For you- a poem in four jokes by Nminuspi, literature
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For you- a poem in four jokes
For you-
I'd set a torch to all the cities of the world
And burn them until only ashes remain
But I'd rather not have to, because a lot of my stuff is in a city, and most of the people I care about, too.
For you-
I'd pick the world bare of flowers
And pile them at your feet.
But, if you could live without it, that'd be awesome, because..allergies, you know?
For you-
I'd climb to heaven and wrestle the angels and God himself
And take their stuff to build you a palace
But only metaphorically, because neither of us are really the religious type
For you-
I'd give everything, my life, my soul, my heart
And call it a bargain if all I
Bebop fever dream summer,
showers of notes fall like a summer storm
drops of transient whimsey like rain, hammering
on the floor of the empty, seared white desert.
And in the heat, fey madness seeping in through every pore
to transmute my soul, i dream of you.
Oh, my angel.
A cherubim thou wast, a princess of radient Faery also.
Though all beauty is ephemeral, you, the joy
and the delight of my soul made manifest
shall never fade, but delight, forever and for always.
Dance with me, my fairy bride,
amidst a glade of looming trees and Whitman grass
and the decadent excess of the hungry, enraptured flesh.
I will sing the tune, you
A field of white roses, glowing at midnight
Like infant moons soft in earthly repose
Delicately, I pluck a single sweet bloom
Holding it forth with a trembling hand
And, placing it into your shimmering black hair
Return a young goddess to her midnight throne.
Shellharbour Beach, midnight by Nminuspi, literature
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Shellharbour Beach, midnight
Stone and seafoam and steel and fire
I lay beside the sea, prone to the stars
Ziggy Stardust crooned his lamenting hymnal
Each word dripping into my ears
Sweet and thick as honey, dark and rich as wine
The hunter wheeled above me, Orion and his
Companions, turning turning in their endless march
Each point of light a votive taper
Burning slow and steady, in the endless cathedral
Of the night unbroken.
Sun burns down, hills and valleys
Shrinking, shrivelling, searing in the heat
The hills sweat madness
Rising like a heat haze and filling
The vast echoing spaces of the empty,
Heartless country.
Burned, dead trees stand proud
Pointing defiant fingers in accusation
At a cloudless sky
Empty and unyielding as the wrath of God.
I have such ears for the music of darkness.
As I see the woman hunched at the tram stop,
Pushing the needle, pumping death into her heartblood
I can hear the stirring of the strings,
A miserable overture to a rapturous death.
I can feel the vibrations of this song within me.
As I see the tanks rolling, and the sky open
To rain down forty days and nights of fire
I can hear the keening of the martial brass
Horns awake a death-knell for a sad and loveless world.
I open my ears to the melancholy dirge.
As I see my friends drowning in the darkness within
Their muted cries for help from the bottle's depths
I hear the delicate caress of
Unheeded, unheralded, unloved and alone
The saddest of fools sits upon his poor throne.
But looking in close, there's a light in his eye
And a smile on his face, it's knowing and wry.
The sad fool is a wise man, he's using his brain
He knows that to live is to want and feel pain.
He may be quite foolish, clad in rags and regrets
But are you the wiser? I'd not place your bets.
For a fool's eyes are open, though they may shine with tears
He's seen through the darkness of your sadness and fears.
I am the same fool, and now you know who
Though I weep in my sadness, it's from pity for you.
Daybreak in the land of reality
Little clockwork birds of logic
Fly towards the rising sun
The blazing orb of blinding reason.
Daybreak in the land of reality
I lie asleep in an unreal bed
Walking in the lands surreal
The dreamscape of distorted glory
Daybreak in the land of reality
I walk the geometric streets
As rain falls down; I inhabit
The spaces between the raindrops.
Now I have seen the name
Written upon the heart of creation.
That name is yours, that name is mine
I have seen it writ
Blazoned in the light eternal
On the very stuff of substance
And the warp and weave of time.
I have seen the name and now
May hold courteous converse with creation
Plumb the deepest secrets of undreamed times
And the yet-unseen lights of everywhere.
Now I have seen the name
Written upon the heart of creation
That name is yours, that name is mine
That name is love and madness.
For you- a poem in four jokes by Nminuspi, literature
Literature
For you- a poem in four jokes
For you-
I'd set a torch to all the cities of the world
And burn them until only ashes remain
But I'd rather not have to, because a lot of my stuff is in a city, and most of the people I care about, too.
For you-
I'd pick the world bare of flowers
And pile them at your feet.
But, if you could live without it, that'd be awesome, because..allergies, you know?
For you-
I'd climb to heaven and wrestle the angels and God himself
And take their stuff to build you a palace
But only metaphorically, because neither of us are really the religious type
For you-
I'd give everything, my life, my soul, my heart
And call it a bargain if all I
Bebop fever dream summer,
showers of notes fall like a summer storm
drops of transient whimsey like rain, hammering
on the floor of the empty, seared white desert.
And in the heat, fey madness seeping in through every pore
to transmute my soul, i dream of you.
Oh, my angel.
A cherubim thou wast, a princess of radient Faery also.
Though all beauty is ephemeral, you, the joy
and the delight of my soul made manifest
shall never fade, but delight, forever and for always.
Dance with me, my fairy bride,
amidst a glade of looming trees and Whitman grass
and the decadent excess of the hungry, enraptured flesh.
I will sing the tune, you
The Nightmare City
I trod down a silvered staircase,
Where candles lit the path,
To the very gates of slumber,
And an e'er blazing hearth,
The gate stood wide afore me,
The ways revealed there,
I chose the road which lead to,
The precipice of nightmare
Through midnight mounts I wandered,
A grim fiend-haunted scene,
In twilight hours I wondered,
On the darker side of dream,
'Til at long last I came to,
A balustrade cliff,
And espied that fallen Eden,
From nightmares precipice
A thousand ebon towers,
Soar above that sable den,
A black sorcerous eye glowers,
Over shadowed street and then,
Into my very soul it looked,
And la
Fireangel
She is the formless desire,
enthroned on creeping mists,
she is the ebon fire,
whom on raven's wings doth tryst
She is the nightmist's walker,
Flitting o'er darkened field and glen,
She is celestial Venus,
Both the Bayne and joy of men
She is the earth's dark mother,
The Aurora to my Apollo,
She is my hearts desire,
Who makes all things seem hollow,
King Arthur's chalice sacré
Lies within her lily-white thighs
And the angelic revelations,
In the fire of her eyes
She wears the Raven's wings
Of the angel of love's fire
She is the one who holds my soul
My heart's one true desire.
I Have Walked on Lunar Pathway by Nminuspi, literature
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I Have Walked on Lunar Pathway
I Have Walked on Lunar Pathways
I have walked on lunar pathways,
That trace o'er the vaults of heaven,
I have gazed upon a countenance,
Like a glimpse of fallen Eden,
I have felt the ancient powers,
That dwell between the worlds,
I have gazed into the ladies eyes,
And beheld the moon of pearl,
But by the powers of the moon-Goddess,
I never hoped to see,
A fair and radiant maiden,
As beauteous as she.
Entwined, on the edge of whats by Nminuspi, literature
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Entwined, on the edge of whats
Entwined, on the edge of whats real
I came to you in the,
Souls dark night,
And you held close to me
As I pulled you up to the light,
I won you from the fire,
Of the knife's embrace,
You filled me with desire,
By the beauty of your unseen face,
You rent the innocence,
From within me,
With your subtle dominance,
And tore all the trust I had in thee,
I had dwelling inside,
Yet despite it all I loved,
You with a power banefully true,
And as you plunged into the shadow,
I steeled myself and followed you
I chased down you throughout,
The darkest recesses of your self
And held you when you wounded lay,
At the edges of your men
12th July, 2001
My dreams have been troubled of late. The past, the [present, and a myriad of possible futures have intersected within them, not all at angles the mind can accept. I have elected to keep a journal of these dreams, as I feel that they are a…a warning of dire things. Prophetic if you will. My dream last night was very clear. It was of that singular night in a New Jersey warehouse ten years ago, that last night of Marcus and mine investigation into the Silver Hand cult. I remember it well, but what my dream showed was very different.
It was the book. I remember we destroyed it after one look inside, we simply destroyed it. As i
Consequence
With tears of pain,
I washed your face,
With cries of grief,
I prepared your shell,
With heavy heart,
I nailed your coffin,
With fists of rage,
I sent you to hell.
Gossamer-winged Angel
Above the roaring crowd she floats,
On spider-silk's thin fine web,
And drifts upon the wandering winds,
Floats she, split-thighed and rayven-winged
On the north-wind's pallid roar she comes,
And bears my heart aloft, pierced with
Exquisite agonies,
As I wield the master's rod
As the flesh transcends ecstatic,
My soul is borne to the deeps,
And my veins pour forth their waters
As my corpse-pale angel, my
Gossamer-winged angel,
Falls slowly to the earth
The Coming of the Raven
The raven always comes in the dark.
It comes in the dark, at the time when you cannot face it anymore. When the broken mirror through which you perceive reality falls away into the void. When you can no longer see straight. When nothing makes sense, and the surreal is all that is real. Then it comes, its sable wings blending with the darkness that surrounds you. It comes and circles over the field of death that was once life. It circles over the battlefield, and feasts on the corpses that your life has left in its wake.
It follows,
down,
down,
down
that spiral. It dares you to take another step down the sp
I wish her everything and more in the wonderfully, beautiful after life.
May her sky always be blue, her clouds fluffy and white;
May she never again feel pain, loss, or strife.
That is ours alone to bear, but to see her beautiful smile of pure and utter joy, oh! What a sight.
May she never again experience the pangs of heartache for those she cares for,
Because we will meet up again, one day in the pure, white paradise.
I will always remember how she told me that though 'God' may shut the door,
He always opens a window, just in case. He takes no chances, no rolling of a pair of the fate deciding dice.
We love you Kelly, and we miss y
A field of white roses, glowing at midnight
Like infant moons soft in earthly repose
Delicately, I pluck a single sweet bloom
Holding it forth with a trembling hand
And, placing it into your shimmering black hair
Return a young goddess to her midnight throne.
Current Residence: My current residence is the city of Melbourne, in the Commonwealth of Australia Favourite genre of music: Your mother? Favourite photographer: Your mother? Favourite style of art: Your father? Operating System: Your sister? MP3 player of choice: Your great-aunt? Shell of choice: Your second cousin? Wallpaper of choice: Your niece? Skin of choice: Your mother? Favourite cartoon character: Your sister-in-law? Personal Quote: Your son?
I don't post here much anymore.
I haven't written anything in forever.
My brain is broken. There's too much going on inside it.
Skywater descends from heaven, and I am moistened.
Seeping in through the holey sole, trench foot sets in.
Inch by inch and cell by cell, gangrenous abnegation.
A factory of wank, crumbling from within amidst the rain.
Yeah.
definately broken.
Olive branches are better to those who like olives. Virtual olive branches are better for those who aren't terminally flakey about replying to things online.
I've been. Busy. Up and down. Too much to be condensed into a pithy and not entirely boring answer. How about you?