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Since last spring's misery I've found myself unable to write poetry or anything for that matter. Today, however, it came flooding out of me. I've written about thirty poems today and my mind is teeming with more lines I want to put to paper. The following poem is a collaboration, a meeting of poetic minds between Franklin and myself. We wrote this over coffee at village in and then talked about religion and the nature of life and death for hours. Its funny how people so different can have such fluid conversation. So here goes, its about the fall and salvation of Lucifer. It goes along with Franklin's story "A Mind in Collapse." It didn't start that way but thats ultimately where we went with it. I feel its necessary to leave it to speculation as to who wrote which lines, keeps it more interesting.
Lucifer's Redemption
Mindless, fearing the loss of precious feathers
he drops going to either light or woe
To be this terrified of Heaven's sun
he shrinks from the luminescent light
of grace most reviled
Horrid! Most Abhor'ed sight!
A hand through eye is seen
crushing the one who boasts his wings pristine
through sordid flight those feathers ruffled the yawning sea
and white wings through their bloody flight mock the soul
Suffer not a mockery of this disease
Suffer not the eyes of their disdain
Smile through the terror and suffer not this mockery
Cease to build in heaven's spite an eternal bane
or to thy hell's despair go with bravery
Go with laughter at those who regarded thee with spite
Bury them with all they gave unto thee
Bury them with shite
And if you cannot smile in the light
This disease shows not in the dark of night
Under starry dome, in the shadows these faces
are inconsequential
Those whose hatred burns a beam above their humanity
Cry themselves to sleep when darkness falls
Into filgaree and moonlight
Though wings are fetid, frail and full of holes
The moon's forgiveness smooths the skin and encourges feathers to grow
Burn bright! Burn bright pale moon!
Cover me like warm down in this world of violence and misery
The love of those born under, of and to the Sun
Is nowhere found in diamond dusted eve
The love of those born under, of and to the Moon
It is the healing air, so take it, breathe
This evil disease
That ate you from inside
Shook you to the core
Dissipates in starlight
You can fly now to Jupiter or Saturn's moons
The universe is yours
Free from the enemies of the soul
Free from those feeble emotions
So heavy they were, so heavy you could not breathe
Those creatures of the mind who always feel
Slain by hand and blade of Nocturn Deus
La morte de la mer
Below the sea
God's light shines not
Hide thy face, sweet midnight prince
Hide from Him but never hide from me
Though Heaven has light and love for all to see,
Still there is love for you eternally,
Here in this dark and still eternity
The universe is thy salvation and truth
Dark lover, Father, God's midnight progeny
See here in this starlit eternity
Thy empire
Yours to reign and rule over in blasphemy
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And now, some more of tonights flood of poetry.
The Demise of Rose (Inspired by William Blake's "The Sick Rose")
Rose, precious rose
with thy red glow
thy sweet essence
thy fragrance fills the heart
How sad it is then
that thee be an adornment for graves
of those taken too soon
How it fills the soul with sorrow
To see thee wilt
where the flesh rots away to bones
Thy fragrant air mingled
with the essence of death
Oh pretty rose
How you remind me of the blush
of my lover's cheek
His eyes close
As thy blooms wither
His grave you caress
where my fingers blessed
Black replaces red
His fingers closed round thee
And to his grave he takes
My love of thee, of him
and finally me
The Death of Midnights Children (inspired by our collaboration)
Lucifer is God's midnight child
conceived in the night
the darkness created
A seed of sorts
of every human flaw and darker emotion
It polluted his basic purity
Turning his heart to darkness
Like a thorn in his side
It grew and it grew
Slowly, it consumed him
God's progeny became then
Humanity's sin
He hates himself as much for this
As he hates God and men
therein may lie our ability to crush him
With the purest parts of humanity's and God's
creationist vision
We may shatter that tortured son
Ah but his sons, the seeds of most hateful humanity
Named War, Greed, Lust and Sin
Have lived on and died with the body's of men
Among us
Inside us
and below
goodnight dark prince
Chaos is thy grave
Purity's light
The soul's protected places
Do thy life destroy
Sweet Love Sweet (part 2, an act of contrition)
Sweet Love Sweet
Her frilly skirts will lift
with teenaged, green eyed need
She's not had a life
Or her father's love
She calls you Daddy or Master
whatever you please
Freud would delight at her paternal need
Through your mind she can fly
She can love
and she can die
In your arms she finds life's fervor
My sweet, she cries out
and you tie her down
until some other
with darker eyes
perhaps lighter spirits
with the same love for escapism, music and poetry
Comes to be her Father and her lover
I see profound sadness in those eyes I've only seen pictured
Now, instead of my old starry jealousy
I feel your wants
and why you hate so much
Now I feel only pity for you
This is my act of contrition
for all my jealous words
Have the life you deserve
Good night and good luck
Some of the ones I want to post deal with upsetting past matters and I'll keep those to myself. Maybe you'll see them someday.
P.S. Derek bear, I missed you so much today my heart hurt. You didn't answer the phone all day and if you got my note, you ignored it. That made me uber sad. I just wanted to hear your voice or have you hold me. *sniff* I'm still lonely and its 3 AM.
Lucifer's Redemption
Mindless, fearing the loss of precious feathers
he drops going to either light or woe
To be this terrified of Heaven's sun
he shrinks from the luminescent light
of grace most reviled
Horrid! Most Abhor'ed sight!
A hand through eye is seen
crushing the one who boasts his wings pristine
through sordid flight those feathers ruffled the yawning sea
and white wings through their bloody flight mock the soul
Suffer not a mockery of this disease
Suffer not the eyes of their disdain
Smile through the terror and suffer not this mockery
Cease to build in heaven's spite an eternal bane
or to thy hell's despair go with bravery
Go with laughter at those who regarded thee with spite
Bury them with all they gave unto thee
Bury them with shite
And if you cannot smile in the light
This disease shows not in the dark of night
Under starry dome, in the shadows these faces
are inconsequential
Those whose hatred burns a beam above their humanity
Cry themselves to sleep when darkness falls
Into filgaree and moonlight
Though wings are fetid, frail and full of holes
The moon's forgiveness smooths the skin and encourges feathers to grow
Burn bright! Burn bright pale moon!
Cover me like warm down in this world of violence and misery
The love of those born under, of and to the Sun
Is nowhere found in diamond dusted eve
The love of those born under, of and to the Moon
It is the healing air, so take it, breathe
This evil disease
That ate you from inside
Shook you to the core
Dissipates in starlight
You can fly now to Jupiter or Saturn's moons
The universe is yours
Free from the enemies of the soul
Free from those feeble emotions
So heavy they were, so heavy you could not breathe
Those creatures of the mind who always feel
Slain by hand and blade of Nocturn Deus
La morte de la mer
Below the sea
God's light shines not
Hide thy face, sweet midnight prince
Hide from Him but never hide from me
Though Heaven has light and love for all to see,
Still there is love for you eternally,
Here in this dark and still eternity
The universe is thy salvation and truth
Dark lover, Father, God's midnight progeny
See here in this starlit eternity
Thy empire
Yours to reign and rule over in blasphemy
------------------------------------------------
And now, some more of tonights flood of poetry.
The Demise of Rose (Inspired by William Blake's "The Sick Rose")
Rose, precious rose
with thy red glow
thy sweet essence
thy fragrance fills the heart
How sad it is then
that thee be an adornment for graves
of those taken too soon
How it fills the soul with sorrow
To see thee wilt
where the flesh rots away to bones
Thy fragrant air mingled
with the essence of death
Oh pretty rose
How you remind me of the blush
of my lover's cheek
His eyes close
As thy blooms wither
His grave you caress
where my fingers blessed
Black replaces red
His fingers closed round thee
And to his grave he takes
My love of thee, of him
and finally me
The Death of Midnights Children (inspired by our collaboration)
Lucifer is God's midnight child
conceived in the night
the darkness created
A seed of sorts
of every human flaw and darker emotion
It polluted his basic purity
Turning his heart to darkness
Like a thorn in his side
It grew and it grew
Slowly, it consumed him
God's progeny became then
Humanity's sin
He hates himself as much for this
As he hates God and men
therein may lie our ability to crush him
With the purest parts of humanity's and God's
creationist vision
We may shatter that tortured son
Ah but his sons, the seeds of most hateful humanity
Named War, Greed, Lust and Sin
Have lived on and died with the body's of men
Among us
Inside us
and below
goodnight dark prince
Chaos is thy grave
Purity's light
The soul's protected places
Do thy life destroy
Sweet Love Sweet (part 2, an act of contrition)
Sweet Love Sweet
Her frilly skirts will lift
with teenaged, green eyed need
She's not had a life
Or her father's love
She calls you Daddy or Master
whatever you please
Freud would delight at her paternal need
Through your mind she can fly
She can love
and she can die
In your arms she finds life's fervor
My sweet, she cries out
and you tie her down
until some other
with darker eyes
perhaps lighter spirits
with the same love for escapism, music and poetry
Comes to be her Father and her lover
I see profound sadness in those eyes I've only seen pictured
Now, instead of my old starry jealousy
I feel your wants
and why you hate so much
Now I feel only pity for you
This is my act of contrition
for all my jealous words
Have the life you deserve
Good night and good luck
Some of the ones I want to post deal with upsetting past matters and I'll keep those to myself. Maybe you'll see them someday.
P.S. Derek bear, I missed you so much today my heart hurt. You didn't answer the phone all day and if you got my note, you ignored it. That made me uber sad. I just wanted to hear your voice or have you hold me. *sniff* I'm still lonely and its 3 AM.