Seconds of Lamentation

Have the Soul break into pieces,
Have it scream,
And rage,
Cry from the desperation,
And Drown in the pit of its sorrow.
Have this Soul,
Beaten and Shattered,
Hold the strength of the shadow,
And the weakness of the light,
Bubbling Despair into all that surround.

Listen to the heart,
Cater to the Soul,
Even if they both have mile long holes,
Which even the mind cannot conquer,
And friends cannot console.

This wrenching of the strings,
Conquer Society with woe,
And in the quiet moments of time,
Shatter the silence with the screams of madness,
Of anger,
Happiness, Sorrow, and Hate...

Does the wrath in the soul tempt you?
Does it disturb your sense of respite?
Have pity,
For this soul,
In all it's strength,
Lasts but a day,
And at night,
It dies.
 

Lamentation

Daytime dreams
Dreaming of
The pursuits
I've been wishing for
Held down by whispers,
Whispers of the end-
Endless void…

Racking my mind,

And my heart
For
My love here.
I wondered,
"Is it worth living for?"

Despots prideful reach

Bend down into hell…
To pursue
Even the most terrible…

I wonder,

Wonder if
The dream I've been waiting for
Is just a dream…

 ISA

 

 

 

Inspired by the song in this Link.

Twist

Dancing:
Movement,
Art and emotion in form,
The child relishes in every turn,
Twisting back and forth.

Singing:
Tuned reality on a daylight string,
Playing with dreams,
That we relish as the child performs.

Painting:
Striking color,
Drifting shadows;
Truly the child we adore,
Ever presenting us with more.

***

Swordplay:
The child draws every eye,
Each stab and slice,
Every cut and dice,
Rends more from the rapidly descending enemy.
No retreat,
Every move a graceful dive,
And the blood remains in the heat.

Politics:
Every word barbed and painful,
Negotiate for the full,
Where everyone wins,
And the child strikes again,
Returned with hidden slights.

Nothing left...
All the talents came to an end...
The people got bored,
And we turned our backs,
Leaving the child,
Buried in the tracks.

ISA

Revolution

We sit waiting,
Here in this tree,
Man and bird,
And bug and beast,
Watching the riots;
Watching the fires;
Watching the world:
Drown and burn.

We stay away...
From the needlessness...
We stay away,
From the hate.
We in our rage,
Simply turn the other way,
And practice our art in peace...
As hermits.

"It all could be avoided,"
The man laughed mirthlessly,
Drinking from the bottle in tears.
"Yes."
His companions answered,
The bird,
And the beast.

But sitting alone,
All on his own,
The bug;
The roach,
Silent as ever,
Disappeared to never be seen.

***

They came back together,
The few years later,
When the anarchy was no longer seen...
And without the bug,
The bird or the beast,
The man sipped from his bottle,
And fell into eternal sleep, whispering...
"No....it could never have been..."

ISA

Firebreach

Waking up,
Smoke here,
There,
Filling up this tiny cage,
High in the air,
The others scream,
Run about,
Knock the others down,
In a rush to get out.

Even the ones that are down below,
Run about,
Wearing the madcap,
Wreathed in the ribbons of insanity,
Never looking up,
Hunched over,
Wet and rushing about.

No one ever thinks to look at us,
High in the smoke,
Far away from our beloved white teak,
Only me with my wings over my beak.

We're as low as we can go,
Lost pride,
Lost nature,
And none think,
Jus panic about...
While the others wonder,
"Is something wrong?'
While the others scream about.

It's just me,
Thinking here,
The others died,
Or passed out from fear.
It's just me here,
Depressed in this cage,
Knowing death is near.

And when I look up,
I see his beautiful form,
Glowing golden,
Wreathed in Shadow's born,
With the fruits and nuts,
And the new heavenly home;
I smile at it, grateful,
To finally be long gone,
When she frowns,
And shakes his head,
And points with her wing,
At my friends long, long dead.

It seems I still have pain,
And sadness yet to be,
And with a reluctant breath,
I fall into a sleep.

***

I wake up,
Covered in the dirt,
No light breaches my place here,
And everything hurts.
I hear moving,
And tweet my beak,
And something shift above.
I look up,
To see one of Them.
One of them so cruel...
He takes a big stick,
And hovers it just so...
It seems I'm about to-

End.

ISA

Life Without

We start with a man,
Tall and fat,
Living in a pocket,
Lined with air,
Picked at by rats.

He grew up without,
In a listless trance,
Never learning,
Not listening,
In constant motion,
Never Growing,
Not moving up.

He made mistakes,
Grew too fast,
Lived in abstinence,
Of things one truly wants;
With all the wants,
One could keep oneself entertained.

She broke the chair,
Was bit by snakes,
Cheated by Death,
And stabbed a hand,
Just trying to feed herself,
The things she wants.

So he sits in a cage:
Of possibilities,
Of hope,
Of Chains;
Waiting for Eternity to pass him bye,
And for himself to die...
Once again...

ISA

Mindless (Four Words)

...Waiting...
...Eating,
Killing,
Sleeping.

New man,
Strongest,
Get hurt,
Weak.

This way,
That way,
Kill friends,
Friend Enemies...

Charge,
Berserk,
Sacrifice,
Die.

White,
Black,
Grey...
Glory.


ISA

Inanitas e odia (Prose)

Do we sit down,
Resting our feet,
Expecting an eternal sunrise?
Do we ere in our way,
Sending time to a wildflower,
Expecting results akin to heaving Atlas?

Is it the beach,
Where boredom lay,
In an eternal struggle to find meaning,
Or the Shadowman,
Torn down and ripped apart,
And thrown into a world of speed,
That exist in the mind of our dream?

When we submit to it,
Will it break our back,
And rip us asunder,
Or just steal everything we owned?
To find out its Justice,
In a fortress,
And a Jail,
Did we make a mistake,
In creating it in the first place?

And the birds that sit outside the kitchen window,
Full of seeds and fruit and berries,
Did they ever figure out,
What would make this world merry?

I sit on a porch,
Cradling my drink,
Snoozing in the afternoon sun,
Waiting and watching,
The clouds outside this empty house,
As I ponder what I had done...

ISA

 

Cycle (With 'Dark Forest' by DeviantArt user: mlappas)

The bug eats the bacteria,
Eaten by plants,
In turn being eaten again.
The plants are eaten by a bird and a bee,
While others eat the sun's eternal beams.

The bird eats the bee,
And makes friends with a mouse,
And together they spend eternity.

Chased by the hawk,
The mouse and bird run,
And they both escape to the tree,
To be ensnared by a weasel,
To be eaten by the hawk next week.

The hawk and the beast,
Have a quarrel,
An affair,
The hawk striking,
The herbivore roam.
They both are miserable,
And will be eaten by us,
Us miserable human beings.

Who eats us?
The devil,
Our Gods?
Or perhaps is it everything,
Or even higher up a chain to go?
I know for a fact,
That the lords in monocle and hat,
Suffer the same fate,
And dream.


ISA


Well...here it is. Unlike some of my other posts with deviantart users, This one just seemed to fit the most, rather than being the major inspiration behind the poetry...(I'd had it in my head for the past few weeks, but I've been super busy helping some friends out with proof/pre-reading.)...That being said, I really liked this picture. You should check it out on DeviantArt, It's even better as the original upload.