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Poetry
Monday, 29 August 2005
The Devine Stories of heaven
Mood:  on fire
Topic: heavenly
In the beginning
Rimmed with wind and storm
A great black wrath of infinite math
And there was Heaven
Lit up with precious stones
Each one could fall but for the rule
Of Faith and love and stronger thrones

And there in rose vast wonders
Affections to be seen
Fathered from the plundered
Reflections of a dream

Fogging into nightmare
For him whose place was set
With wayward stars that absent, spoiled
All creation with their theft

In the beginning
Be winged and ringed with dawn
This favoured Avatar, enthralled
Swansongs from those that thronged this shore
With Gabriel and Michael
He shone with fierce intent
For loyalty, their joy to see
Him spur the hymns to heaven

For sculptured lips of seraphim
Whom fate then cruelly rent
With sleight fingered strains of harmony
Each note to grim portent

As grinning nimbus gathered
Over spires arabesque
For Him that blazed with holy praise
That for a jealous God was meant

Shining Feriluce
Lustrous scourge of fallen spirits
Basked in glory, flew
To lakes in sacred altitudes

Sweet haunting music swathed the breeze
With curling tongues that lapped the lead
As through thick mountain mist
with thoughts adrift
Until at last, past grasping trees

He paused to draught forbidden streams
That whispered siren promises
To drown his thirst

These waters held secrets
Like raped Russian dolls
Wherein evil and good
Tore his soul for control

And drunk with the verse of desire's first words
The weight of the universe
Slunk in rehearsed

Horror in numbers too great to discern
The rotting of worlds to the conqueror worm
And love a rare orchid so fragile in bloom
Espied gasping breath under dark sheeted moons



Shining Feriluce
Reflected in jaded mirror
Climbing from the noose
Of time in divine servitude

And thus a strange new melody
Of will and wanton fantasies
Whetted by the veiled, seen
Danced from his ashen lips
In red dawn scores, the silver scream
Of truth and her deleted scenes
Was taken up as far, it seemed
As God his words eclipsed

Those waters hid visions
Like butchers in war
Perverting the course
Of life's blood evermore

In the beginning
Skinned well with gibbous tones
Of countenance and ignorance
In equal measures sewn
A marbled arc of Angels
Sworn to the morningstar
Shared His pride and deep inside
Felt Chill Shadows sweep their cards

Posted by goth2/poetry666 at 10:27 AM BST
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Rainbow Suicide
Mood:  irritated
Topic: Death
I wanna turn the music up so loud in my head phones it’ll make my ears bleed
I wanna take a knife and gouge out my eyes so I can’t see
It’s not fair for me to stay alive if I’m not happy with being me
So when you see me lying there bleeding and not breathing, just let me be

I wanna bang my head so hard against the wall I’ll go brain dead
I wanna scream so loud you can finally understand the things I’ve said
Whoever said life is the greatest thing god created is a bunch of bullshit cause I’m fucked up and no, nothing in my life is Zen
So when you see me there with my throat cut open and eyes rolled to the back of my head, just leave me be

I wanna press the cigarette so hard against my face I’ll get 3rd burn degrees
Never eat, throw up my insides and carve into my stomach with a razor blade that reads ‘Fatty’
Everyone used to say I was better off dead and I guess now I agree
So when you see me with a note in one hand and a gun in the other, just let it be

I wanna make you see the real side of me
The messed up, suicidal, fucked up mental freak
Isn’t it sometimes hard to believe what you read…
So when you get a phone call, saying the your friend or your girlfriend is dead
It was because you didn’t take this poem seriously
Even though this was my last goodbye, my rainbowsuicide plea to the world
And this time, you will just have to let things be…

Posted by goth2/poetry666 at 10:21 AM BST
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