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Erunioni

Blog people, hello.  As is usual with me my last post before this one was years ago (6months? I think), and I’m sorry I haven’t taken the time to write more poems and post more frequently. This poem has been on my mind since December last year, it shouldn’t have taken so long to write it, actually it didn’t…it just took me a long ass time to start. About the post, I hope you understand it more than you like it but not as much as I hope it remains in your minds for a little while after you’re done reading, and if there’s nothing in the poem for you to understand I hope there’s something in you for the poem to stimulate.

It is the ultimate hope of writers, consciously or unconsciously, to influence with their pieces…and I hope this influences you, one way or the other.

“I know you all, I have seen you, in your dreams, in your minds, in all you do that makes you human, I see you, I know you…but you do not know me and I don’t know why”   –  Someone important, but no longer alive.

         

It is a fever.

  The poet

They found the poet outside the park

His steps spoke many words of wine

His upper half seemed half asleep

And his feet walked a crooked line

His arms were spread as if to fly

His lips apart as though to speak

The telltale flush of liquid joy

Told tales of  rum from cheek to cheek

The night herself caroused with him

Drunk on sadness, drunk on care

And drink they drank, the weary lovers

Setting wine against despair

The bonds of reason, broken down

His mind amok, and absent sense

The world in woe, the world in glory

Lay before his presidence

 

And it was then they walked to him

Rudely rousing man from dream

Casting eye on village bard

Taking man as man would seem

“Sing for us again, o bard

Cast your words at senses keen”

This was why they broke his peace

Winters twice his summers seen

“Sing for us again o bard

Spin sweet words from bitter truth

Stir the embers of your heart

Dig through elder years to youth. And

Let the fountain spring with might!!

Showering us with wisdom earned

Showing us the link in hand

Of teachers harsh and lessons learned

Free yourself from wine’s embrace!

We would hear a tale or two”

Turns to them, a wizened face

“Ask not man, but what is due.”

Graying eyes regard the gathered

Moving on, from face to face

“The world whirls in the hands of time

And yet all things remain in place”

“As yet all men remain the same

The board reset a dozen times

Pi-eces unaltered, so is game

Though rearranged, the given lines

You come to me as bank to debtor

You plague me with unbridled want

Says at last, man to tormentor

‘Cease at once your unjust haunt”"

It is a fever

“It is not a gift so given

It is not a boon bestowed

Nor is sight beheld as blessing

When the eyes have overflowed

With the sorrows of existence

Pain cavorts with all men born

Know the price of your persistence

Hear the words of man forlorn

What is loss compared to weakness?

What is pain compared to need?

When the soul suffers from sickness

To give blood to those who bleed

O for those suffering in secret

O for hidden scars concealed

Know a secret’s mark of secrets

Is in wounds that never healed

The world at large, and I remain

Numb in spirit, numb of mind

My inner coldness feed by pain

Reaped from years left far behind

 

It is a fever that I have

It is an illness I possess

It is a symptom that you worship

It is a sign that you profess

To love, to need, to love to hear

While I remain diseased of soul

You chant and clap then disappear

Then falls to me, each telling’s toll

 

It is a sadness that I feel

It is madness that I suffer

When the muses offer gifts

Turn your backs and run for cover

Talent has a price, and paid

This price I have, each passing day

Rise to cup and rise to can

Drink my fill then come what may

All my masters come before me

Warned me of the poet’s curse

Know you all of Byron’s story

Know you all that Poe’s was worse

Happiness is bound to beauty

Joy to all that beauty, see

But for those that birth said beauty

All is pain and tragedy

Listen to my fading voice, now

Listen to my silent plea

Know the doom of every poet

And ask of this, no more from me

I will fellowship with Bacchus

Gimlets of the finest sort

Rise to can and drunken glory

Fall to pleasure and cavort

Now my night bids me return

Wine is all that shields from sorrow

Sets me free from all concern

Trouble enough, will be tomorrow”

His soul unburdened, back unbent

All is caught in a lengthy pause

He turns to go, the air is rent

With sounds of cheer, and of applause

Now lowering balding head to ground

“Man may speak but none may hear

Sing for us again o Bard,

Has now become a thing to fear”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

First post this year. There will be more. Someone important is no longer here and because of that I’ve decided to quote some lines from Death, Be Not Proud by John Donne :

…From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,

Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,

And soonest our best men with thee do go,

Rest of their bones, and soul’s delivery.

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Contemplation and all his friends

So I wrote again. This took longer than it should have. Only fair to warn you, this is a long one.

SHANGRI-LA

Prologue

The village gates stood, like old men stand

Worn with age and bent by time

Rust had claimed each iron face

As had wrinkles done with mine

The iron giants stood apart

Shaking  as the north wind blew

Creaking as their maker passed

I felt certain that they knew

 

I am leaving Wuling now

Gripped she by the throes of death

Touched she by the hands of time

Breathed she the last of her breath

Nature would not save Wuling

Famine leeched away her life

Pes-tilence claiming  her people

Among them, my sons and wife

 

Pain speaks every language known

So I found when it found me

And while not all men know its tongue

I’ve come to speak it fluently

Hard times then were made much worse

My mind, seeking to reflect

Made my memories seem as curse

I, not master of pain yet

 

I was young, when youth prevailed

What held youth but sweeter days

And a certain frame of mind

That was bent on foolish ways?

We were fools ere wisdom came

We were glad to dream of heaven

Religion held our vices tame

Schooling us on sins of seven

We were glad and light of mind

Pleased with all our blind eyes saw

Joy, the birthright of mankind

Would dwell with us forevermore

 

We were young when youth prevailed

Nimble minds, and bodies strong

But the reign of youth was short

And we found that we were wrong

They came upon us sudddenly

The weeks of cold, the months of drought

A strange disease swallowing my people

Spitting shrunken corpses out

We had hoped but hoped in vain

I had prayed, it came to nought

I, once smith of a large village

Leaving it through gates I wrought

 

Shangri-la

Heaven having failed in hope

Hope itself found wanting

Having lost all I can lose

I am left with nothing…

I will go to find respite

Where the dreams of men collect

Where the signs of hard years fade

And the weary can forget

 

I will go to Shangri-la

Ease to soul and peace to mind

Strength to all those weak in body

All that man can hope to find

I am going to Shangri-la

South of God and north of men

West of every broken dream

East of those who hoped in them

 

Shangri-la, covered in snow

Dwelling there, the ageless Yeti

Older than the sons of men

Wiser than the stars are many

I am going to Shangri-la

Earth’s last sign of heaven touch

Hidden from the eye of man

Kept outside of evil’s watch

I am going to Shangri-la

Nature’s lastborn wrapped in ice

Whitened by freedom from taint

Holy mountain paradise

I am going to Shangri-la

Far beyond the reach of time

Far above the grasp of fate

Webs spun of it’s own design

 

Utopia will bring relief

Severing chains of desolation

Re-acquiantance with belief

By the aid of restoration

Let the past relent in chase

That the haunt of loss may cease

Gone sons, to a better place

Found wife, an eternal peace

 

Refuge be found in holy haven

Pain be lost on mystic land

Moved by change on tidal waters

As in castles made with sand

Shangri-la, a last resort

Sought by many, found by few

Hidden in the Himalayas

Shielded from external view

Shangri-la, paradise lost

Closed to all enslaved to vice

Seen by he whose need is most

Never found by one man twice

 

Shangri-la, the name brings warmth

Weathered face wrinkling to smile

I set on the road to rest

Which I know is marked with trial

Leaving all I know behind

That my pieces be made whole

I am going to Shangri-la

Peace to mind and ease to soul…

I first read of Shangri-la when I was a kid. Most people are familiar with the concept of a ‘happy place’, the reason being that reality isn’t always kind or all we would like it to be. Young minds usually try to escape their problems rather than deal with them. Understandable, in my own opinion. There’s nothing wrong with looking for respite when we need it and there’s nothing wrong with finding it when it isn’t there. Nothing wrong with finding solace in your imagination, it being the only thing we have absolute control over. Most of the time.

The Djinn

Once upon a…seat thee down!!

Think thou speakest to a clown?!!

I was a bard of great renown!

With words I lured great minds to sleep

Or brought forth memories from the deep

And caused the strongest hearts to weep

So judge not by the man you see

But by poetic mastery

If indeed what I was, I be

Now gather round and lend me ear

All ye afraid, cease to despair

That courage may be born of fear

For I come forth to tell a tale

That peace of mind may yet prevail

O’er a mind both old and frail

And to those young that crave uncouth

And twisted tales that please the youth

Forgive me for I have but truth

Which often brings a painful bite

To those that hide away from light

Let foolishness die by insight

 

A ballad of a young man’s pain

Man’s confounder, eternal bane

That stabs the pure heart yet again

For once there was a Troubadour

A wandering man, just searching for

In life’s weak less, something much more

And on his travels did he find

That pleased his eye and stirred his mind

An opal ring of curious kind

Besotted with the bejewelled ring

He cleaned it’s stone and while rubbing

Happened a most peculiar thing

With poof of dust and swoosh of air

In the strange dust-mist did appear

A little man with littler hair

“I hail thee master” (bows his head)

Our Troubadour finds his tongue dead

Ensnared by shock, he nods instead

“I am Bartimaeus, great Djinn

A god of gods and spirit-kin

Quite short without but tall within

To make succeed your every scheme

Infuse with life your every dream

Take as command your every whim

Be it riches, length of days

A golden throne, eternal praise

So is the way of djinn ways

So what dear master seekest thou?

A golden fleet, an ageless brow?

A force before which all will bow?”

Cried Troubadour (able to speak)

‘Alas! I find what all men seek

Comes strength at last to one made weak,

My good Bartimaeus, friend in name

I need nor fortune neither fame

Both lord and thrall are pawns in game

But give me light with which to see

For what is wealth or gold to me?

I would have cure for misery’

“But master, wantest thou not youth?

What use has thee for bitter truth?

That maims the mind I seek to soothe?

Look!!In this hand I hold the world

All nature’s mysteries unfurled

Desire, of mind and body quelled

In this, visions of what will be

Cast away all uncertainty

From fate and time, seize victory!”

‘My friend is yet to understand

The worth of life, however bland

Is in the death that stays unplanned

If knew I all about my fate

Or made I self regal and great

What need would I have left to sate?

I want joy born of peace with truth

As said by Mother in my youth

The strength of tree begins in root’

“But I offer Master peace, with gold

To buy all forms of pleasure sold

A warmth to warm your inner cold”

‘Bartimaeus…speak and tell me true

In a man drunk from bitter brew

Can you then gladness plant anew?’

“The truth leaks from behind my mask

With all the strength I have, you ask

Of me something too great a task

Heaven is no cure for hell

This my master knows too well

That all such fallen remain fell”

So ends my tale, no keep your gold

What use is coin to one so old?

Payment enough, telling of told

And to the young minds still unsure

I offer words from Troubadour

‘In life’s weak less is nothing more’.

Long as both poems are, I hope you enjoyed them. The second one was me fooling around with something I wrote a while ago. “From the height of contemplation, I see all the pain of men”, I read that somewhere. Same person wrote “Paradise itself is a form of hell, for those who have left it are doomed forever, to reminisce and long for it. But only longing, for paradise is cruel, allowing no re-entry”. Every poet and writer I know has written something about an ideal place of rest or their need for one. I remember an Emily Dickinson poem that ended with;

So huge, so hopeless to conceive

As these that twice befell

Parting is all we know of heaven

And all we need of hell…

Escape is something we’ve all tried, some of us with more success than others. Some people run from situation to situation, unable to deal with reality, some people run from reality itself.  I believe that part of why religion is so popular is because it promises us a better place (most religions anyway), they say optimists believe this is the best possible world while pessimists fear that it’s true. It’s a mark of humanity to hope in better places that may or may not exist, it’s also a mark of humanity to despair in the absence of better and long for it’s arrival.

Individuality sets in when the creative mind is made to express it’s hope or it’s despair, painting a picture that, dark or cheery, is always beautiful. Oscar Wilde said ‘all art is quite useless’, he himself being an artist. I understand what he meant though, art serves no practical purpose. It, however, distracts. Beauty draws attention to itself, sending all other thoughts away. God knows there are days I’d love to be distracted from my life, losing myself in a work of art for some time. Escapism, you’re guilty too. We all are. It’s a wonderful crime against reality, and I do it as often as I can.

Found an interesting description of what a poet is by Soren Kierkegaard, who some consider to be the world’s first existentialist. He said;

“A poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret sufferings, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and the cries escape them, they sound like beautiful music…and then people crowd about the poet and say to him: “Sing for us soon again”, that is as much as to say “may new sufferings torment your.”"

Dude obviously had issues. Till next time then.

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Phylix’s Top 25; Number 4

My number is one that I like to consider an honourable mention. From one of raps greatest, no matter how you look at it. You can like this decision, you might despise it. Either way, it is a fact that this song is one of the coolest to hit sound waves this year. We’ve gone through 21 songs together on this list, time to up that number to 22. Continue Reading →

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Detanfy’s Best of Music #15 – 11

First things first!

If you missed my list from the previous days, shame on you, but dont worry I wont judge, you can check my list from Monday HERE or My Tuesday list HERE.

Now that we are all caught up, lets get this underway, My #15 – 11 favorite songs of 2010 are….

Beautiful Feeling by Paul Kelly. You can not begin to understand how much I love this song and how important to me it is. This song and I have a long history. I am Captain Ahab and this song is my White Whale/Moby-Dick or at least it was until recently.

I can dictate the story of how I discovered this song to you, I remember everything in excruciating detail but I’ll just give you guys a quick summary.

It was in Nigeria, about 5 years ago, on a Saturday night, I had just finished watching my favorite show at the time “Stargate Sg-1″ and I was waiting to watch the next show called “The L word” . If you know what that show is, do I really need to tell you why I wanted to watch it? I liked the ummn..acting.

Instead of my weekly dose of lesbian erotica/masturbatory aid, what came next was this show called Fireflies. Fireflies is an Australian tv drama about a bunch of firemen and their personal lives and the trouble they are going through during a very hot and fire prune Australian summer. Being a sucker for a good drama, I decided to watch the show and then the theme song came on and I heard the words “…such a beautiful feeling…”, at that moment I jizzed in my pants (so much for The L word uh?).

I had never heard such a sweet sounding song in m life. Even though it only lasted about 1 minute, I loved it! I cherished that 1 minute I would hear that song every subsequent Saturday night.

Once I became internet savvy/moved to yankee, I started searching for that song, I looked for it at least once every 2 months or any other time I remembered but I couldn’t find it, until earlier this year, when I discovered the name of the artist…Paul Kelly.

The man is one of Australia’s foremost singer/song writers, he has been making music since the 70′s and is still going strong. This man is truly a legend. I was eventually able to learn the name of the album the song comes from and I was eventually able to obtain the song, just that one song, it took me about 5 good years just to find this song. When I played the full 5 minute version of the song, for lack of a better term, it was a beautiful feeling.

The song itself is magnificent. Its not a love song, its THE love song. When I find my Wifey, this will be “our” song. This song just makes me happy, not just because of the effort I went through to find it, but also because of the song itself. This is a lovers song. If you are in a relationship and it is PERFECT, this is a song for you.

I love this song.

A big thank you to Paul Kelly for crafting this master piece of a song and giving me such a beautiful feeling. I doubt he will ever know how much this song means to me.

The song is extremely rare, so all I have for you to listen to is the original 1 minute version, hope you dont mind…Listen HERE

what the hell, I’m in a giving mood

You can download the full song HERE

Who Dat? its Jermaine Lamarr Cole more commonly known as J. Cole

Probably the best new MC in the game right now.

My relationship with J. Cole and his music dates back a while. One of my friends is J. Cole’s biggest fan. He tweets about Cole constantly. I was curious, I had heard about this J.Cole fellow before, and I wanted to know what he was all about. My friend recommended  that I listen to Cole’s “The Warm up”, but even though I downloaded the mixtape, I never listened to it.

Fast forward to summer 2010, there was a house party, I was slightly inebriated and talking to this one girl, she told me she wanted to start rapping and she wanted to be like Nikci Minaj, and she started playing this beat by that waka flocka dude and rapping to it, I asked the girl why she was listening to such a wack rapper and I shared my thoughts on how rap now a days is crappy and has no substance. She said “it aint dat bad,  least we still got J. Cole” and she proceeded to play Cole’s single “Who Dat” and well, what can I say, I was blown away in seconds….

“Now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of Satan hoes”

Since then I became a fan of J. Cole. I listened to The Warm up and I listened to his recently released Friday Night lights. I honestly don’t know if this post is about “Who Dat” specifically or J. Cole’s entire discography. The man is a beast, he is smart, not just street smart, but book smart too, this guy got himself a quality education and he had to pay for most of it by himself. He has been through so much shit from day 1 and he never let it get him down. The man’s songs are filled with so many nuggets of wisdom, I don’t even know where to start.

J. Cole is a shining star. His music tells stories.

Is he “The one”? The only rapper that can save hip hop? to be honest, I couldn’t care less, I’m just happy listening to his music and I hope he continues on this path.

Listen to Who Dat HERE

I strongly suggest you go download The Warm Up and Friday Night Lights (they are free)

I adore Japanese rock Band, SuperCar. I discovered them from one of my favorite anime series Eureka Seven. I randomly decided to watch Eureka 7 and I fell in love with that show, it took about 5 episodes but I fell in love with Eureka 7. Its a beautiful show, both animation and story-wise. The only reason I wanted to watch it at first was because it had giant robots and what not, but something surprising happened. I became invested in the characters, Eureka 7 wasn’t a random action anime, it was a drama/romance with lots of action thrown in of course. I began to genuinely care for the characters I was so impressed with the quality of the story telling in this show. Most people think anime is some nothing but panty up skirts for perverted basement dwelling neck beards, but Eureka 7 proves is proof that anime is more than that.

I could go on about Eureka 7 but I wont. I’ll save that for my “best of Anime 2010″ post coming in a few weeks. I’m here to talk about the song Story Writer. The song was frequently played in Eureka 7 during scenes where something bad-ass or awesome happened. This song is energetic and powerful. Supercar brings together influences from Electronic and Rock music and melds it so well, its astounding. The song slowly builds up, you are listening an anticipating the awesomeness that is coming.

This song just makes me happy, it gives me hope, its so inspirational. Its a magnificent song. There was one particular scene the song was used in Eureka 7, it just took my breath away and I’ll admit, I shed a tear. It wasnt so much the song that made me shed a manly tear, it was that scene and the song just helped it along. I’ll get more into that when I spill my love juices all over Eureka 7 in my Best of Anime list.

I cant really talk about it with out getting to into Eureka 7, so I’ll end it here for now.

you might not appreciate it as much as I do, but you can listen to Story Writer HERE

Also, might be worth mentioning that Super Car sadly broke up a while ago, but they left us with 7 or so albums. All of which I have acquired and listened to.

Top notch stuff

Next on the list……

I SAID TELL ME WHATS REALLY GOING ON!

Miss Me by Drizzy Drake featuring Lil Wayne is another summer song highlight of mine. To be honest with you I never really liked this song at first. The only song I loved in Drake’s album was “fancy”. In fact I gave the album a mediocre review at first, but then my cousin convinced me to listen to the entire album again, it was his first time listening to it and he immediately got a huge boner for this song. He loved Miss me, I loved Fancy. He played Miss Me, I played Fancy. Until the very last day of summer I still didn’t like this song, but then I randomly listened to it a couple days after vacation was over and i was just WOW. The amount of memories this song brought back, the nostalgia, not even form years ago, from weeks ago. I was over whelmed. Driving to Six flags with my cousin and his friends, about six or so of us packed into the car among other things I cant remember right now.

The memories this song brought back. All I can do is smile ans shake my head like that one crazy guy on the subway who talks to himself.

The song itself is pretty awesome. The beat is just straight fire. I love both Drake and Wayne’s verses.

Funny/cute story time: you see there is this girl I like and I didn’t know how to break the ice, and she told me she liked Nicki Minaj so I said “I love Nicki Minaj, I hope one day we get married just to say we did it!” and I made the girl laugh (YAY!). Its a good thing I didn’t tell the girl to masturbate to me and learn every song

Miss me is a great song! Fancy is a great song

I love them both, but as it stands Miss Me has more sentimental value to me

you can listen to Fancy HERE and Miss Me HERE

Sleepy head by Passion pit comes in just one spot shy of #10.

I randomly discovered Passion Pit when one of their songs “The Reeling” was being played on MTV one night (Yes I watch MTV from time to time, I”m so ashamed).

I liked The Reeling so I decided to look up Passion Pits other songs. They are a relatively new group, so they only have one album called “Manners” and the four track Extended play released prior to the main album, called “Chunk of change”.

I did a little more digging on the group and discovered their origins, basically lead singer Michael Angelakos wrote and performed the songs on Chunk of Change using his laptop and gave it to his girlfriend as a valentines day present. The relationship eventually came to an end, Chunk of change had gained popularity at his university, eventually members joined him and Passion Pit took off.

Sleepyhead is a beautiful song. I love the passion behind Michaels voice. His voice is so sweet and innocent. Sleepyhead is pure bliss from start to finish. I feel so free when I listen to this song. I always sing it out loud (when not in public of course).

I just cant get past it. Passion Pit is audio euphoria

Do yourself a favor and listen to Sleepyhead HERE, The Reeling HERE, Cuddle Fuddle HERE, I’ve got your Number HERE, Moth’s wings HERE and Eyes as Candles HERE

NOTE: Upon hearing the song you might think he e uses Auto-tune, he doesnt! He overdubs his voice multiple times in the recording to give it that prepubescent schoolboy sound. ( I mean the prepubescent part in a good way)

Thanks for sticking around this long folks. I appreciate you guys taking the time to read my list, seeing as its laden with all forms of conceivable grammatical errors.

I”m writing from the heart!

I hope you are listening to and enjoying these songs

Now the real fun begins. My top 10 songs, #10 -6 tomorrow and the final 5 on Friday.

see you tomorrow!

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Featured Artist: Jinn – Engine

I feel like such a horrible fan. One of my favorite J-Rock acts “Jinn”, released a mini album in July…….JULY!, and I just found out a couple days ago. Continue Reading →

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Musings of a bard, the thoughts that we all share.

The wheels of thought turn once again but they turn slowly…at a time when speed is of utmost importance.

So I’m back, sorry it took so long. If you’re wondering about the title, don’t, the meaning is pretty simple. We all think(at least most of us), we have sad thoughts, happy thoughts, dark thoughts and cheery ones too, depending on the kind of person that you are. But there are things that we all think about because there are experiences that we all share, shows that we all watched, songs that we all listen to and things that every single one of us have seen. I’m more of a sombre, mellow type of guy(no shit), I think about big things, the big picture and basically I ask a lot of questions no one can answer and find answers to questions no one asked. Ever experienced winter(in another country of course)? I haven’t, but I’ve thought about it and well, let me show you what was born from one random thought. Enjoy.

Winter

Autumn turns its back on us

A season I will miss

And winter oh so infamous                                             

Presents an eager kiss

Summer has long since flown away

Fast on the heels of spring

The woodland creatures cease to play

The songbirds cease to sing

The mighty oaks now fall asleep

With branches wrapped in snow

The whales wonder about the deep

But have nowhere to go

The mountain peaks are wrapped in ice

Their caverns cold and chill

If this year’s gifts did not suffice

I’m sure that next year’s will

All the friendly creatures fall to frost

And the strongest of them die

And although I’m told that all is lost

I know it is a lie

The snow queen has come to take

That which she won’t return

Leaving sadness in her wake

Before her forced sojourn

I’ll miss my friends, we had good times

Though nothing’s made to last

The halcyon days have now become

Just memories of the past

So this year dies as another comes

Only to pass away

And the yesternight slowly becomes

The dawn of a new day…

I believe that in the dark corners of every mind is something worth expressing. Thought-provoking thoughts are the best way to get across to people, to show them who you are and what you’re about. So next time you have an epiphany or a receive spontaneous insight, use it, add to yourself and add to others. As for me, who I am is summed up in two words; I think.

Zanaku, grey wolf

He walks at night

It sleeps by day

Basking in the moonlight

Or so they say

With the form of a wolf

And the soul of a man

With a tale that can move

And a mind that can plan

With a coat of grey hair

And eyes always crying

People seem to care

People are always lying

He howls at the moon

So desolate, so sad

Good times go too soon

As did all that he had

Living in the woods

So far from redemption

Plagued by dark thoughts

Too many to mention

The grey wolf walks alone

Carrying his past

All he called his own

Found it hard to last

Staring at the clouds

And standing in their rain

Finding no relief

From his constant pain

Such a doleful look

Calls on the heart to bleed

Life gave then it took

All that he came to need

So he rises to go

Lonely, though no one cares

As if they didn’t know

Lone wolves don’t come in pairs…

Detanfy probably recognises the name, well I thought it was fitting so I borrowed it.  I leave you with a note from my journal.

‘I have seen by some miracle of thought, the remains of my past sanctuary. Nostalgia comes in gentle waves, everything I used to believe in, everything was so much simpler then. I ask myself, why must they be difficult now? There is no reason, truly the child’s heart is greater than the man’s, his perspective wider. Single-mindedness was my greatest blessing, I have lost that…but it must not stay lost, I will reclaim what was given me. With all the songs in my ears, with all the voices in my head, with a heart brimful of memories and a decided mind, I must press on. Imagination knows on defeat’. In this life there is no such thing as ordinary, I ask that every time a moment comes upon you or every time you get an epiphany or you see something in a very enlightening way, dont shrug it off and keep walking…please stop every once in a while, please stare a little. Till next time.

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A Bard’s curse, words from a man on fire. That’s right, I’m reintroducing poetry.

This is my first official post, actually it’s my first post ever lol. I want to talk about poetry, that unique form of literature that explains the heart and sharpens the mind. Many people think of poetry as corny or sappy lines jumbled together in an overstretched piece of pretty handwriting…well the good news is that it’s not and the bad news is; if you thought it was then you’re sort of an idiot. lol.

Know this people, to write this way, to weave such touching pieces with ordinary words requires that two most important things that human beings have; perspective and imagination. Ignorance is nothing to b proud of, take a load off and think about it…to write exactly as you feel, to write in a way that guarantees being understood, give it a shot and remember perspective is a priceless human gift, imagination is even more valuable. I urge you to clear you mind, adjust your perspective and use your imagination. Please…enjoy.

 

Turn away

See no more, poor eyes of mine

Pour away your light

For a day so grand and so divine

Has given way to night

Feel no more, o broken heart

Turn your flesh to stone

For all we built has been torn apart

And now we stand alone

Think no more my tired mind

Do away with thought

Leave all your questions far behind

Accept from life your lot

Hurt no more my ailing soul

Trembling in such pain

That you once glad and truly whole

Will never be again

Trust you not, o saddened self

The reed that bends with wind

For it will surely let you fall

As quickly as you lean

So as it is, is as I’ve found

Harboring all this hurt

That every time I look around

I see no one of worth…

We’ve all felt like this before, poetry uses words the same way the Japanese art of origami uses paper, you must use something ordinary in a special way if you wish to make it beautiful. The human mind is the greatest work of art in existence, the only work of art, in fact, that can create other works of art, I like to think of it as God’s own special piece of origami.

I end this post with the latest that I’ve written. It’s a bit long but if you let it, it could take you somewhere you’ve probably been to before but this is that place from my perspective. My sanctuary is described thus:

The garden

Once upon a sleepless night

I walked the castle grounds

Undeterred by the lack of light

And all the fearsome sounds

I was alone and ill at ease

My soul devoid of rest

Sadness to me was as disease

More so than could be guessed

My body frail, my spirit weak

My soul weary of life

Catastrophe had made me weak

It lived with me as wife

My old-young eyes had seen their fill

Of a world most impure

That takes your spirit, breaks your will

Until you stand no more

A sad, sad man is what I was

A most desolate soul

A man estranged from peace because

He had no self-control

I felt as one made empty

I saw as one struck blind

And so my death did tempt me

I wished to leave mankind

But then I heard the music

My body gripped by lore

I know not how to put it

But sir, I walked no more

You cannot understand it

What it is to lie ill

To surrender to darkness

To relinquish your will

Sir I cannot express it

The rapture that it was

To have my senses blessed with

Something beyond applause

For sir, it came upon me

That which I’ve never felt

A warmth with the music

And so my heart did melt

But still it was not over

A voice began to sing

Thronging my very pulse with

The fullness of the spring

An alto then soprano

A tenor then a pause

Slowly erasing memories of all I ever was

All I heard was this music

And I could not but yield

To this joy like no other

That bade my wounds be healed

I laughed and then I cried

My release was unreal

For all I thought had died

I now began to feel

The sounds now beckoned to me

And I could not but go

My steps proceeded swiftly

I drew my breaths shallow

I came to an old gate

The music slipped behind it

My need would know no wait

I knew I had to climb it

I went over my metal foe

It would deny me not

I fell into a secret place

I long ago forgot

The garden was a wondrous sight

The music came from here

The soothing sound and pulsing light

Made quite a wondrous pair

Again a voice assailed me

Much sweeter than before

I lost control of body

My senses mine no more

I knew this place in childhood

I played here in my youth

Before the lash of aging

Came with the sting of truth

Before the aching sadness

That followed the harsh years

And ere the creeping madness

That fed upon my fears

The loveliness I saw there

I will never forget

The trees, the flowers, the squirrels, the hare

And  its old foe the ferret

But most of the woman

Sir no  words will suffice

Her beauty was inhuman

A fire in her eyes

Playing upon the harp of life

She plucked the cords with might

She sang of love and pain and strife

Of darkness and of light

She sang of all that was to come

What the world would soon be

And at the finish of the song

She turned and looked at me

And so life took the harp of love

And smote its chords with might

And in her gaze, my anguish

Passed, trembling out of sight

And now my story’s over

Sir I must now sojourn

I must go to the garden

And no longer return…

I hope you enjoyed this, till we meet again.

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