll never find.
There is a certain beauty
I've found within the lie.
I tell, I speak, again, once more
Unto myself and cry
"I am.
I am.
I care.
I am.
I am.
I'm here."
But who am I
To know myself?
But who am I
To cry these tears
But who am I
To live this lie
To die
Once more
Inside
Here is a certain beauty
A certain tragedy
Here is what lies within me
What lies and cannot be
Why do I find within the darkness
One perfection, sweet and true?
How can I see inside the night?
How can I know I knew?
I cry out, gripped by life again
I cry out, hollow, lost in pain
I cry out
Into nothing
"I am.
I am.
I care.
I am
No more.
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A gaping mouth, desperate to, in the end, consume all else
The Beelzebub that knows its place and, once denied, is felt
Lays open all the questions that can lead to what we knew
And answers what could never, though empiric, be untrue
This blood of apathy
Drains to a depthless sea
The voices deep inside
Embedded, cannot lie
The other soul knows of itself
More than the mind can comprehend
The other soul cannot be felt
But neither soul can still transcend
So fanciful, desires to create, to but control
To overlord, to master what we think we cannot know
"Play God, Play God" the demons cry
"Enough, enough", we can't deny
"Sublime, sublime, extrapolate
Transcend, transcend, corrupt and sate"
The horror, horror, demons' cry
Beneath the fathoms of the mind
The real demon, that am I
My devil is my heart
The lightly torn apart
The darkness
The darkness
The horror
The horror
The end
To end
All
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When diamonds turn to ash
Do we
Even recognize this last epiphany
Penultimate of metaphors
We break these lifeless doors of definition
Fill the space
Created in the wake of self-destruction
And, induced to be, we happily accept a fate
And fill ourselves with names of our own make
We claim to span the void
Create it in the origin and end of time
Which passes by
Heedless of all our
Crying
And our deconstruction
As we claim
To have unnamed
Ourselves
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The river lay across the path
Like a never ending tale
Murmured secrets passing by
Through that dim and moonlit dale
And I stood by upon the path
Water seemed to say to me
That "Only Innocent may pass
All were once those truly free"
It seemed I saw a child there
In the river, on the shore
A beautious thing with golden hair
Eyes black as the river's core
She walked into the river then
As she touched the water's side
She did not sink, but Innocent
Walked atop the river wide
"River daughter" named I her
In that realm of unknown sounds
Bowed she then, and touched her hair
Into the river's damping crowns
As she melted to the depths
I knew to be the river base
I was distracted from her sight
By moonlight on the farther face
Across the river did I see
Silver-black was shimmering
And in the moonlight there I saw
Hair as black as raven-wing
The river of the night lay there
Know that I was lost for words
"I, Rawe of the Raven Hair"
Spoke the river, and I heard
Rawe of the Raven Hair
Gods are wont to know thee
None is there so beautious fair
I shall always love thee
The deep enchantress of the night
So the legends often say
The faerie of the darker light
Not seen ever 'neath the day
The legends tell she is the river
When the moon is on the rise
The stories say she is the moonlight
When the river all still lies
Not a sound did break that silence
Yet the river spoke to me
"Be ye innocent and pass"
Into this moonlit misery
Entranced by nothing but the night
Stepped I to the river then
And, Innocent, I walked above
Water never meant for men
The River-Child I'd seen before
Brought me to my innocence
And not a thought within me lay
But the thought of infant bliss
So cross did I, and as I did
Water still beneath my lay
The moonlight shone upon the bank
Rawe on the bank did stay
Perplexed, she looked, and spoke she then
"How crossed thee o'er the river's shore?
Innocence unmeant for men
Resides within thee: in thy core."
"How canst thou cross the river Styx
Unknown to Charon, undead and live?"
Said I to her "Ah, I am dead:
Dead to reality's soft lies"
"Rawe of the Raven Hair
Beauty not in life, in Death
None is there so beautious fair
Truth lies in thy breath"
"Rawe of the Raven Hair
Life is wont to know thee
All death's freedom, no life's care
Won't you come with me?"
In that realm of soft delusions
Truth was still her words inside
"Though in Death life can be free,
Life of Death is suicide."
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The crying ocean weeps fresh tears
The vacant beach so moist is gone
The sea swells like a throbbing cry
Caught in the throat of loneliness
Nature, tormented by time
Erodes herself and ebbs and flows
With the emotional tides of the moon
As the dawn breaks, fragments, scatters and is gone
The lone nascent emotion sparked within the soul
Embraces the new, the unpredictable
With all sense of time and order lost to the waves
Man falls into new nothingness
And finds sanity among the seasoned sighs of the tide
The warning whispers of the sea
The crying ocean weeps fresh tears
The nascent horizon is swallowed
The sea swells in a throbbing cry
Caught in the throat of despair
It is beautiful
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Here, where all things burn
When finally we learn how we could never be enough
These tears shed for the empty years
Such searing pain is all remembering
She sang a song of sorrow
Like Cassandra before dead ears and hollow eyes
Doomed, destined, fated, lost, frustrated by her empty cries
Fears incomprehensible, unmitigated
Now created
We, who would not listen
We, too busy with our reasoning
And heedless of the path we followed
Ignorant of its origin or destination
Hollowed, carved our souls into oblivion
And claimed that Truth must truly lie therein
Within a void, self-made
Is it really we who have betrayed ourselves into this new oblivion
Have we made, from this ash and from this dust, a frame of nothingness
A canvas, blank, unset with stars we'd hoped so desperately to find
Stars which we knew could never be defined
Is truth so pure a thing as this
Pervading emptiness
A trust that we can grasp a thing
So infinite
A void
Which never ends
Are we to be left with
What we had
When we began
She sings songs of the morrow
Of the dawn we wish that we could see
When sorrow blurs these empty eyes
We tried so hard to fall so far
Now here we are
Blind eyes turned toward
These starlit skies
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At the end of the day
All your tears fade away;
All the stars come to rest,
The horizon now crest.
At the sea, the tide fades
As the sum of these days
Takes its toll on the ground,
Ripped and torn, tattered down.
And I'm here, by your side,
Torn away by the tide,
Trying still not to drown,
Not to fade in the sound of the sea.
But I see you, your eyes
Are the tide of the sea.
As they ebb, so they rise.
Still, they wash into me.
I can cry now no more.
Struck yet speechless, I cease.
In your eye, the tides roar;
I have found my release.
Lost in beauty, in that sea,
Lost in time, I'm lost to me.
Your face has aspect, fearful symmetry.
I find I'm lost for words. I cease to breathe.
And as the tide now tears me down,
It matters not.
My soul has found its rest within these ceaseless tides
That once contained my empty cries.
Captivated by your lips,
My breath is water.
'Neath the whips and scorns of time,
I find my peace.
My soul, content, has found release.
Lost in my emotion,
I found what I could be.
Drowned within that ocean,
My soul's absolved to me.
So have I drowned inside the sea,
Inside your tears, inside of me.
I know now what it is to be
Free.
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In the town of dust and fog, the bartenders are demigods.
In the town of dust and fog, there is a drink they call the rising sun. Why they call
this drink the rising sun, I do not know. The men who have imbibed this drink, they say it
glitters like gold in the belly. But the men who have imbibed this drink, they sweat and
spit and pick the lint from their bellybuttons as their tired, tired eyes fight and fight
and fight against the darkness of the corner in the bar where they waste away their days,
hearing the same songs of the same black-vested piano-man night after night after night
after night.
Their wives will tell you that they are mad, and their wives have given up on them.
If you look carefully enough, you might see the gold-minted coins that glint from
their breast-pockets, and each day they decrease their numbers. If you look carefully
enough, you might see the pupils of the husbands of the rising sun shrink, shrivel, and
eventually be lost in the wide, wide white of their eyes.
The husbands of the rising sun come and go, and always their drink is the same, and
always and everywhere they live and live and live and live until their eyes burst in a
black rainbow of blood and iris. There is no noise. There is no death. Always, they are
still. Always, they are the same and their drink is the same.
If you are wary, by night you might see the eyeless men, who crouch by threes in the
dust of the bar's doorway, and three always will pass between themselves the single, last
gold-minted coin. In that dusty shuffle, the lipless, nocturnal interchange from soul to
soul, you may see the holder of the coin, and you may see his lip-pursed grin, like a
single tooth biting its way across a blood-burned crescent moon.
The men of the rising sun never smile. The men of the rising sun never change. They
drink by night, and by night the bartenders of the town of dust and fog are demigods, and
their single, shining eye is a pearl that pierces the darkness, and they are the servants
of all and they serve for all. And by night the men of the rising sun are masters of all
things and they do not dream. They never sleep. They say that they will never die.
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The day burns, the night turns
The world still fades away
The sun sets as my regrets
Are left inside of me
A cloud forms, a world storms
All else still fades away
I'm lost here, with only fear
My soul could never stay
And suddenly, all nature cries
The night fades in the empty skies
And I know beauty, I know pain
My world has faded once again
The lights spark, the life's dark
My eyes are scarred again
The night drifts, my soul rifts
As all is lost to rain
I'm transfixed, the clouds, mixed,
Confound all I have seen
I'm lost now, and know how
The night is what I've been
Once more, I see all nature cry
And deep inside my inner eye
The darkness sparks the question,
Why the soul could never die
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A sea of seething, frothing sky
Condensed, concluded by the night
No point of reference, and no self
Can lie undrowned in these soul-wells
A faded light
Yet fades from sight
Is lost within the self-same rain of sky
The misty veil that shrouds all earth tonight
The sea of tufted, densed elixir
Floats beneath me as I see
The earth now fade forever from my sight
As I rise, and rise both from and into night
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