Do not count the times my truant tongue spoke
As though counting spring lambs high on the hill!
Can a fire rage aflame with ash and oak
And not yield it's embers to the dawn's chill?
A sabre’s errant challenge to confront
With parochial Envy at its root
Now presented again, both dull and blunt
That turns, by parried defense, to be moot.
Again, with mirth, I engage thine outrage,
Though tire from its false theme of affront
As rote as the actor’s lines from his stage,
No more to win than the fox in the hunt.
Rest thy rage, it to mellow by the morn
To soften thy brow, no longer forlorn.
When The Silence Speaks a Little Too Loud
You gaze upon your blackened Moon
Wishing upon fading stars
~~~
He burnt down timeless bridges
For their times were done and through
Daily he'd reach out to obsolete frames of a body
One that used to be there, almost always
Could his echoes resonate into the lands beyond her
Echoes of cries of losers and wishers
Once, he could boast of all the Magic of Life
Now each Sunrise is a caption of a memory fading
He lit a fire, and played 'round it for its jolly
He ended up with a blackened heart and a charred dream
T'was as of Coldplay's loss of something you couldn't replace
Love gone to waste
"Come back to stand tall - to stand straight
Boast of the heroics of your letting go - and its redemption
But in the face of the mirror and in solitude
Pull off the mask and sink back into your sands of regrets"
"Stars came out again each night
And it was easy to pick out any
But it was only until He found a favorite
That one cloudy evening made a difference too many"
The Sun stayed on for too long
Now The Night is not coming anymore
The Night is gone
~~~
Chibéle
Eris, goddess of chaos
I sacrifice my will to you
To give you the discord you desire
To summon you to me
Embracing a crooked path
Give me the gift of power and glory
To for see your vision
A series of anguish, crying fearful tears
I will be your advocate
Absorbing the radiation of blackened chaos
My emotions in depths within degenerate
The shrouds of creations burning emptiness
The serpents intertwine among of stratosphere winds
Permeate the gravitation of discord
Watch it take control
Collapsing the magnetic fields of the futures
An unstoppable force contracting, no remorse
A metamorphosis of a hellish eclipse
Fear decapitating the pulse of life
Madness of the mind shaping
Feast your eyes on the ruin
I will twist the astral plans
I will become the beast
Chasing the title of Eris's stark
Riding on the mane of war infestation
Creating my legacy among the Nebula
Starlight for the deception of Love flutters a mischievous discord
Unknown to puppets easily misled to slaughter.
All is fair when war is love, and Eris caresses oceans deep.
All ravish the night, only to flee as marionettes
Into my arms of solace from a plain of strung hearts carried
by the manic, palpable laughter of my cousin Chaos.
Eris
You send me the living, and I cherish your broken dolls forever.
Shunned and praised by those who claim to hate you
Find in their minds a harmonious duet with your toying grin.
For family and foes, we dual and dance, as children of Time applaud and gasp.
Chaos, my dear, you dwindle in the light, and fade to all but a thought.
A dangerous romance for Love, treacherous and greedy.
The nature of your spirit may be a temptation for the gods,
for the exhilarating laugh of a puppeteer wakes
in its audience the buried conscience of war and feigned glory.
Come, lay beside me, and rise again with the moon.
Your cousin
Death
Too bright for sight,
This tunnel of light
A temple of Mind
In a life of Night
A ghost of Soul,
Too old to know
Life is Death is Life again,
(Oh, they told me so!)
*More experimental than anything
Dark is the specter, shadowy images form in this tomb
Early is the mourn, long and dreary is the gloom
Anonymous now are you as well, cradled, nestled in
Death and the darkest fall, as our fate now begins
"I am what you will be" -Anonymous Roman tombstone
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This last part was updated and added for P.D.'s Contest: "Your (OWN) favorite poem"
This is my favorite poem that I've written for a few reasons. First, the title is written in Latin, a favorite language of mine and translates to the quote written at the end of the poem. Second, it is my feelings about how death equalizes us all and we all start fresh on a new journey. Last, I think I really captured a desolate feeling of how an anonymous tomb is, as the spirit of the one resting is long gone but the body rests in peace.
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