One world
One dream
One hope
A hope
That never happens
Never comes true
A wish
That idealizes everything
Changes death
To something its not
That makes life evil
Venomous
That takes everything
You know and
Turns it upside down
That ruins life
And makes death
Peaceful
A dream
That all see
All have
All want
But can not grasp
For it’s a dream
And nothing more
A faith
That makes us believe
We can fly
And death doesn’t
End it all
That all our fears
Are worthless
For there is life
After death
A word
That changes it all
Be it heaven
Or hell or God
The trinity
With no reality
Blind faith
Nothing more
An ideal
That ends up being
Nothing more
The heart and soul are straining not to crack
Alone on different mountains and buried in snow
A Wolf and a Witch
Lost by all as hope fights the fade to black
missing the warming glow of their mates
The heart and soul are straining not to crack
feelings are fractured and under attack
In the beautiful face of the Witch the eyes sad
A Wolf and a Witch
Wondering forever: "What is it they have done?"
The signs of strain will never show
The heart and soul are straining not to crack
The pain is worse than a thousand slow deaths
just want to fall to ravines below
A Wolf and a Witch
My frozen spirit will endure till again it unites
from stoic piercing wolfs eyes they’ll never know of the pain
The heart and soul are straining not to crack
A Wolf and a Witch
Re: Post Poetry Here By: Ginseng.
Post # 113 Nov 17, 2010
Wonderful poetry by all great work enjoy reading them all:)
Re: Post Poetry Here By: Zea
Post # 114 Dec 31, 2010
Lovely. ^_^
Eh, here's something I wrote not too long ago.
-------------------------------------------- Self Set Adrift
Once upon a time I was happy.
A mere 4 years in this world quickly was it ending.
Intellect was being added to life's list of requirements.
I met this girl, seemly sinister and hidden.
Concealed she'd been, free from this burden.
I envisioned her as my other; what I cherished most not inside me.
She was there...
Awaiting my arrival she stood fair; but I stayed aimless and dull.
The only one I'd rightfully denied-- was me in the end.
She was there her voice a soft whisper.
She knew what I was thinking.
Only to be, I could barely hear her.
Our conflicting nature thus bore my adjacent friend.
She followed my mind we were always together.
I craved the progress that I had yet to find.
She'd appear by my side as they left me behind.
Every day, she'd become further lucid.
Every day, she'd become even more overbearing.
Every day, as I sat at my desk and took the screaming, she'd ache to aid me as I'd dissipate into nothing.
Every day, I ran from the truth...
That I was losing me, and I was searching for her.
The only one I could count on-- was me in the end.
I knew nothing of her.
But was my person kept close; she knew my life and more.
She knew better my family and my friends; and cared less for them.
She knew in her own right how to fix it all, when I would just cower.
I was concerned with living, she thought only of getting it over with.
People loved me.
Kids played with me.
While she sat back and waited...
Not for them, but for me__ just to grow up.
I was an open book; I was the Sun of the day.
She was in chambers, behind her bars-- beyond the clouds she was the moon reflecting me.
Every day, she becomes clear.
Every day, she becomes imperious.
Every day, I called for her assistance in post-resentment.
Every day, her hand outstretched, finally...
For once, close enough to catch.
The only one I'd set adrift-- was me in the end.
I see her!
Her brilliant eyes, are no longer glaring in from behind the glassy barrier.
Her disturbed grin, alas a pale figure numb to my weaknesses.
Her mental radiance, now framed the gorgeous woman expert in third-string enchantment.
Her open ferocity, has now taken over.
Every day, I become more surfeited.
Every day, I become more evaded.
Every day, as she sits at my desk taking the silence, I'd ache to play again as I dissipate into nothing.
Every day, she ignores the truth...
That I had lost me, and I have found her.
The only one I couldn't bring back-- was me in the end.
Re: Post Poetry Here By: Draggsters
Post # 115 Feb 22, 2011
Regardless of which side takes the reins, you were never lost. Only lying dormant waiting for the world to open its eyes and see you...finally.
Re: Post Poetry Here By: darkermaster
Post # 116 Feb 22, 2011
The is taken form the UK Church of rational satanism.
Satanic Battle Poem
why are we here
it has once been said
we live our lives
then we are dead
through evolution our humanity came
but then came control so whos to blame.
they didnt want the human race to excel
so about came the concept of heaven and hell
by mans hand these things were created
but oh my they never anticipated
the satanic empire that would appear one day
sent fourth by the man called Anton LaVey
he interrogated the laws of old
and noticed that delusion had taken hold
through paper gods and deity's of days gone by
still controlling minds so he asked why
What can fear and oppressing dogmas bring
here is your answer '' not a thing ''
Why fear what man has made
it just holds you back so you dont make the grade
live your life for the hear and now
use your forgotten animal instincts they will show you how
our carnal desires will full-fill our lives.
and the satanic empire will continue to thrive
But now a new threat has come to a head
Breathing life in to gods who were once dead
The spiritual movement is the new drive
So the satanic movement has to survive.
We will rise up once again
And just like LaVey we will do the same
Expose it all for what it brings
Lies and delusion and idiotic things.
Rational Satanism will lead the way
And people will listen to what we say
so forget the man made gods and law
for they cant do it anymore
Darkermaster
Re: Post Poetry Here By: Srey
Post # 117 Mar 06, 2011
Like cracking ice beneath our feet, or
lightening striking in our sleep.
You lost what was yours to keep,
and under the shining stars
in feilds of snow and ice
with the winds whispering high above,
as if possessed by Sorrow herself,
I weep.
Minutes pass over my soul like shears,
underlining all my fears.
Whitteling me from my prime,
the thought of you consumes the years
the monthes
the weeks
the days
the hours
the minutes
the seconds
of... all... my... time.
Upon a bed I lay, and there
I close my eyes to stay.
Before my minds eye there is a flash.
The graven image of my wretched past.
I wish and I want,
I beg and I plead
From the chains to which you hold the key,
let me be freed.
In a dying breath,
your name escapes.
Fleeting like the sound,
within my mind you no longer take shape.
A smile cracks upon my porcelain face,
as I drift into the depths of obliviated space.
Through the darkened gates I pass,
free of your haunting memory at last.
Re: Post Poetry Here By: Voyager
Post # 118 Mar 07, 2011
Nor Aught nor Nought existed; yon bright sky
Was not, nor heaven's broad roof outstretched above.
What covered all? what sheltered? what concealed?
Was it the water's fathomless abyss?
There was not death -- yet there was nought immortal,
There was no confine betwixt day and night;
The only One breathed breathless by itself,
Other than It there nothing since has been.
Darkness there was, and all at first was veiled
In gloom profound -- an ocean without light --
The germ that still lay covered in the husk
Burst forth, one nature, from the fervent heat.
Did I see you?
The red summmer blaze,
falling on fall...
to see the tail spin with years?
Fore gotten not too long,
a solomonster forgotten ere too Kemp?
Follow the ring is hollow,
nor for my quarrel...
a beat gone ranger,
why do the yin's ears cry?
Burg
