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1/23/2011 8:51:44 PM
The Eternal Chess Game	Down the narrow unending hallway of my keep, To the last door on the left, I rest my head for a moment of sleep. As I fade to dream I see a tunnel of light, A small space of illuminated madness, Where demons cringe and angels delight. A place long ago hidden and known by few, Where the sands of time have come to a still, A maze of light and darkness is what I have come to. I realize I am not in heaven, nor in hell, But rather in a impermeable shell. Surrounding the purity of the light, Lies the beast of the night. An unyielding guardian of incredible might Displaying unholy darkness, Taunting and teasing the light. "Come on out .." he would seem to say. Away from its shell, The light did dare not stray. For within the virginity of heaven's keep, The angel of light finds his peaceful haven, A place so pure even the horrid beast dares not to creep. He knows his limitations, Regardless of the how strong his power has become, Forever shall he cower at the grace of revelations. Yet revelations alone are not to contain the beast, No not in the least. Limitations like rules are meant to be broken, Bountiful evil incantations are repeatedly spoken. The spell of light that feels the need to control, Becomes undone, All from the darkness of one evil soul. Yet there in the heart of the darkness the light remains to be free, No matter how hard to darkness tries to invade, The purity of the light holds the key. A never ending struggle within the mind of one, Light upon the darkness, a balance never to be won, Forever shall the chess game continue, Neither one to give an inch, Neither one to be outdone...
1/23/2011 8:52:17 PM
The Eternal Chess Game	This poem was co-written by The mustacheman aka The Reaper and myself Angel33614 aka The poem buster. It was a calboration between the darkness and the light, as an eternal struggle as well an internal one. There has long been a struggle between forces of the darkness and forces of light but how can there be one without the other??? There is a very old saying that there can never be light regardless of how pure without the darkness of the night and visa versa... For within each of us there is both, to know only the light or only the dark is to know only half of who we really are, to truely know thyself we must explore both.. edited by angel33614 on 1/23/2011
1/23/2011 8:54:34 PM
The Eternal Chess Game	Down the narrow unending hallway of my keep, To the last door on the left, I rest my head for a moment of sleep. As I fade to dream I see a tunnel of light, A small space of illuminated madness, Where demons cringe and angels delight. A place long ago hidden and known by few, Where the sands of time have come to a still, A maze of light and darkness is what I have come to. I realize I am not in heaven, nor in hell, But rather in a impermeable shell. Surrounding the purity of the light, Lies the beast of the night. An unyielding guardian of incredible might Displaying unholy darkness, Taunting and teasing the light. "Come on out .." he would seem to say. Away from its shell, The light did dare not stray. For within the virginity of heaven's keep, The angel of light finds his peaceful haven, A place so pure even the horrid beast dares not to creep. He knows his limitations, Regardless of the how strong his power has become, Forever shall he cower at the grace of revelations. Yet revelations alone are not to contain the beast, No not in the least. Limitations like rules are meant to be broken, Bountiful evil incantations are repeatedly spoken. The spell of light that feels the need to control, Becomes undone, All from the darkness of one evil soul. Yet there in the heart of the darkness the light remains to be free, No matter how hard to darkness tries to invade, The purity of the light holds the key. A never ending struggle within the mind of one, Light upon the darkness, a balance never to be won, Forever shall the chess game continue, Neither one to give an inch, Neither one to be outdone...
1/23/2011 8:55:18 PM
The Eternal Chess Game	This poem was co-written by The mustacheman aka The Reaper and myself Angel33614 aka The poem buster. It was a calboration between the darkness and the light, as an eternal struggle as well an internal one. There has long been a struggle between forces of the darkness and forces of light but how can there be one without the other??? There is a very old saying that there can never be light regardless of how pure without the darkness of the night and visa versa... For within each of us there is both, to know only the light or only the dark is to know only half of who we really are, to truely know thyself we must explore both...
1/23/2011 9:02:18 PM
ANGEL33614 aka The Poem Buster	My name is John Aka Angel and I have been writing and living poetry since I was about 11 or 12. I am also an artist in my spare time, lol. I used to be a commercial artist when I was younger and I had a portfolio of mine in a art show in New York City. Now I am a RN who works in critical care at night, so I am up late into the night taking care of patients on death's bed. When my patients aren't crashing and I have no meds or charting to do I am left to the silence of my mind, at this witching hour my thoughts run a muck so I to let them escape as I have time by reading and writing poetry. I have won some poetry contests in the past and been published but really I do not write for recongition but rather for the sheer pleasure and enjoyment I get from it. Poetry for me has always been a life safer, a way of self-enlightenment and self-reflection. I never have really written a poem in the traditional sense, I only try to silence the screams of torment, agony, and terror that has plagued my mind and heart for many years. I let the emotions build to a point of orgasmic explosion that flows in the form of words till all that remains is the silence of the night... I also love to critique and analyze, for me to walk in another's shoes, to see the world through different lenses than our own, is to gain prospective and truly grow with a greater sense of wisdom and strength. Ask me to review if you dare but beware I can see where the darkness and shadows hide within one's mind, I can often see things some people are not ready to awaken to. Poetry is the window to one's own soul for those who are blind enough to see, I am as blind as they come, lol. I find that not everyone likes for others to peak in. Perhaps I see, perhaps I am blind, if you like to find out invite me in...Purity of the soul, journey well!!! Angel-POB for life! aka A blind man walking
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