Chayesh Posted October 2, 2006 Report Share Posted October 2, 2006 Here are all of the poems. Untitled The barren land around me tells a cryptic tale of suffering I can't seem but to think that it still looks so much like home, Without any lights, it's black in the night, And I still see that I am alone. I traveled long to get here and I've bled so many times The pain can only tell me that I am still alive Death comes not for me, today, in this bitter wasted place I've faced my fears and come here to pray for guidance, And for grace. A year since I have left and I have done all that I could, But I've forgotten of my home, not returning as I should With old enemies to face here, my past still burns quite bright Like a single lonely torch that is cast into the night I am not the boy I was, no, I've turned into a man Is it worse to lose such innocence - am I now like those in this land? I devoted myself to purity, but blood is on my hands! I will never wash these stains away, but that is not the plan. Acceptance is the only way to deal with such misfortune I was born to be here, now I can do nothing but lift the sword up Strike again, break the skin, their will and spirit faltered The fiends that plague my home will be sacrificed to the Exalted Perhaps inside I was still a boy, a fool to be so merciful Perhaps I wasted all this time coming here, trying to fulfill My destiny, does it evade me? Have I erred in my ways? Have I come to someone else's path and taken up their place? The only way to go is forward, to my inevitable demise The cold within my heart is there, but to it, I am wise I will never let the burden overcome my sense of purity Of compassion, or tranquility, when the time comes, you will see I will be, And I will be me. The Circus Animals prowl and skulk around, Lions, tigers, screaming people abound! Is this a bloodbath, I have found? No! It is just the Circus! The audience scream and yell with delight, To the act thats takes place throughout the night, Then suddenly, a Clown appears - what a fright! Oh how I love it at the Circus! Water squirts out of his chest-worn flower, Covering the audience in a dark-coloured shower. Have you ever seen such a display of power? I have! At the Circus! A volunteer, comes down to the ring, And I promise to give him everything. He need only roll the dice he did bring, To see the power of the Circus! Evens he will live the most wonderful life, Odds he will suffer in torment and strife. He is told not to gamble by his loving wife, But greedily, he rolls in the Circus! Oh how the dice fly through the air! They total eleven, when you add the pair. He pulls his hair out in despair, And so his life ends, in the Circus. So remember, Aabahran, you lack free-will. Choices are but dice rolls, Lady Luck's thrill. And you will all see, when you come of ill, And quite unluckily, die in the Circus. Silent Killer O'Fool of Aabahran ye watch all from afar, seeing fancy parties, as if locked in a jar. Yer heart desires friendship, though yer hand desires blood. Never ta meet yer equal, never ta find true love. So ye play the silent killer, hoping ta make a name, but fool art thou for playin', yer foolish hearted game. When ye meet yer maker, ye will know its name, though it will look back at ye trying to forget the pain. O'Fool of Aabahran, life is ta be lived, ye take and take and take and take, and now why don't ye give. Woman of my Dreams Alone I stand on what would be paradise The warm surf laps at my toes as I aimlessly gaze over The Great Sea My thoughts bounce in and out of my mind Thoughts of laughter, smiles and happiness These thoughts are all of her I don't even know her name This paradise is incomplete without her But alas she stand on another shore Her smile smothered by the warm setting sun Her voice lost in the sound of the breaking wave Her eyes invisible in the midst of twilight Her lips slip past mine without a touch in the tropical breeze Still this distance does not hold back my feelings for her My mind shifts back and forth through fantasy and reality It creates story upon story dream upon dream It also creates its own little worries Worries of her just being a dream Worries of it all just being a dream Worries of a dream coming to an end Loneliness just twists my mind's worries into fear I struggle with my imagination, in its' overwhelming Creativity Creating her as just a dream A figment of reality, but yet fantasy I don't even know her name I pull away I attempt to accept her as something that could be real I smile My thoughts clear as a white foam of warm water Rushes through my toes Thoughts of her flourish with certainty, knowing it could be A reality A reality of us dancing together A reality of how beautiful she looks A reality of her smile A reality of her gentle words Thoughts switch to feelings The feelings I could have for her The special feelings I could have when she is around me Feelings of happiness and smiles Feelings of comfort and ease The spectacular feelings If only she existed, yet At sight of her face Authenticity of her kindness In the presence of her charm Then feelings of uncertainties "Is she thinking of me also?" "Does she share similar feelings as I do?" "Why me?" The feelings of fear Fear of being to open Fear of being hurt Both sets of feelings would be strong strong The happiness would be pure and true, But the fear, again, strong It would make some feelings not so easy to share with her As with this, a foolish attempt at a poem For a woman I may not ever even meet For it would be all at waste if my imagination held the truth It would all of been a fantasy of the dream she is I can't help but wonder in the dark How she would feel about me Loneliness just tears my heart and twists my thoughts It comes down to a single last thought Reality or not, the thought of her makes me smile Everlasting Voyage My ship has sailed into the waters of open spaces It's hull creeking with the souls of their faces A destiny of unknown dreams and desires Burning within me the embers from fires Time is a never ending stage I have missed My lips burning for the love of untouched lips From those I have never known or kissed I cannot see the dreams of those unknown shores For my body is weakened by life's tasking chores Still I search onward to understand what is meaning Like a giant tree, aged and leaning What will I find and what will it all mean I look into the mirror and I am unseen Can I be happy and can I have love Graceful and beautiful as a morning dove Like the wind that puts life into my sails Like the skies of blue winding trails. Life Life is but a cycle of memories, How is it we know we are alive, pain, pleasure, want, need, Questions the ages have asked for some time, Are we alive? A pinch is a pinch, a punch is a punch. These are not the things that define life. I feel pain, I feel pleasure, I want, I need. Am I alive? Life is but a cycle of memories. I am alive! Not because I feel these things. I am alive because I believe. To believe is to feel pain. To believe is to feel pleasure. To believe is to want. To believe is to need! So why am I alive? Because I said so. I remember. Life is but a cycle of memories! Untitled Nbodafibhpaodghoeighad;ofkgnhasdf['ioghaer[ghiae;rlhkadfh nhgpaodifghaw3eo08i4hgaoihxcgbxcbnoiehp9g8yq34-968yav98yd gnadpfoigh89aqe4hyio13h40y893w-a098gyahcoibnh34p0[9ya[290y3a5 angpdofigh-9q834hio6134613y42986h13576y nbhdf98yh9q384ty adfgpohawe4gtoihaerpg98yhret TRIBUNAL agdpf9h8g3aq46hp980asdf nasdfp98gqh24oihgadf0[hya3oi4y npadf8gyh[p83902ioh51yoihzcvn09781q364 nhgadfpo8gha3e;oihya4eh890abdfn3qy4n;q34908fgsn6sg fh ghdfpoiae5ry hbsdfhpo8iaeyn;lkaeryo8hyzxfhg7q346klhse570 herwthp89wer5y;nklsdfh9as873 Awakening of the Vampire The sun, brightest of celestial stars, Alights upon the distance afars. As it sets, a soothing blanket of darkness falls. My ears perceive the midnight crys of the ocean gulls. An owl hoots, a rat skitters, Across the dark and barren ground. Great monoliths are buried in the dirt, Inscriptions etched by no normal man. A high-pitched cry leaps across the sky, All manners of creatures and midnight fowls, Come hopping and soaring from their places of hide. A marble slab hides me from this array, They congregate in the center, round an angel petrified. Made of granite, he guards the souls, Of those departed men, long forgotten and dead. The beasts chitter and chat, Chat and gibber, Gibber and sat. Quietly they become, I peek over my abode, Encircled the angel all is silent and stone. The angel guardian, missing from his perch, Lays in a heap beside the slab he once proudly stood. Within the center, of this dull rock, And entrance has appeared. A chill escapes the opening, my skin raises in fear. I approach carefully, fearful lest I tread, Upon the stoney beasts and petrified dead. The entrance way, a work of art, Scriptures and symbols in the lining, edges of the door. The entrance goes deep, widening into a hall, Darkness creeps around me, it creeps into my flesh. I press on, some madness has me taken. The torches flicker and waver, not a breeze to be felt. Suddenly I am upon a room, a tomb of some kind, The chamber is grand, and only capable of holding some, Important man for the heads of his victims litters the soil. Looking up, there is no ceiling, Instead it is the twilight sky that greets mine eyes. The celestial bodies wink at me, secrets untold, Secrets never or will be known. The tomb begins to creak, a sliver of darkness, Escapes from the casket. Darkness surrounds me, all goes black. Waking upon my back, neck numb and cold, My movement is weak, not even my feet respond. I lay there gazing at the universe, Fire and ice spinning through time. A red moon travels this lofty expanse, slowly it glides. A dark shape flitters in the sky, towards the midnight moon, along a cloud of darkness, it rides. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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