A poison tree

 

 

Blake A Poison Tree (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

 

And I watered it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.

 

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine.
And he knew that it was mine,

 

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

 

-Blake

 

One last breath

One last breath and it’s the end.
One last breath and I won’t see you again.
One last breath my dear, I’m nearing my end.
You tell me not to leave, but I have no choice.

I cannot do anything anymore. I look at you. You look at me. You say “I love you”, “I love you too”. “Please don’t go”, but I have to now. I’m sorry my dear, for leaving so soon. I’m sorry my dear as I take one last look at the moon tears streaming down your face now,

I do not want to do this to you, but I cannot control it. 11:58pm as I say my last goodbye. 11:59 as you begin to cry.

I say “I love you, and we will meet again someday”. You say you will never forget me from this day on.

I drift off to sleep. A sleep of which I will never awaken. You scream out at the top of your lungs, “NO DON’T LEAVE ME!” as people look in but don’t dare to walk in.

But it is too late as I have begun my end. The clock strikes 12, I take my last breath. As my heart stops, yours starts to race.

You cannot believe this is happening right here in this place. One last breath I took somewhere, somehow, but I will always be with you as I am right now.

As I look down upon you at a sight I hoped to never see. There I lie, there you cry helplessly. One last breath I took but it’s not quite goodbye.

One Last Breath and that’s the END.

– Meghan

As of sin

Thy wicked beauty haunts me
When dreams of thee I dream
Revealing truths of midnight
And all that lies within

The nightly tempest is thee
From the shadowy dusk
With ember eyes of fire
And a heart of sin

“….Dream with me as I dreamt of thee
During ancient times and those to come
Feel the pleasures of thee in my dreams
As of thee, as of sin….”

Thy whispers in the forest dark
Stalks me through the night
Of passion and of dreaming
Thy answer waits for me

Meetings under moons so full
Their light is thy seal
Combined with sinners glory
I am waiting just for thee

Mistress of one thousand years
Which I all have dreamt
Thy vision is now crystal clear
And my soul is bound

I wait for thee, when thee call
And call thee will, I know
When dawn is following the dusk
We sleep beneath the frozen ground

– Siebenburgen

The chain of command

Imagine each day begins with love

spiritual messages from above

transcending mists unknown

emerge where winds have blown

swallow up this gift of deity, humbleness, devout propriety

convey to others less endowed, unmask the veil, a so-called shroud

rewards await, be rest assured, ascend my loves, your prayers are heard

The falcon wings traces back its trail

and the chain linking it to the cycle of life

the predator and its prey, like no other i must say

one for its life and the other for its appetite

The eyes in the sapphire sky looking down at the variety

amazed at each swoop from its flight to find the flexibility in its prey

one for the sport and one for the kill..

neither of which ever stay brave.. none stay still.

It’s either the enthusiasm of the hunt or something priory encrypted

in its genes to know what is its to take and what is a mirage to its taste

perhaps the command to know its own impulse

and yet the same apply towards its feast.. and the nature decides the innocent and the beast

The invisible trails that link one life to another

the chain that calls upon its duty towards each sapien

and at the top it’s that mammal that nurtured us all

in the end the chain of command even links the true to the false

The love yet we feel from that condescending celestial song

that rings and gives us hope showing the inevitability in our actions

The actions may detour us from our path and yet they must ascend

there is no other way on this path of order.. as chaos is too fine to trend.

Can you hear the Devils Laughing

 

i dreamt i hoped and desired what was us
buw how sadness and anger spurned the spirit of light
eons divide us in spirit and mind
what i thought we once had, is now spoiled and confined
mediocre words full of condescending love?
i hear devils that laugh from the heavens above
we piss on benevolence and we ponder in hate
but refuse to acknowledge that the urine tastes great

the silence absorbs any feelings of hope
all the tears that are shed make desire implode
so fearless we walk to damnation ahead
where passion once burned, we lay vanquished and dead
the feeling of love untouched by decline
is now carved in my flesh and revised by the blind
pathetic and wilted we persist to believe
that compassion will rise and redeem the deceived

 

-Ordo Rosarius Equilibrio