The rose is a flower of unfathomable beauty,
Its smell...so seductive...
A reminder of the gardens of Eros,
Its petals... oh so gentle,
Like the bare bottom of a virgin princess.
Its hue... so rich
Reminiscent of the all encompassing emotion called love.
And...
Its entwined ridges...
Paints a picture of a lover lost in a vicious labyrinth, looking for his love.
Its thorns... the nails of the devil,
A reminder for him who dares...
To kiss the rose,
A reminder for him who dares,
To cross into the forbidden,
A reminder for him who dares... to love.
Yet beauty and love leave man sans sense of direction,
He loses all his rationality,
He dares to cross into the forbidden,
He challenges his own mortality,
Only to face lady love's brutality...
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One of the times when I was feeling Keatsy agin. Mom-dad's annivarsary... got them a bunch of roses. Close examination and here's the product!!!
Saturday, November 25, 2006
Flame In The Tempest
The clouds had been gathering,
The gale had been raging,
the sun had been murdered,
the glens had been plundered,
with a silence that forboded evil,
it waited...
When he stepped out...out of his refuge,
When the caring hand and the soothing mouth were no longer nigh,
It happened... it began to rain...
But no such rain any mortal eye had seen...
Where each drop was a shard of the Satan's knife,
Where each drop bore the smouldering rage of the devil,
Where drop was the all-consuming flame of guilt...ofsorrow...of love... of loss...
But no mortal man was he either, or so it seemed,
Long ere a drop landed, it turned to vapour...
Fire to fire, ashes to ashes...
The wrath of Evil was consumed by the man, or was he a man?
Yes he was,
A man with a sleeping mind.
But how long? How long could the fair cloak of sleep fend off the poison?
At last, a drop of death hit his mind, awakened it and turned it numb,
now,
He had nowhere to turn back, nowhere to hide...
nowhere to take refuge, nowhere to confide...
His mind was burning alive ...
Burning in the unforgiving flame of life's hatred...
No man sawhis pyre... no one cared to,
But he has a mighty heart... a heart whose complexities are beyond man's reckoning,
And thus he burns... I say burns, not burned...
And waits for a heart mightier yhan his,
to come and help him... to come and soothe him...
to come and save him... to come and FORGIVE him...
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You all might think it is a weird poem... well it's a kind of personal refection, so don't bother much if you don't really get the feelof it (as mike says... hear to see). Not really in high spirits... duh, i never am, just managed to post once.
SEEYA LATER!!!
The gale had been raging,
the sun had been murdered,
the glens had been plundered,
with a silence that forboded evil,
it waited...
When he stepped out...out of his refuge,
When the caring hand and the soothing mouth were no longer nigh,
It happened... it began to rain...
But no such rain any mortal eye had seen...
Where each drop was a shard of the Satan's knife,
Where each drop bore the smouldering rage of the devil,
Where drop was the all-consuming flame of guilt...ofsorrow...of love... of loss...
But no mortal man was he either, or so it seemed,
Long ere a drop landed, it turned to vapour...
Fire to fire, ashes to ashes...
The wrath of Evil was consumed by the man, or was he a man?
Yes he was,
A man with a sleeping mind.
But how long? How long could the fair cloak of sleep fend off the poison?
At last, a drop of death hit his mind, awakened it and turned it numb,
now,
He had nowhere to turn back, nowhere to hide...
nowhere to take refuge, nowhere to confide...
His mind was burning alive ...
Burning in the unforgiving flame of life's hatred...
No man sawhis pyre... no one cared to,
But he has a mighty heart... a heart whose complexities are beyond man's reckoning,
And thus he burns... I say burns, not burned...
And waits for a heart mightier yhan his,
to come and help him... to come and soothe him...
to come and save him... to come and FORGIVE him...
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You all might think it is a weird poem... well it's a kind of personal refection, so don't bother much if you don't really get the feelof it (as mike says... hear to see). Not really in high spirits... duh, i never am, just managed to post once.
SEEYA LATER!!!
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Nobody
The lane was swarming with people,
people clad in woolens all grey,
The Back of swarming humanity,
was all my mortal eyes beheld.
For a safe passage home, like all, did I pray.
A man in raiment of the many,
Stepped up and nudged past my shoulder,
I saved from fall, and protested...
Back he turned and spat with venom'
"And who may you be dear sir, to lead my way?"
I could only gape...
My speech faltered me, so did my thoughts,
My concious left my limbsand my heart pierced by lead shots.
For, an apt answer to his demand,I couldn't find,
For, my name is none save a meaningless syllable to the man's mind.
Who am I?
Waht have I that he not posses?
what think I that he not thinks?
What feel I that he not feel?
To a man aside the two of us, we're twins,
And to yet another, we three triplets!
Loth am I to stray into this thought,
But the ugly nudity of truth, threatens to choke me.
Dear to my kin in a home...transcient,
Nobody to the people of the lane where I walk,
Dear to the Inhabitants of my own world... so miniscule,
Nobody to the man of whom i talk...
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Feeling really depressed these days. Got no one to share feelings and I am a pressure cooker without a safety valve. Mom is really scornful these days with my marks and progress (or should I say decline?) going for a six. Suddenly life is seeming to be out of m control. Emotions, memories are all spilling about ... all at the wrong time. Shit man... that's about all I can say.
people clad in woolens all grey,
The Back of swarming humanity,
was all my mortal eyes beheld.
For a safe passage home, like all, did I pray.
A man in raiment of the many,
Stepped up and nudged past my shoulder,
I saved from fall, and protested...
Back he turned and spat with venom'
"And who may you be dear sir, to lead my way?"
I could only gape...
My speech faltered me, so did my thoughts,
My concious left my limbsand my heart pierced by lead shots.
For, an apt answer to his demand,I couldn't find,
For, my name is none save a meaningless syllable to the man's mind.
Who am I?
Waht have I that he not posses?
what think I that he not thinks?
What feel I that he not feel?
To a man aside the two of us, we're twins,
And to yet another, we three triplets!
Loth am I to stray into this thought,
But the ugly nudity of truth, threatens to choke me.
Dear to my kin in a home...transcient,
Nobody to the people of the lane where I walk,
Dear to the Inhabitants of my own world... so miniscule,
Nobody to the man of whom i talk...
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Feeling really depressed these days. Got no one to share feelings and I am a pressure cooker without a safety valve. Mom is really scornful these days with my marks and progress (or should I say decline?) going for a six. Suddenly life is seeming to be out of m control. Emotions, memories are all spilling about ... all at the wrong time. Shit man... that's about all I can say.
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