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In darkened glen where shadows like
Willows weep and ravens spy

Wind whipped branches lash and spike
under baleful moon and frosty sky

Darkness thick doth not subside
dank and dreary sorrows bride

And came the rain which brought despair
To which grey clouds could not compare

The silence thundered about the sky
as a forgotten thought, again, passed by

That place is not my own i am the bright isis
every little seed you sow so that they may grow
come now little seedling and feed on my light
the orchard is ready the timing is right

And bear sweet fruit for the bride of dawn
Whose black lace veil is softly drawn
Across a face, delicate pale, gently fine
And blush her cheeks long swept with brine

Though may your patience rise and fall
While with enemies we brawl
Dark complexities will spawn
And sabotage my hopes come dawn

Throwing dirt into sterile holes
Abandoned by our vacant souls
Empty words fill the empty space
Seeping out from your tongueless taste

Yet I will not give up so fast
So that this memory will last
Subversion is quite bittersweet
Yonder comes so that we shall meet

Like light reflecting through a prism
Our thoughts are stray but full of wisdom
Our present past is dying slow
As above, so below

As the thunders crash and virgins weep,
Your fragile voice can not disturb the sleep,
of the masses crawling through the night,
Blindly searching for what is right.

Beneath our steps lie gaia's voice
Seduction such a viable choice
Come back to which we know the best
The Beast which lies upon the breast

Though spirit’s wander through realms, dim.
Their darkest days growing thin.
We shall battle through the night
And seek out, dawns early light.

And from my cave I step on out,
In skies that flash and winds that shout,
"Go back, go back, you silly knave,
A dying world you cannot save" . . .

In swirling mist and scattered light
Lie secrets I hide but refuse to fight
Sheltered in Love's darkened room
A fortress drawn in spite of doom

Into dampened old tomb I proceed
Climbing into my coffin and bleed
Bleed I for the masters and lasses
A stigmata martyr for the masses

"You are not who you are" a voice booms,
I run alone through empty musty rooms,
searching in vain for someone to feel,
to know me and reassure me that I am real.

These dark fleeting thoughts echo space
As lost memories paint my face
Reverberating hope entwined
Chained in desire within my mind

[edit on 13-3-2009 by N3krostatic]

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In darkened glen where shadows like
Willows weep and ravens spy

Wind whipped branches lash and spike
under baleful moon and frosty sky

Darkness thick doth not subside
dank and dreary sorrows bride

And came the rain which brought despair
To which grey clouds could not compare

The silence thundered about the sky
as a forgotten thought, again, passed by

That place is not my own i am the bright isis
every little seed you sow so that they may grow
come now little seedling and feed on my light
the orchard is ready the timing is right

And bear sweet fruit for the bride of dawn
Whose black lace veil is softly drawn
Across a face, delicate pale, gently fine
And blush her cheeks long swept with brine

Though may your patience rise and fall
While with enemies we brawl
Dark complexities will spawn
And sabotage my hopes come dawn

Throwing dirt into sterile holes
Abandoned by our vacant souls
Empty words fill the empty space
Seeping out from your tongueless taste

Yet I will not give up so fast
So that this memory will last
Subversion is quite bittersweet
Yonder comes so that we shall meet

Like light reflecting through a prism
Our thoughts are stray but full of wisdom
Our present past is dying slow
As above, so below

As the thunders crash and virgins weep,
Your fragile voice can not disturb the sleep,
of the masses crawling through the night,
Blindly searching for what is right.

Beneath our steps lie gaia's voice
Seduction such a viable choice
Come back to which we know the best
The Beast which lies upon the breast

Though spirit’s wander through realms, dim.
Their darkest days growing thin.
We shall battle through the night
And seek out, dawns early light.

And from my cave I step on out,
In skies that flash and winds that shout,
"Go back, go back, you silly knave,
A dying world you cannot save" . . .

In swirling mist and scattered light
Lie secrets I hide but refuse to fight
Sheltered in Love's darkened room
A fortress drawn in spite of doom

Into dampened old tomb I proceed
Climbing into my coffin and bleed
Bleed I for the masters and lasses
A stigmata martyr for the masses

"You are not who you are" a voice booms,
I run alone through empty musty rooms,
searching in vain for someone to feel,
to know me and reassure me that I am real.

These dark fleeting thoughts echo space
As lost memories paint my face
Reverberating hope entwined
Chained in desire within my mind

The withered hand of death did reach
her heart is all he doth beseech
not love nor kindness nor days of old
he hungers and lusts for her very soul

In darkened glen where shadows like
Willows weep and ravens spy

Wind whipped branches lash and spike
under baleful moon and frosty sky

Darkness thick doth not subside
dank and dreary sorrows bride

And came the rain which brought despair
To which grey clouds could not compare

The silence thundered about the sky
as a forgotten thought, again, passed by

That place is not my own i am the bright isis
every little seed you sow so that they may grow
come now little seedling and feed on my light
the orchard is ready the timing is right

And bear sweet fruit for the bride of dawn
Whose black lace veil is softly drawn
Across a face, delicate pale, gently fine
And blush her cheeks long swept with brine

Though may your patience rise and fall
While with enemies we brawl
Dark complexities will spawn
And sabotage my hopes come dawn

Throwing dirt into sterile holes
Abandoned by our vacant souls
Empty words fill the empty space
Seeping out from your tongueless taste

Yet I will not give up so fast
So that this memory will last
Subversion is quite bittersweet
Yonder comes so that we shall meet

Like light reflecting through a prism
Our thoughts are stray but full of wisdom
Our present past is dying slow
As above, so below

As the thunders crash and virgins weep,
Your fragile voice can not disturb the sleep,
of the masses crawling through the night,
Blindly searching for what is right.

Beneath our steps lie gaia's voice
Seduction such a viable choice
Come back to which we know the best
The Beast which lies upon the breast

Though spirit’s wander through realms, dim.
Their darkest days growing thin.
We shall battle through the night
And seek out, dawns early light.

And from my cave I step on out,
In skies that flash and winds that shout,
"Go back, go back, you silly knave,
A dying world you cannot save" . . .

In swirling mist and scattered light
Lie secrets I hide but refuse to fight
Sheltered in Love's darkened room
A fortress drawn in spite of doom

Into dampened old tomb I proceed
Climbing into my coffin and bleed
Bleed I for the masters and lasses
A stigmata martyr for the masses

"You are not who you are" a voice booms,
I run alone through empty musty rooms,
searching in vain for someone to feel,
to know me and reassure me that I am real.

These dark fleeting thoughts echo space
As lost memories paint my face
Reverberating hope entwined
Chained in desire within my mind

The withered hand of death did reach
her heart is all he doth beseech
not love nor kindness nor days of old
he hungers and lusts for her very soul

The soul that saves, that gives, that takes
Also tears apart and breaks
All that was forever gone
A new beginning a bright new dawn

In darkened glen where shadows like
Willows weep and ravens spy

Wind whipped branches lash and spike
under baleful moon and frosty sky

Darkness thick doth not subside
dank and dreary sorrows bride

And came the rain which brought despair
To which grey clouds could not compare

The silence thundered about the sky
as a forgotten thought, again, passed by

That place is not my own i am the bright isis
every little seed you sow so that they may grow
come now little seedling and feed on my light
the orchard is ready the timing is right

And bear sweet fruit for the bride of dawn
Whose black lace veil is softly drawn
Across a face, delicate pale, gently fine
And blush her cheeks long swept with brine

Though may your patience rise and fall
While with enemies we brawl
Dark complexities will spawn
And sabotage my hopes come dawn

Throwing dirt into sterile holes
Abandoned by our vacant souls
Empty words fill the empty space
Seeping out from your tongueless taste

Yet I will not give up so fast
So that this memory will last
Subversion is quite bittersweet
Yonder comes so that we shall meet

Like light reflecting through a prism
Our thoughts are stray but full of wisdom
Our present past is dying slow
As above, so below

As the thunders crash and virgins weep,
Your fragile voice can not disturb the sleep,
of the masses crawling through the night,
Blindly searching for what is right.

Beneath our steps lie gaia's voice
Seduction such a viable choice
Come back to which we know the best
The Beast which lies upon the breast

Though spirit’s wander through realms, dim.
Their darkest days growing thin.
We shall battle through the night
And seek out, dawns early light.

And from my cave I step on out,
In skies that flash and winds that shout,
"Go back, go back, you silly knave,
A dying world you cannot save" . . .

In swirling mist and scattered light
Lie secrets I hide but refuse to fight
Sheltered in Love's darkened room
A fortress drawn in spite of doom

Into dampened old tomb I proceed
Climbing into my coffin and bleed
Bleed I for the masters and lasses
A stigmata martyr for the masses

"You are not who you are" a voice booms,
I run alone through empty musty rooms,
searching in vain for someone to feel,
to know me and reassure me that I am real.

These dark fleeting thoughts echo space
As lost memories paint my face
Reverberating hope entwined
Chained in desire within my mind

The withered hand of death did reach
her heart is all he doth beseech
not love nor kindness nor days of old
he hungers and lusts for her very soul

The soul that saves, that gives, that takes
Also tears apart and breaks
All that was forever gone
A new beginning a bright new dawn

Bursting forth through darkened snare
the golden rays like angels hair
streaming forth to light the path
shattered blades of deadly wrath

(poem break for the sake of brevity in posting. With verse by Greenize)

Bursting forth through darkened snare
the golden rays like angels hair
streaming forth to light the path
shattered blades of deadly wrath

To the air a thunder all my own
And cast off chains too quietly grown
Release and freedom for me, I fly
More precious a price if never to try


[edit on 14-3-2009 by TravelerintheDark]

That was fun, thank you for starting that!! I think that it turned out very well!! Again, thank you for allowing us to share in creating that! Some wonderful writing in there!

reply to post by Greenize


Please, feel free to continue. I only broke it since it was getting rather long and worried that it might become a problem. I'd like to see it keep going if people wish to keep going with it. I've enjoyed watching it grow
Or a fresh start if anyone would like to take a shot.


[edit on 14-3-2009 by TravelerintheDark]

reply to post by TravelerintheDark


To the air a thunder all my own
And cast off chains too quietly grown
Release and freedom for me, I fly
More precious a price if never to try

Spread my wings and don't look down
Lest I lose my faith and fall to the ground
Fly as high as I'll let myself get
I won't come down, I'm not ready yet


- Carrot

Did anyone else notice something unusual that happened? At 11:06 I posted the following additional verse:

Originally posted by Supercertari
Though spirit’s wander through realms, dim.
Their darkest days growing thin.
We shall battle through the night
And seek out, dawns early light.

A voice to hear, a wound to see,
Cold rock beckons to gathering glee.
Quickened souls set forth the cry,
He is not there, he did not die.

Almost simulateneously, at 11:07, Seige posted the following alternate verse:

Originally posted by SIEGE
Though spirit’s wander through realms, dim.
Their darkest days growing thin.
We shall battle through the night
And seek out, dawns early light.

And from my cave I step on out,
In skies that flash and winds that shout,
"Go back, go back, you silly knave,
A dying world you cannot save" . . .

My verse got lost in what followed, as Seige's was the apparently latest addition, but that's not what's unusual, (neither is this a complaint). What I think is unusual is that the two verses Seige and I offered are not entirely different. And I can say I very much had a cave in mind, a particular one from whence someOne unexpectedly stepped to be greeted by an acclamation.

reply to post by Supercertari


That's cool...

That's a potentially interesting observation Supercertari. Perhaps if there's interest there could be a Poetry Web Discussion thread?

A huge thanks to everyone who's contributed so far. This has been a really enjoyable experience for me. And now, back to the poetry with Carrot's wonderful submission above

Originally posted by MemoryShock
reply to post by Supercertari

 

That's cool...

Member edit for one line posts ...
please read

[edit on 14-3-2009 by seagrass]

Spread my wings and don't look down
Lest I lose my faith and fall to the ground
Fly as high as I'll let myself get
I won't come down, I'm not ready yet

Gliding in trust above the rest
Destiny and faith shall past the test
I feel the windy current against my face
As I am pointed toward my rightful place


[edit on 14-3-2009 by seagrass]

Spread my wings and don't look down
Lest I lose my faith and fall to the ground
Fly as high as I'll let myself get
I won't come down, I'm not ready yet

Gliding in trust above the rest
Destiny and faith shall past the test
I feel the windy current against my face
As I am pointed toward my rightful place

For though my flight seems all alone,
I soar atop of spirit's groan,
creative force of earth, water, air,
I'm not alone It holds me there.

reply to post by Supercertari

Originally posted by Joecroft
Though spirit’s wander through realms, dim.
Their darkest days growing thin.
We shall battle through the night
And seek out, dawns early light.

Originally posted by Supercertari
A voice to hear, a wound to see,
Cold rock beckons to gathering glee.
Quickened souls set forth the cry,
He is not there, he did not die.

Originally posted by Joecroft
Though spirit’s wander through realms, dim.
Their darkest days growing thin.
We shall battle through the night
And seek out, dawns early light.

Originally posted by SIEGE
And from my cave I step on out,
In skies that flash and winds that shout,
"Go back, go back, you silly knave,
A dying world you cannot save" . . .

Yeah I noticed the double reply, to my last posted verse…very unusual…

Strange thing was in the verse I posted, I had this idea of lost spirit’s, floating around dark caves!…not sure why…lol

Anyway…thanks Supercertari and SIEGE for posting two excellent replies to my one verse.







- JC

Spread my wings and don't look down
Lest I lose my faith and fall to the ground
Fly as high as I'll let myself get
I won't come down, I'm not ready yet

Gliding in trust above the rest
Destiny and faith shall past the test
I feel the windy current against my face
As I am pointed toward my rightful place

For though my flight seems all alone,
I soar atop of spirit's groan,
creative force of earth, water, air,
I'm not alone It holds me there.

Drifting past unspeakable hurricanes.
Deep love inside me never wanes.
Searching endlessly, along paths unsprung.
Hopeful journeys unknown, only just begun.

For though my flight seems all alone,
I soar atop of spirit's groan,
Creative force of earth, water, air,
I'm not alone It holds me there.

Drifting past unspeakable hurricanes.
Deep love inside me never wanes.
Searching endlessly, along paths unsprung.
Hopeful journeys unknown, only just begun.

Journeys leading me to unknown countries,
Which bear mysteries well hidden
From the lurking eyes of the unprepared self,
Journey to countries, hidden in my heart.

Drifting past unspeakable hurricanes.
Deep love inside me never wanes.
Searching endlessly, along paths unsprung.
Hopeful journeys unknown, only just begun.

Journeys leading me to unknown countries,
Which bear mysteries well hidden
From the lurking eyes of the unprepared self,
Journey to countries, hidden in my heart.

Mindful wanderer stretching outward
Wakeful tourist sojourning worlds
Wherein lie secret terrains unexplored
And no king has claimed their thrones

Journeys leading me to unknown countries,
Which bear mysteries well hidden
From the lurking eyes of the unprepared self,
Journey to countries, hidden in my heart.

Mindful wanderer stretching outward
Wakeful tourist sojourning worlds
Wherein lie secret terrains unexplored
And no king has claimed their thrones

............................................

Their thrones are rock and dirt
Covered with rat crap and bat squirt
These passages were once used readily
The bones at the end would have to agree

Bats in the ceiling are sleeping
Dreaming of the next blood reeping
This place is alive my friend
It also wants you dead in the end

The stigmata martyr wakes from his slumber
Careful, he as well has your number
The blood has dried on his lips and face
Looks like a goth clown from that other place






[edit on 16-3-2009 by Excitable_Boy]

Journeys leading me to unknown countries,
Which bear mysteries well hidden
From the lurking eyes of the unprepared self,
Journey to countries, hidden in my heart.

Mindful wanderer stretching outward
Wakeful tourist sojourning worlds
Wherein lie secret terrains unexplored
And no king has claimed their thrones

............................................

Their thrones are rock and dirt
Covered with rat crap and bat squirt
These passages were once used readily
The bones at the end would have to agree

Bats in the ceiling are sleeping
Dreaming of the next blood reeping
This place is alive my friend
It also wants you dead in the end

The stigmata martyr wakes from his slumber
Careful, he as well has your number
The blood has dried on his lips and face
Looks like a goth clown from that other place

* The Place which lies out there unknown
Resembles that so close to home
Thinking thoughts that before have came
All that is , is all the same