Passions of the heart, the heart through poetry
03:27 Sep 23 2008
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the fogotten
Written in ink and signed with blood, burried in tombs now rust and mud
Locked away few none to find, hold the keys the few remind,
Put to death the crimson flow, Rested intombs of cursed bestow
silver eyes to lead the path, thru the trees the forest of wrath,
Cut away and concrete built, lost our way the secret's melt,
Written in blood and etched in night, burried beneath the secound sight
All one ream no vails to hold, all one place the perceptions unmold,
Like amicroscope the view to change, Never moved the world does
rearrange,
how many know this trick of trades where the line between light and
dark fades.
What is light but for a populus whole, what is dark for for personal
group's goal?
Whatis good but creationto unfold, what is evil but preservation
and transformation to mold?
Moral ways of slaving hearts, Mortal bounds no understood parts,
Written in night and etched in stars, some still whisper and hold the
scars,
How many will listen, how many will know.
How will come the talents grow
The war unfolds the vales grow thin, war to spill over to all worlds
with in
Crimson lands now born of fire,
Ebon lights the souls of aeyr.
Returned from tombs and paths of old,
to see how man can be saved with tales unfold
Home at heart
Another night the rain falls
another night I hear the calls
one more storm to enjoy
one more place with peoples envoy
crimson tress the seasons change
Like the heart weathered with age
Darkend eyes see so much
light has faded shadows clutch
Glinting eyes a love flame found
mates souls the circle round
Bid the bound that bind the way
bound the binds that bid the day
bind the bounds that bid the way
Bid the bind that bould the day.
little night crow be I
child of shadows the nights to play
Where I roam I call my own
Where I stride found my home
Land of my ancestors
Crimson skies the lines are blurring
Ebon jade the trees are turning
Built a world the tides have caste
Danced with flames the dance that last
Caste my song upon the wind
The soft call it's ebon wing
Wind brothers hear my call
Wind sisters the drum beats fall
Where once I roamed I do return
To the place where the land thrums the song to burn
Where whence I came I have returned bled
On velvet ribbon path the sky has led
My feet upon this very tread
Close my eyes the song I've sung
From my heart the mournful notes Wrung
Wrapped in velvet ties that bind
Chained my silken ropes confined.
feral heart, the untamed soul, wild talent
My name is all.
Little night crow
Shards of a mirror depicted in images prone,
Set forth in the facets of a stone.
Call forth sweet velvet chords of life
Written a thousand words in a picture's strife
Pieces of a whole brought forth to sight,
Like each ray star in the ebon twilight
Rayvn Velvet poetic words burn
ravenlocke the hours turn
Once within grasp the picture fades
Incomplete the crimson cascades
Many come but few to see
The cryptic world known as me
Beneath the surface the waters shift
Images ripple the phoenix gift.
Ancient blood in new born kin,
Same old eyes to see within.
Hold fast sweet torrents
The tide to rise
Beneath the surface
Of silvery blue eyes.
Called forth once the words do come
tales of old and battles won
tongues forgotten spoken sweet
upon the lips of a night crows feat
where to look the eyes don't see
beneath the mirror of what will be
The surface ripples the images fade
Once more into ebon cascade.
Moonlight Cascade
The scent of silk and leather in the air,
Cascading thoughts most cannot dare.
Glinting steel and as candles drip,
Wrapped in ebony chainmail's grip.
Cascading crimson down marble stair,
Silent words in a dark stare.
The world does shift the lights froze,
Before the feral shadow shows.
Shadows dance and silence falls
On velvet covered stone thick walls
A fresh kill upon his silken lips
Crimson droplets sway to drip
The scent now woven mingled there
Another night in my sadist's Lair.
His breath is slow, the battle begins
In dominance only one wins
Paces forth as blades do dance
In this ebon twilight is my chance.
One more dip, one more sweep
One more shift and one more leap.
Against the wall marked retreat
Hearts race never admit defeat.
Pressed between flesh and stone
Cold steel against a pallid throat shone
Teeth bite into my neck bare
Sweet surrender with out a care
Slowly the Pressure increases
A low soft growl releases
The night had begun
moonlight on pallid skin
The mood is set
Whispering this isnt as good as it will get.
Hunters Moon
The moon is full, The wolf calls to me,
Come run with us it whispers softly, be free.
The moon is ful the Wolf calls to me,
Come hunt with us it whispers encouraging.
The moon is full the Wolf calls to me,
Come play with us, remember immortality.
His eyes are dark but his scent I know,
Paciently at the edge of the light he wiats, pack in tow.
when once I was young I sang his song,
I ran with his pack, hunted in turn and played along.
The moon is full, the Wolf calls to me,
I answer his song full heartedly.
The moon is full, the wolf calls to me,
I run with the pack till dawn tirelessly.
The moon is full, The wolf calls to me,
I hunt with the pack mercilessly.
The moon is full the Wolf calls to me,
I play with my brothers endlessly.
Homage
Honor to Brother Wolf, His song I sing
Honor to Sister Fox,Her wit I bring,
Honor to brother Raven, His secrets I keep,
Honor to sister bear, Her might I seep,
Honor to brother Hawk, his sight I bare,
Honor to sister crow, her law I share,
Honor to brother Snake, his transmutation I mold,
Honor to sister Butterfly, Her metamorphing I hold,
Honor to brother Jaguar, His agility I ferry,
Honor to sister Panther, Her stealth carry,
Honor to brother coyote, His lessons I teach,
Honor to sister leapoard, Her shadowmeld I reach.
Honor to the great spirit , From his essence I came,
Honot to the father sky who thought existance the same,
Honor to mother Earth who gave me birth,
Honor to grandfather sun who taught me worth,
Honor to grandmother moon who guides my path,
Honor to my adversary who shall know my wrath.
Jiske et nokin Canis, Locke con liste,
Kiske et sokit Canir, Enwis con Bores,
Jiske et nokit Ravis, Noset con Kisto,
Kiske et sokit Noctin, Sekri con Ires,
Jiske et nokit Hasha, Seeren con boryis,
Kiske et sokit Coren, Liber con sije,
Jiske et nokit Serkhi, Trasmin con modres,
Kiske et sokit Botqui, Mequin con hindes,
Jiske et nokit Onca, Agis con catis,
Kiske et sokit Felis, Stele con travir,
Jiske et nokit Canre, Orten con inlor,
Kiske et sokit Shanki, Nyctenris con riesen,
Resit et Kioshen, Viate aquios con,
Jiske et Coreski, Earyn Quint oun con,
Kiske et Modisga, Boryis con
Jiske et soleneske, Inlor ort con
Kiske et lunska, expatin con Inlor
Noten et vikinse, Parin nos tre nox corp reho.
Rite of life
Con revo sit in lor visto kiesen,
In tores no kis medre sit in vir,
Modre lokin notis beniter se ra.
Luniska, luniska, enlor et wis,
Soleske, soleske, enwis et flam.
Notis in ver sor rievo,
Nosir invest cor ries.
Kepo sen corevo vis,
ores iske nodre siet.
Luniska, luniska, enlor et wis,
Soleske, soleske, enwis et flam.
Con revo sit in lor visto kiesen,
Enflam convis retris incorp
I found the place of learning within the heart of life,
For turrents can mother life to valor,
Great mother given wing to see the flight.
Great moon, great moon, In your wisdom I learn,
Great sun , great sun, In your wisdom I burn.
Long tales in twilight ribbon you sung
Soft tales whispered through the trees.
I hold close to my core your vision
to fly the course of knowledges path.
Great moon, great moon, In your wisdom I learn,
Great sun , great sun, In your wisdom I burn.
I found the place of learning within the heart of life,
In the flames danced I reborn.
Sadomasochistic dreams
Cryptic word and subtle hints upon the lips of angels,
Crimson stains and blood tipped wings upon the skin of angels,
What a creature born of mirth punishments guide to sanctum solely.
Refuse born of tear razor lines sadist hearts too holy,
Written books of law besought with in the crimson vales.
Held fast in velvet tethers their bondage thus prevails.
Razor wire walls humanity of it's keep caste forth,
wrapped in pallid chains of worth never wings of soreth.
Tie me down your bitter tales like honey on the run,
sharpened blades and candles drip your sanity undone.
Forth come in ebon silk lashed to oaken stay,
Bite the flesh with leather strands not gone affray.
Years will pass and still shall return you I,
For what pleasure held in bondage masochist sigh.
Write my fate in books shall I rewrite the lines
page by page the fates have turned once more a blind eye.
In between the threads I walk my own destiny my name signs.
Sweet sadist thy masochist in fold called forth on ebon wing,
A soft song upon my lips sweet muse I shall I sing?
Of angels with their cryptic words and blood dipped wings.
Of angels whose crimson stains their cage bird song heart sings.
what creature such as this an existance spent in worships call
On bended knee before their king mournfully uphold the law.
Let them lash me with their tethers and cut me with their keep
For every moment of ecstasy from their insanity I shall reap.
Honors keep
Blood tipped tongues and razor words,
Double edged meanings the colour of birds.
Razor wire roses and thorn pricked vales,
Wrapped in chains the master hales.
Tethered ropes and chain lashed bare,
Crimson trickles for one to share.
Places forgotten by many who came,
Written in the death's book the same.
Tongues once spoken now ancient made,
Born of riddles, cryptic tombs now fade.
Speak now soft whispers of places old,
Of self lit fountains, palaces of gold.
Of these lost places do I speak,
Of days of old and tongues some seek.
Of times where bondage was a gift,
and tether bindings were the souls lift.
Where pain was a pleasure not rare,
found among those belongings care.
Times of war where battles were fought,
and homes and lives were once blood bought.
Places where honor was more then a word,
and decorum wasnt an ancient term so bold.
Where your honor was born in the mark it left,
Upon the flesh a household beset.
Now the marks on many have faded to scars,
and the honor their held is caged with in bars.
where leather whips and silk sashen chains
were the mark of belonging and the memory remains.
Written in shadows this keep of tales
Hidden with in the milky stellar trails.
Are places of old and tongues to speak
If one knows but where to seek.
Mirror within the mirror
Mayhaps I suffered the madness years ago and this is remains,
a ghosted mirrored echo of what I am or is it what regains
Mayhaps I'll never know, but is it really important to ask?
Are these the answers or the questions of the very task?
If I am with in the cage or out does it really matter?
Are these thoughts fixed or if they are the scatter?
Am I ever really caged or ever really free
or are these mearly perceptions of reality?
Am I ever really sane or am I really ever mad,
are these things all perceptions of the fad?
Am I ever really hungery or am I ever really full,
Or are these perceptions of the null?
Am I ever here or am I really gone,
mearly perceptions of the fawn?
Am I ever alive or am I ever dead,
are these just perceptions with in my head?
Is there really pleasure or is there really pain,
are these the perceptions of the masochistically insane?
Is there really sadness or is there really joy,
or am I just my own perceptions toy?
Is there really anguish or is there really hope,
or am I just the victim of my own view of scope?
If there really hatred or is there really love,
or am I just the delusion of my perceptions glove?
Is there really dark or is there really light,
or am I just the figment of my own perceptions plight?
Is there reality or is this just a dream?
Or am the just the echo of perceptions silent scream?
Is there really justice or Is their really mearly mirth?
Or am I just a piece of my own perceptions birth?
Is there really instinct or is there really thought?
Or am I just the dream of perceptions battles fought?
am I really here or am I really gone?
Am I just the basis of a perception gone wrong?
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