Poetry

I would like to start this, for I believe Poetry is magickal. So I will start with a poem of my own.

No matter what, I won't forget. I made a promise, I'll return. No matter what I'll always be with you. If not physically, I'll be with you spiritually. An enemy to many, a friend to some. Not a bad person, never alone. If I pass, I'll still be around, not in the physical, not as a ghost. I'll be your comfort, I'll be your strength, may I never be forgotten, may I never die. Let my soul live on, when I die. I have a long time before death will claim this physical body. So my journey is still at large.
Why I say this? I know not. Will I live long? None knows. Who I am, I still have to discover. I press on, with my undying Soul. I will strive continuously to achieve my goal. Wonderful the universe is. The secrets that lie within. A gift to us from the divines. I think of this everytime I see the stars, who portray themselves as tiny speaks in the sky. The sun rises as well as it sets. Signifying the end of a day, yet the beginning of night. No matter what I will fight, for all eternity with all my might. Fear is nothing, I overcome, with the end of somethings, new things have begun. How can I lose, when I have already won?

When the darkest days have passed
and the glory days are at the last
you look beyond the shadowing field
and try to see the light resealed.

i smile at my darkest days
and rejoice in the hidden ways
that you seem to make me understand
that you are more than a mere man.

gentle beasts roar around
my heart is thudding with the sound
my hand reaches out with timid restrain
to stroke the beast's cascading mane.

they surround me and look at me with curiosity
language i cant speak is in their eyes
i try to change but this world wont let me
i cant..i just cant..

the sun is setting and i've nowhere to be
i've no one to see..
i'm on all fours and i'm running,
oh the freedom! !

i can speak freely now
and i am who i was ment to be
the beast rips herself out of my frail body
and i scream thunder towards the moon.

i wake in a bed of leaves,
my mind questions of who i've been.
i shudder with the sound
of the howling of the ailing hounds.

so i look on,
towards the rising sun,
to forget the days of past,
and climb the wall of the outcast.


~About unleashing your inner animal. everyone has that side to themselves.~

I walk in the Darkness, with no fear, not fully conscious that I am. Why I get the urge to do so, that I truly don't understand. Is this part of the plan for me? Does this Darkness intertwine with both my fate and my destiny? It calls me, and every time I answer. My fears aren't present, it's like I'm in a trance, my Soul ventures toward it, in some sort of dance. It's like music, yet only I hear the song? Is this right or is this wrong? Were we born from the light, or was it Darkness all along? Why is it I am lured to this? How is it I cannot resist? Why am I comforted, by what is known as true Darkness? It loves me, as I love it. It's given me power I couldn't get. This Darkness isn't as bad as they say. It can be found even in the day. As I said awhile ago. My Soul is more Dark than Light, all should know. The Darkness is feared for it's misunderstood, people do not realize it does some good. Darkness and I do not fight, it's a mutual relationship, oh what a lovely night. Why fear something so grand? It all comes down to people who do not understand. Let Darkness in, but don't leave out light. Both must coexist for all life. So why fear it, when it's a key part of existence? Just find the balance within it."

darkness overwhelms me and light touches my face. i look into the sky and see your beauty and grace. this light of mine iside of me. if i let it out, what would become of me? what is this sensations? this darkness falling out of me? i let them both come and swirl it in seas of gray. i fall out of the sky and watch them walk away.

The Tree

When in times of woe

Out my window I do look

At that tree I know

Geting some haiku in here!

I love your hikau stringbean :D

Bows, "thank you."

At long last a reason that makes a silent ocean stir
Is a wineless wineskin overused
A tortured soul walketh among the darkness
Searching for only one of the many things
Lost has he?
Shouldn't he know?
No.. He doesnt remeber
He feels that his emptiness dwarfs the world
Seeing as misty terror at every corner
Like a ghost he runs frantically here and there
As his time runs out
In his mind goes...
Love? Treasure? Belonging? A better place? A cold heart?
Which would i succumb to and accept...
Lost have i, everything
To begin with nothing had he
To end with nothing has he
Attachment and Commitment he finds
Promises he seeks which he may have broken
He Finds everything Fine
At last he screams abuse at the world
And he bows and kneels for a last prayer
As he and death go hand in hand as old friends....

This is a lovely thread. i will add something soon as well.

Death is the shockwave that rocks the Soul
Death is the result of the knife peniatrating through the heart.
It is a cause of the loss and grief for others.
Death is the end of the book, followed by a blank page.
Death is the shadow that we all truely fear.
Death is the debatable final experience of Life.
Death is when Life ceases momentarily.
Death is the icy cold chill that is endless.
Death is the sickness that is uncurable.
Death is the skeleton wielding the sythe and the basket for Souls.
Death isn't to be feared, it's to be welcomed.
Death is the event that cannot conqure my undying Soul.
Death is the void you feel after losing something dear.
Death is the decaying fruit that fell from the tree in the garden.
Death is an end of something to begin another.
Death is the vacant seat that Life used to occupy.
Death is the realization of the true world.
Death is the tragedy that strikes instantaneously.
Death is the end of dreams and the world that we know.