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Wherein upon a darken road
the path by which the traveler trode
there amongst the guileless snow
Alighten by moonlight’s o’er throw
Lost among the recurring trees
On last breath, and on his knees
He took into him the cold grey night
His death foreseen in by a distant light.
On he slipped into humble death
Absolving life in shallow breaths
His eyes turned to the swollen moon
Knowing death was all too soon.
O’ here upon a darken road
Amongst the trees and pallid cold
He met the Maiden in mortal form
Her eyes alight and pale skin warm.
Her hair was gold as the finest thread
On her feet she lightly tread
To gather him up in her grace
She kissed him lightly o’er his face.
‘O’ little child, O’ mortal man’
She whispered light as angels can
‘Be now still and close thy eyes,
I’ve come to sever your earthly ties’
And when he gave a mournful sigh
His body quiet in the snow-bank lye
The Maiden took his ghostly hand
To lead him to the spirit’s land.
Away there from the darken road
The Maiden and a spirit trode
Away from a man, dead in the snow
Past the yew in ancient row.
‘O’ gentle Lady, O’ gentle bride,
Whilst you stay here by my side?’
And then she turned her face to him
To him she looked, her lips drawn grim.
‘Alas, my love, my belov’d man,
Only to your destiny that I can,
Yet after that you start anew,
But always know my love is true!’
And there he kissed her, his spirit guide
And silent they went, side by side
Through the night and then through light
Until the sun did grant them sight.
By morning in another land
When now the earth was made of sand
She said goodbye, and left his side
For back again, the road she’d ride.
His eyes he closed, deathly tight
To shade him from a radiant light
And there he lay, a new born babe
Early born to greet the day.
Aye, he heard the Maiden say
Whispered in his ear this day
‘Yet after this you begin anew,
But always know my love is true!’
‘For today for you, my little one,
The sun has risen brightly shone,
And thus shall eternity, it will repeat,
For the human spirit, yet incomplete. . .’
COME ON MAN, GET TO THE JOINT
Listen man……..
here is an indisputably effective plan
And this is the fundamental God given point
So at once dash out that flaming joint
Without hesitation
Sans equivocation
Minus mitigation
Simply inhale and initiate the following information
Our Lord advises us all to seek vengeance not
And to follow his piousness and the perfection of His plot
Let no man bring you to your knees
In favor of adhering to what the Holy Bible decrees
Over and over and over once more
When a man does you wrong those are actions one must ignore
Seven multiplied by seventy times
Let no man command you unto the cruelty of countless crimes
Because I’m telling you man precisely what you need to know
Simply justly and swiftly let it go
“Turn the other cheek”
Well to me that is difficult to comprehend God speak
Words and their meanings of which I understand little to nil
Because forgiving a man who does me wrong is too bitter a pill
A tablet my anger will never be sworn unto swallow
Because I will always own and was born with a heart too hollow
And shall swear scorn unto the man who does me wrong
Since my desire to never forgive will forever be far too strong
So I allow vengeance to reside within my soul
Which thus turns my heart into sedimentary coal
And darkens me more with each passing hour
For I possess not the piousness nor the power
Neither the means in any manner to forgive
For so long as I, a sinner, shall live
Will I ne’re allow a man to err in what I feel he should do
While with certainty it will be curses my mouth shall surely spew
And promises of damnation will never give way to my forgiving, pardoning nor absolving a man of doing me harm
Until I cut him off at the knees or separate his body from a leg or an arm
His life will be mine to impair……no matter how unfair
Or the destructiveness my anger might breed
I’ll live to see that man beg, plead and then bleed
Because reprisal will finally be mine
And punitive punishment is propagated by my damnable design
Because I was born to disapprove, disregard and definitively disappoint
Okay dude, now, if you still care to, go ahead and re-ignite that joint
© 2012…..PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
COME ON MAN, GET TO THE JOINT
Listen man……..
here is an indisputably effective plan
And this is the fundamental God given point
So at once dash out that flaming joint
Without hesitation
Sans equivocation
Minus mitigation
Simply inhale and initiate the following information
Our Lord advises us all to seek vengeance not
And to follow his piousness and the perfection of His plot
Let no man bring you to your knees
In favor of adhering to what the Holy Bible decrees
Over and over and over once more
When a man does you wrong those are actions one must ignore
Seven multiplied by seventy times
Let no man command you unto the cruelty of countless crimes
Because I’m telling you man precisely what you need to know
Simply justly and swiftly let it go
“Turn the other cheek”
Well to me that is difficult to comprehend God speak
Words and their meanings of which I understand little to nil
Because forgiving a man who does me wrong is too bitter a pill
A tablet my anger will never be sworn unto swallow
Because I will always own and was born with a heart too hollow
And shall swear scorn unto the man who does me wrong
Since my desire to never forgive will forever be far too strong
So I allow vengeance to reside within my soul
Which thus turns my heart into sedimentary coal
And darkens me more with each passing hour
For I possess not the piousness nor the power
Neither the means in any manner to forgive
For so long as I, a sinner, shall live
Will I ne’re allow a man to err in what I feel he should do
While with certainty it will be curses my mouth shall surely spew
And promises of damnation will never give way to my forgiving, pardoning nor absolving a man of doing me harm
Until I cut him off at the knees or separate his body from a leg or an arm
His life will be mine to impair……no matter how unfair
Or the destructiveness my anger might breed
I’ll live to see that man beg, plead and then bleed
Because reprisal will finally be mine
And punitive punishment is propagated by my damnable design
Because I was born to disapprove, disregard and definitively disappoint
Okay dude, now, if you still care to, go ahead and re-ignite that joint
© 2012…..PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
The Island
There was an island where the fiord arms open and the ocean begins
it was a nice little island with trees and a strip of sand for the boy to play
he had no interest in swimming, favoured to build dreamy sandcastles.
Not that the boy couldn´t swim, his father had thought him; he didn´t like it
the sea was cold, and monster might lurk in the unseen depth.
There was also a strong current further out depending on the way of the ocean, his father,
who was a strong swimmer, often swam where the current was strong; he called it fighting against the elements?
I saw him waving his arms; he waved back, another current took him around the island, he was still waving but looked distressed. he walked up to the cabin
and told his mother, who ran and loosened the rowing boat from its mooring
To find him, but he had disappeared. The coast guard came they were looking for him; he knew they
would not see him he had been eaten by a sea monster, but he said nothing
The stay on the island had been a happy one for his parents. She was pregnant and hoped for a
daughter, life was beautiful for them, and now this.
A motorboat came and took them back to town, families came, there were many tears,
he was asked why he hadn’t told his mother the first time he saw his father
Waving, a question he could not answer.
His mother gave birth to a beautiful baby everyone said she looked like her father
he didn´t think so, she was just beautiful. The daughter grew up and went off to university
So, it was only him and his mother left in the old house.
She took to drinking and, in her cups, hinted that had he called the first time, He might be alive now;
he never answered.
His mother committed suicide drowning in her bath-tup.
The house was sold.
The daughter needed the money, and he became a wanderer voyaging across the many seas.
Always restless, the sense of guilt was always there.
Sometimes he dreamt he was the monster swallowing his father.
Now as he is an old man, he wrote a letter to his sister, he so much needed someone absolving him of guilt, there was never any answer.
An orphaned paradise where wounded feet
Must hymn the breath which gave it life and light
Despairs for harmonies which subtly meet
In whirlpools where bright genii wake to fight.
Asleep along the foaming shore there lie
Two citadels whose strong foundations greet
A conscience winged in victory, which flies
Above this land where will and passion meet.
An islet, solitudinous and mute,
Has harbored, for a thousand years, a man
Whose life has flown on wings of plaintive lute
While thirsting for the world from which he ran.
On promontories whence he peers aloof
Toward the azure sphere of mortal drift,
He mourns his youth, his joy and treasured roof
Where he received his first and dearest gift.
How could he leave and then to Earth descend?
Though he was blessed with endless life and sight
Of what betides his kin where Death attends,
He pines to see the sun’s absolving light.
With bashful moves and longing, he comes down
From his abode to where he meets the edge
Of Life’s demesne, created with a frown
To wear dull immortality’s sharp edge.
He peers below, where lovers live in peace,
And takes a step across dark heaven’s brink,
While angels shudder as their fears increase:
Their master’s jaunt may cause the realm to sink.
His gaze observes the world around, yet not
A sight presents itself to sate his thirst,
For—long ago—the race of men forgot
His name and will, and all his writs reversed.
Though mortals bow their heads, they do not know
What power has descended to their realm
And, as he looks around, they flee and grow
Alarmed at what they cannot overwhelm.
Yet one disdainful face comes forth and grins
While clasping the old master’s haloed head:
“You fool!”—cries Death—“You want men for their sins!”
His scythe then lashes off and God is dead.
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To wake each morning and begrudge
the daylight intruding into that life..again.
To feel desolate that once more no prayers were answered,
despite frantic, blind pleadings for an unending sleep.
To know that again, the charade continues,with firstly the
unwelcome reflection in a mirror of life.
A mirror that mimics a steadfast smile that all the world sees.
A mind so fogged by perceived imperfections that it warrants
no respect, no countenance.
A life unblessed by the joy and love a family can bring.
Stagnation touching everything... .a fetid life with no escape or respite
Constant, black webbing,tangles every worthwhile thought enmeshing it so completely, it surrenders without a whimper.
Pushing aside the voice playing constant within....with just one single word...why?
Why is there a blackness nothing can alieviate?
This vacuity of emotion that notwithstanding seems to cover the very ground being trod upon.
Each step compressing it further into the earth,to live within the dank,coldness of lost souls,
No remedy for this..
No possible return to ‘normal’
Life is a pastime, now outgrown,and the desire is solely for the game to end.
Frantic scouring to find a method, sure,clean,quick.
Heaven is a long way from any thoughts , only the eternal fire plays centre stage...
But maybe that is better than the numbing emptyness of this life...
Pontius Pilot supplications,
seeking a solution absolving blame from my hands to rendering me non culpable,
yet still with the aim of oblivion magnificently achieved.
This my desired fait accompli.
The day has just begun,
maybe the prayers will be answered tonight ,
Maybe....
but if not
then purgatory continues
and is relentlessly eternal..
for bruce springsteen...
it was a rain-swept monsoon day
way back then, so many moons away
when i felt the music strumming in my veins
setting me free like a runaway horse without any reins
you sang of simple truths,
your verse spoke to people just like me
in my lonely, wasted, and desolately quiet night
as you screamed out tragic human wrongs, and of everyone's plight
'bobby jean' spoke to me
of that girl down the street
glimpses of whom, we as innocents would furtively meet
and 'the river' that flowed through my ever-barren heart
led me down further roads of thunder
when slowly i finally learnt that the hardest part was fighting on
and never to surrender
to the hard-luck dreams that were born to run
while i danced in the dark
with memories vivid and stark
even as i whined like that dog who for forever lost his howling bark
and then a 'human touch' came along
and 'better days' seemed real, not just words in a song
and still you sang and swayed and spoke straight into my unseeing eyes
as gardens of secrets were opened, and as your fist punched the skies
in an anger that i too felt and in whose cauldron i too burned
as we saw murder get incorporated, while on its wobbly axis, our fragile world apathetically turned
and then suddenly i was told that i was all grown up
working on a highway of scattered ideals
and absolving myself by sprinkling some coins in a waiting cup
well, after all these years of walking along so many a thorny road
with an armour of your verse covering me, even as i hear them taunt me and even as they continue to goad
but now i can feel myself fading away, into the bleakness of this coming night
just like the ghost of that old tom joad...
Form:
But within the nothing, something new
Within the absence, a voice grew
Whispering at first just my name
It was my voice that echoed through
Demanding I rise from my pain
Absolving me of all my shame
Insisting I remember the truth
That I am stronger than you
With my voice also came
the witch's one true name
A reflection revealed in time
That every scar of hers was too mine
with that, the witch's veil fell to the floor
her words I could hear once more
For into my ears, they poured
From you, he will feed
And with his greed, I will breed
And from my womb his dreams I will bore
Not a version of me, but a shell
A woman to familiar with hell
It was she who wore the cost
Of a love disguising, rot
Creating from her a hallowed husk
My destiny she soon would foretell
into cluttered ears, the words unfortunately fell
A warning unheard and soon lost
My eyes are opened, unlocked
A clearer picture of you I have found
There's was never an us
Just you and your self lust
my heart I picked off the ground
as I gathered my strength
No longer afraid
With the missing piece of myself
I'm rebound
stealthy and clever was your plan
To steal all the strength that I had
Then consume whole
My very soul
The only thing left that I have
The only thing truly mine
But I see you now, my love
And enough is enough
Out of your custom-built hell, I will climb
"Boundless are the blessings of benevolent lord bestowed upon humans! "
Almighty is my best friend.
Bestows bountiful blessings on me everyday.
Carefully crafts my full life and it's happenings.
Desires my emancipation and works towards it with dedication.
Enlightens me with the knowledge of absolute.
Faith I have is maintained steady by him.
Grateful I am to him for bestowing me with human life.
High hopes of salvation I have for he is so benevolent.
Incessantly he works for absolving my sins.
Journey do far wouldn't have been possible without him.
Kind he has been to me ever since I can recollect.
Loves me selflessly for I am his part.
Merciful he is, forgives me every time.
Never an error in his justice can be seen.
Often overtly helpful towards me.
Perfectly he has crafted me and my life.
Quietens my wavering mind with uplifting thoughts.
Restores my faith back whenever I loose it.
Simply amazing are his acts.
Touches my life with countless blessings everyday.
Under his care I feel protected.
Verily he is everything for me here.
Wishing to be besides him to serve him.
Xenomorphic form of him I wish to see.
Yearning of my soul one day I am confident he will fulfil.
Zealous of merging with him with zeal and enthusiasm.
Note: This muse fills me with peace and joy. Thanks for the beautiful contest and topic.
2nd position
Beginnings Know Only Beginnings
by Odin Roark
Start
Go
Begin
Proceed
So many ways nature uses language
Yet a species of intellectual wealth
Decides there must be
Stop
End
Cease
Finish
From where might this human twist of logic originate?
Where did the denial of nature’s wisdom commence?
Some might opt for the bone as weapon
Where life could be ended
Be it beast
Or Neanderthal
So might have arisen
The dawn of weaponry
Of pugilist mind-set
Combatant possibility
Ruler
King
Emperor
Pope
Seer
Inevitably
A child crawls to walk
Walks to run
Runs to reach…
Bone
Spear
Sword
Gun
Missile
Yes
How well we’ve determined
The learned antitheses of beginnings
Absolving the guilty of insanity
In order to hasten an end
Hurriedly we await
A jettisoning of existence
Into what few accept
As particle-destiny
Another regurgitation of self-administered poison
Into the beginning of another coalescence
The kind we reject by thinking
There is somehow a finite end
Save some who anticipate a hereafter
To everything
So…
Bring it on we proclaim
How foolish the heart’s compliance
When the mind’s capacity
Knows better
Knows well reason and passion
Are essential partners in wisdom
Offering alternatives
And yet…