Anthony
Refugee
I've been working up my courage for ages now to post a few of my attempts here, so if you have a few minutes to spare, please do have a read and tell me what you think. Thanks.
THISTLES
If you could bend the light
towards this bloody thistle,
I would believe.
If you embraced the thistle
with your blinding shell, and
twist its jagged edges into
a cunning curl.
If you swallow the poison
from its terrible tongue, and
crucify yourself again on
its thorny crown.
If you could
I would
Believe.
CHOCOLATE CHARM
The woman had an
unrequited gaze about her,
she smiled with a warm
light that could've been
trapped in a heart of mirros,
as she fed chocolate to his
indifferent mouth.
The man had an
unrequited gaze about him,
he looked the other way
with an indifferent mask of
affection that could've been buried
in the tomb of mirrors,
as she fed chocolate to his
indifferent mouth.
She kept feeding him until
the mirrors cracked.
UNREQUITED
The mind is an instrument of pain,
echoing your touch
that burned against my skin:
echoing your words across
the corridors of
Past times and buried moments; enough to-
-twist a memory to a tortured instant,
Simply burning for your touch.
What an empty darkness
envelopes the heart's fire,
What memories turn wishes into
Pain's pleasure.
Unrequited-
Is what we could've had
And will never have.
THE FLIGHT
The light flutter of wings
in the sheets of the Night,
like hand ripples across a
Forbidden landscape;
see the butterfly soar.
Twist in the cocoon
and writhe in the heat,
the flight of the butterfly
wrrupts like an explosion
in the night;
clenched fists and wrought
wrists won't contain it.
The mountains are moving
across the Forbidden landscape,
as they follow his flight;
See the butterfly soar!
WHEN MAN LOSES FAITH
Oh Protagoras!
How your words ring true,
when my blood touched the stone
away did my doubt flew.
There are 91 steps on each
face,
on the pseudo-pyramid that is square-
based;
each step containing a layer of the
Maya's fire,
of the wisdom and the knowledge
that I admire.
In a garden of geometric poetry and lavish art,
the faith in Chac's mercy and Kukulkan's heart,
inspired the highest grace of your kingdom's divinity
never forgetting Time's infinity.
Yet, why did Ahalpu and Ahalgana
did their nature manifest,
and destruction and chaos strike
a knife in your breast?
How high were your monuments, your pride how tall?
And yet how tragic was your greatest fall?
As tragic as the most depressing tale by Euripedes,
or so it seems,
as seen when the device of deus ex machina coarsed through
his dreams.
When deus ex machina destoyed your faith;
your temples crumbled, beauty whithered
and verse destroyed,
you lost the meaning behind the complexity
of the canamyte's pattern.
When Euripedes' ink described Gods turning into destoyers of faith.
When a man's meat became his own poison;
Euripedes fell in Protagoras' shadow.
Truly, Itzaes of the Soul,
Man is the measure of all things.
LOSING MY OWN FAITH
Oh treacherous sand-storms;
take away my mind, blow away the
impurities polluting in parasitical existence,
yet never pound away my fiath
through tempests of erosion.
Tear my wretched vessel of flesh apart,
set it on fire, twist my veins
and break my fragile heart,
yet let my faith stay intact.
If I would lose my faith
the sun would never rise,
the heat would only stay during winter,
my eyes would never see the light of day;
Nor the gleem of bliss in another
person's eye.
With my own faith,
let me live.
SEEING YOU
Before
seeing you, My eyes anticipates the sign
of your face in the horizon of the
mundane; Inspired by the promise of
Requitement.
After
seeing you, There is a sudden emptiness,
buried in the depth of my mind,
which comes because we've departed to our own
Separate Ways.
After the Before,
and Before the After;
there is only seeing.
LOOKING FOR SOMETHING
Everybodys looking for something.
From answers to questions
About our identity,
Fidelity,
Existence and
Depth,
To the truth behind
False religion.
Second rate dramatists
Posing as the monarchy,
Toe-suckers and hand kissers
Search for new flesh
In politics' rabbit hole,
Everybody wants completion
And hopes of finding it through
obsessions with the senses,
Penetrating bodies,
Drowning in alcohol,
Blasting nerves,
Shooting acid through bones and organs,
And contaminating through
Eternal attraction to valued paper.
Yet no one finds completion.
Everybody's looking for something,
Except that everybody knows not what.
[This message has been edited by Anthony (edited 04-07-2002).]
THISTLES
If you could bend the light
towards this bloody thistle,
I would believe.
If you embraced the thistle
with your blinding shell, and
twist its jagged edges into
a cunning curl.
If you swallow the poison
from its terrible tongue, and
crucify yourself again on
its thorny crown.
If you could
I would
Believe.
CHOCOLATE CHARM
The woman had an
unrequited gaze about her,
she smiled with a warm
light that could've been
trapped in a heart of mirros,
as she fed chocolate to his
indifferent mouth.
The man had an
unrequited gaze about him,
he looked the other way
with an indifferent mask of
affection that could've been buried
in the tomb of mirrors,
as she fed chocolate to his
indifferent mouth.
She kept feeding him until
the mirrors cracked.
UNREQUITED
The mind is an instrument of pain,
echoing your touch
that burned against my skin:
echoing your words across
the corridors of
Past times and buried moments; enough to-
-twist a memory to a tortured instant,
Simply burning for your touch.
What an empty darkness
envelopes the heart's fire,
What memories turn wishes into
Pain's pleasure.
Unrequited-
Is what we could've had
And will never have.
THE FLIGHT
The light flutter of wings
in the sheets of the Night,
like hand ripples across a
Forbidden landscape;
see the butterfly soar.
Twist in the cocoon
and writhe in the heat,
the flight of the butterfly
wrrupts like an explosion
in the night;
clenched fists and wrought
wrists won't contain it.
The mountains are moving
across the Forbidden landscape,
as they follow his flight;
See the butterfly soar!
WHEN MAN LOSES FAITH
Oh Protagoras!
How your words ring true,
when my blood touched the stone
away did my doubt flew.
There are 91 steps on each
face,
on the pseudo-pyramid that is square-
based;
each step containing a layer of the
Maya's fire,
of the wisdom and the knowledge
that I admire.
In a garden of geometric poetry and lavish art,
the faith in Chac's mercy and Kukulkan's heart,
inspired the highest grace of your kingdom's divinity
never forgetting Time's infinity.
Yet, why did Ahalpu and Ahalgana
did their nature manifest,
and destruction and chaos strike
a knife in your breast?
How high were your monuments, your pride how tall?
And yet how tragic was your greatest fall?
As tragic as the most depressing tale by Euripedes,
or so it seems,
as seen when the device of deus ex machina coarsed through
his dreams.
When deus ex machina destoyed your faith;
your temples crumbled, beauty whithered
and verse destroyed,
you lost the meaning behind the complexity
of the canamyte's pattern.
When Euripedes' ink described Gods turning into destoyers of faith.
When a man's meat became his own poison;
Euripedes fell in Protagoras' shadow.
Truly, Itzaes of the Soul,
Man is the measure of all things.
LOSING MY OWN FAITH
Oh treacherous sand-storms;
take away my mind, blow away the
impurities polluting in parasitical existence,
yet never pound away my fiath
through tempests of erosion.
Tear my wretched vessel of flesh apart,
set it on fire, twist my veins
and break my fragile heart,
yet let my faith stay intact.
If I would lose my faith
the sun would never rise,
the heat would only stay during winter,
my eyes would never see the light of day;
Nor the gleem of bliss in another
person's eye.
With my own faith,
let me live.
SEEING YOU
Before
seeing you, My eyes anticipates the sign
of your face in the horizon of the
mundane; Inspired by the promise of
Requitement.
After
seeing you, There is a sudden emptiness,
buried in the depth of my mind,
which comes because we've departed to our own
Separate Ways.
After the Before,
and Before the After;
there is only seeing.
LOOKING FOR SOMETHING
Everybodys looking for something.
From answers to questions
About our identity,
Fidelity,
Existence and
Depth,
To the truth behind
False religion.
Second rate dramatists
Posing as the monarchy,
Toe-suckers and hand kissers
Search for new flesh
In politics' rabbit hole,
Everybody wants completion
And hopes of finding it through
obsessions with the senses,
Penetrating bodies,
Drowning in alcohol,
Blasting nerves,
Shooting acid through bones and organs,
And contaminating through
Eternal attraction to valued paper.
Yet no one finds completion.
Everybody's looking for something,
Except that everybody knows not what.
[This message has been edited by Anthony (edited 04-07-2002).]
