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The frenzy of the wild
pouring from the river
like a natural child,
swiftly ran a a shiver
down my spine.
Evaporating the calm
corroding the fawn
in this madness I sank
never seeing our dawn.

Tenderness struck me
so suddenly that my
heart failed to beat.
In return I turned to a lie
-in greed
I decided to cheat
at that moment it felt quite neat
lying there on that wheat
in the golden seat, in speed
-numb feet-
all caused
by a reckless deed.

I transfixed a soft spot
right in the center
of that ever growing
black dot
in an area, symbolically,
larger than the biggest lot.

Amused by my misfortunes
and bad luck
everyone concluded
I must simply suck.
In laughter and banter
suddenly all grew tender
-real slender.
The bones from their hips
and toes
transformed their lows
into something magical
known only ages ago.

A sacred moment
unlike any other
not long too last
though it seemed vast
and fun
only turned out to be
a monstrous black sun.

To mitigate the anger
and sorrow
I was seduced
to borrow
the potent amalgam
how I was reduced.

She was charmed
without any effort
I became the victor,
her bestial restrictor,
her brutal dominator,
the nefarious victor.

Fresh air she only asked
begged and cried,
but I decided
so she died.
As I wept
and longed,
something crept
something strong
reminding me
that my decision
was very wrong.

In cold blood
-and silence
I evoked my reliance
to overpower
the guilt in my gut
opened by that venomous cut.
But,-
she was to young
and precious
respected
and capricious.

The coffin,
she was meant to lie
spend eternity
stutter and cry,
was not pretty enough
not made out
of the right stuff
it was simply put
too harsh and rough.

To soften the dread
and burden
the black cat
cut of her head
instead fed
it to the zombies
that lay
on the road ahead.

Distress haunts me, yet more pain
as I walk on virgin land
I am drowning in quick sand
I am losing my brain
suffocating morosely by this chain
dampening into madness
in this cold and lonely rain
please offer me your hand
decree your reign
what is your command?

My fervor, my zeal
bless Me who Is ethereal
there Is nothing absurd
in My holy Word
a mighty Shield, a secure Fort
protect you I will, your Lord, your God
Almighty, omnipotent, join the herd.

Glory to Thee, who awakes
-in me
the Spirit of liberation
Who that makes me free.
Glory to Thee, that embraces
a wicked man into
His open arms, replaces
the Old, with the New
regardless whether gentile or Jew.

But what Psalm can ever offer
any sort of shelter
from the bitter hydrophobia
from the heartfelt disturbia?
What psalm can ever ensure
in this vortex of space-
where she rests eternally in disgrace-
with her lifeless eyes
transformed and disfigured face
broken by all the lies?
Are there any words
to suspend the aversion
to formulate another version
not ending in persuasion?

What words can be offered,
to placate the tension
to palliate the passions
sooth the lungs
and sweeten the complexions?
What kind of tears can follow
and fly,
once the happiest of them all
were permitted to die.
What sort of life is possible
when what I call my life and love
has bitten dust
allowed to rust?

As I lay
in wicked silence
tormented by violence
a piece of clay
which life came by
opened its world to me
aimed to make me free
free me from the Lie.

A sweet whisper
unknown to my ears
closer than my dears
entered my heart.
Absorbed in its awesome power
as if put in a golden shower
my heart began to be transformed,
renewed, freed, purged.

I reposed in silence,
at peace,
all of these
worries vanquished.
For the first time,
a moment long in the making,
their reigned in me
not a crime,
but a tree
full of life.

A voice of thunder
forgiving my blunder
holding me in Its palm
spoke in tongues, rapidly
Hallelujah, wow.

Derailed and seduced
I couldn't make up
whether what was happening
was real or not,
fraud?

A sonorous sound
everlastingly loud
the emergence of a golden cloud
the emergence of erratic doubt.

A quick look to the heavens,
ashen, covered and unclear
and despite, what was near
the number 777



was distinguishable clear.

Unable to move or speak
I continued to peek
at the terrifying sky
while frightened and shy.

Swollen lung
broken tongue,
I released
a virgin cry,
my fears
through tears.

Woe and behold,
what Was disbelieved
and mocked,
finally came
all were shocked.

Men and women, old and young
from all the many stages
joined together by a common song
for the spectacle of the ages.
After thousands of years
and millions of tears
the time was ripe
goodness came to clean
and wipe.

The voice of truth and love
shuttered the pretenders
of the harlot and treasure pot,
arrived has the white Dove.

Blinded by greed and lust
words lost their meaning
and crust.
Fooled by money
greed and power,
the taste of honey
became bitter and sower.

With the return of the One
many yielded
and found the Sun,
covered from evil
many fell on their knees,
prayed and recovered.

Dressed in humble white
he was from the beginning
our only and true delight.
As he walked and looked,
an innocent lamb
he willingly took.
Though beloved and cherished
for the sake of life
he replenished
his promise with a knife.

All watched in horror
how he bled the child
it seemed so wild
cold and vile.
Right there on the spot
many questioned him
and his plot.
Many felt appalled
and at that very night
disbelief called.

His love came at a price,
but many still chose vice.
Even the ones that assured to know
fell victim and wouldn't show
the wisdom and kindness
he hoped for.

All alone in verse
this everlasting curse
admonishes and castigates
all the withering leaves
clefs and spurs,
an army of thieves,
you disgusting germs,
perish on my terms
you rotten worms.

Was it all in vain
was it sane
or a divine bane?
Deep down in my heart
I refuse to disbelieve
I keep guard and ward,
for I choose to believe
that his promise is everlasting
passionate, zealous and beyond.
Squeak
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#2 Post by Squeak »

I dragged this up for comparison purposes, and I can honestly say that in the past four odd years you've improved massively. This is really, really, good. It loses it's way slightly every now and again, but I have no real criticisms/advice to offer because it's way beyond anything I could ever do. Congratulations, I think it's excellent.

I also think this is something you should really keep working at over the rest of your life.
[size=85][i]"Your feeble skills are no match for the power of the Dark Side"[/i][/size]
Facade19
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#3 Post by Facade19 »

Squeak wrote:I dragged this up for comparison purposes, and I can honestly say that in the past four odd years you've improved massively. This is really, really, good. It loses it's way slightly every now and again, but I have no real criticisms/advice to offer because it's way beyond anything I could ever do. Congratulations, I think it's excellent.

I also think this is something you should really keep working at over the rest of your life.
Thank you very much! It means alot to me, more than much, to hear-read these comments from you! :cry: :D
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