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Trees and More Trees and 2 more poems
Topic Started: Feb 2 2007, 12:50 PM (63 Views)
Holocollector
Christmas is Coming
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Trees and More Trees

There are so many green
Places of earthly reminiscence.
Where inside live green-colored trees.

Thin and extremely high
They were, like a mesh of wires.
Carven traceries living inside deep red gorges,
They lived in the burning red world.

On the hillock and into the valley, a
Careening temple under the lovely cacophony
Of the sun. Around them in the infernal
Outcast world, there smelled burned skin, a sick smell of a
Cocoon.

The giant green pinions burned like a golden sap fiery
Honey mawkish wall, the protective shade of the lidless
Wall, brown was grim-worn, with untarnished new born lasses
Playing safely the symphony of blaring red horns
Under cover of the deleterious sun. Like squinting eyes looking
In wafting stone troughs in forlorn meadows,
They with the song gone vanished too now.
The message now was silence. The enigma left was cold, &
For what was left there, were only golden ashes cooling.

The Samurai

Samurai of the night
Drenched in blood, such a ugly sight,
What have you done to bear
Worrisome sins?

The samurai answered:
I have warmed my hands near a fire,
With Fiery demons in my heart,
And tried to put my hands in the fiery light,
Holding all my cries within, of living pain.

The spirit answered:
You answered my question as if
The answer was within the fire!
Tell me again more correctly,
What has your master done to bear
Sins? Having answered the question he said:

The samurai answered:
He hath taken my sword to a blacksmith
To get all the blood from within,
And shined it to reflect
The starry sky of the night,
And not faces of long forgotten of spite

And the spirit said at long last, irritated at no right answer:
My patience is dieing
you answered my question as
If the sky were the visage of the enemy!
This time tell me again but from within,
What has your master done to bear
Such sins?

And the Samurai last replied:
He has sworn to never kill anyone anymore,
And used the katana to slice open his head,
And In the other world
The katana to slice open his heart,
To let all the demons come out from within!

And with that, the sword of the samurai collapsed.

Empty White Lane

I have empty white thoughts, stillness,
Whiteness that has black shrouded shapes in darkness.
Darkness obscured by a huge white fence.

Everything lay still gathered under a white sky eldritch,
Unreal. Bending the fabric of space. So in frozen time,
I lay rafting though the rift, I lay here.

I like this stilness as if it were gold crafted.
I look out and get out from my rifting rafting in the rift,
I climb the huge white fence but fall off. Silence is music
When there is emptiness, stillness.

I step through memory lane now,
The wings of destiny are the wings of change,
It is as if they carry you away.

I turn my head and I look around to where
I have been going all these years, lost I ask,
Amidst this emptiness, where is here?

Note: My english writing skills need work so donīt even think of asking me to change it entirely or relearn my english (the impossible). I donīt like the signature, I willl eventually add a picture.
 
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