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Note From the Soul

I pluck a note,
One more. A chord.
A melody floats,
My heart, torn.
The music turns
Twists, bends
Down a dark path
That never ends
Into a trace,
my mind enthralled,
By being poured into
This song, evolved
For music is what
Feelings sound like
Why is it that mine
Always sounds so tragic?
I feel alive inside,
Happy even,
For good reasons, aye.
Perhaps all
That needs to be
Is to concentrate
On you and me
The music lifts
The theme pronounced,
As I realize

Happiness is in all of our hearts.
No matter how deep buried.
Realize, you are
Extraordinary.

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Harpers of My Heartstrings

The strings of my heart are pulled taut like a bow
A tension within sourced deep down below
Too many odd dreams, inside me it seems,
Their wretched whispers, a bleak audio

They reach out and grasp my heartstrings impure
Why do they all hold so much allure?
All of them mine, but there’s not enough time
To give to all of my thoughts so obscure.

My head starts to pound, my mind now goes numb,
A song of discord, my dreams start to strum
Upon my heartstrings, and sprouting black wings
Flitter the flutterbies; Wingbeat to the drum

Out the window, a fell wind on the chimes,
My dreams are ill-lit like a forest of pines,
Yet never unknown, for they are my own,
Seasoned and flavored with hemlock and thyme

The wind is now roaring in the twilight
I suffer the scourge each sleepless night
All the long while, my throat fills with bile
For flutterbies flit, the devious blights

My dreams won’t let go of heartstrings so grim
Plucking and playing, live life to their whim
I haven’t the strength to battle at length
Thus I hearken to their dissonant hymn.

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Persephone

The wind carries my song
From my lips to the corners of the earth,
And the flowers in gladness bloom, 
The trees stand a little taller,
And the springs bubble from the roots of the mountains.
The wind carries my whispers
From my teeth to the skies.
But I am oblivious to their sound;
My musings fall not upon my own ears.
Give me grace to renounce my own voice on the wind,
For sometimes I don’t believe it’s there,
Despite the love of flowers for the sound in air.
And yet I sing on
Desperate to hear the melody for myself, 
Clinging on to an ancient belief

Give me grace to renounce

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Autumnal Musings

When the wind shifts to the south,
When the leaves wither and die,
I begin upon my path again.
Once again.

When the air begins to bite,
When the skies are beryl-blue,
My mind begins to wander,
And I wonder.

When folk titivate their lawns,
After leaves fall like summer rain,
My introspective whimsy awakes at last;
I study myself again.

Year after year,
Time after time,
Without fail, my inquisition is roused,
And I see myself again,
Like through a crystal glass.
I can see myself.

Year after year,
Time after time,
I catch the psyche’s wind,
And drift despite invective,
Despite mawkish thoughts,
And drift despite.

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Gazing Through the Widow

“A window would really open up 
The place”
The builder had said,
“Light up the room, 
You know.
Gotta have something to
Bring in the light
Round here”
“Yes, yes, 
A window would do fine”
My dearest replied,
So long ago.
And sitting here 
At the window
So many years
After she had
Gone away from me,
I am reminded of her.
When the sun peeks its rays
Around the stoic clouds,
And as they make their way,
Through the panes,
Spilling onto the floor behind,
Past my tear-stained face.
As I remember
Her smiling face,
When she sat in the chair beside me
Looking out the window,
On days such as this.
And with empty-headed lament,
I draw the curtain
Across the window,
That was meant to bring light,
And happiness 
Into our home,
But now only brings sorrow.

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The Metal

Thud


This thing born of breath and bone,
Seated on its secret throne,
A harbinger of ignition,
Pulling us from our perdition.


Thud


By the dream and the waking,
Anger ripe for the taking;
It reaps the spite from our minds.
By moon and star, flesh it grinds.


Thud


Distortion: its holy blade.
Singing songs of pain and rage
Wrought of mortal blood and steel,
Hefted high with fervent zeal.


Thud


The power of death endowed
While the thunder rolls throughout
This keen five-minute crusade.
In finale, the sin fades


Thud


The Metal cannot be stopped.
Born from those who rolled and rocked
It’s darkness: a warm embrace.
Rage released, a swift escape.


Thud

Thud.


And pounding, my heart feels the pull of the music, and it knows that it is free.

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Wolf Totem

I breathe fire like a dragon killing demons
And I fight hard to kill the devils in my heart
I blow steam like an engine running through the night
Keep pumping ‘else my motor’s gonna fall apart

I survey down like a falcon during midday
Looking for my next meal, seeking resolution
And I charge on with a wolf totem within me
Always alone without a pack to call my own

As I make the earth my throne I become apart
My wandering soul won’t let me rest; always more
I rumble on with a wolf totem within me
My teeth bared, I light the skies with my holy war

To seize the day is a battle fought within us
But we’ve gotta bleed if we wanna win the game
We all need a wolf totem deep inside our hearts
If we want the minstrels to sing our given names

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Vacant Perdition

Vacant Perdition


Reeling listless
Empty story
Gazing, endless
Mandatory
Purgatory
Muted motion
Thinking sorely
Null devotion

Sudden urges
Fleeting feelings
Will emerges
Sailing ceilings
Disused dealings
Mislaid purpose
Broken meanings
Without service

It’s insipid
Bouncing bluster
Wisdom wicked
Nothing mustered
Lacking luster
Sempiternal
Filibuster
Silence vernal

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A Collection of Sentiments

A Collection of Sentiments


To the whole world:
I hope for thou and pray there’s still good left
Yet no matter how low my expectations go, 
Thou still manage to disappoint me.
Sometimes I see a light out in the darkness,
But not long after,
It’s tainted.

To all my friends:
Thou art the reason I still hope for the world,
Despite the evidence of the abysmal.
A true friend is hard to come by,
And harder still to keep.
But the times we’ve had 
Will be with me till the end.

Yet I love you all,
Friend or not, 
Victory or failure,
Disappointment or satisfaction,
And I wish I had time enough in this world to know and understand
The way thou think
The way thou feel
And how thou see thyself

But alas,
I must go.
I am but adrift in this world,
For a tiny speck of time,
And my path is sundered from thine in one way or another,
And as such my eyes never see the workings of thy mind.
Not really.
And as such thou fall short of my lofty expectations,
And dreams are my only solace.


A Tout Le Monde,
A Tout Mes Amis,
Je Vous Aime.
Je Dois Partir.
If these are the last words I ever speak,
Then I’d be free

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Danna O Menel Palan-Diriel ::Fall From Heaven Gazing Far::

A direct sequel to my poem, Abeyance. Linked at the end

Danna O Menel Palan-Diriel
(Fall From Heaven Gazing Far)

My tattered wings are gone,
And falling from their gaze,
I listen to the skies;
Ablaze without a glow.
Instead of promise brought,
Or holy message sought,
They speak my tarnished name.
Oh, eyes of starry night,
What do you want with me?
Alight in darkest flames,
The stars unveil their love,
Through scorching skies above.
But gladden days are naught;
My drive is failing now.
And though it hurt me so,
My vows have saved their souls;
I couldn’t save my own.
I cannot now atone.
Oh, eyes of starry night,
My weapon is a song,
A broken melody,
Daylong in whispered length,
But shattered is my lyre;
Extinguished soul-fire.
And falling through the air
Ablaze with holy flame,
With broken song in hand,
My name you speak again,
Though I have failed to save
Myself- to grind, a slave.
I relish in the pain,
For me, you have forgave.


Abeyance: https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/abeyance_1435733