Blades of Grass



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Just a collection of poetry I'll be writing/have written.

Here's one titled Unconditional.

With what does the flower reach for the sun?
Through a Force of Nature--Unstoppable,
Unquenchable. We would not deign to run
From it. Why should we? Are we capable
Of turning away from all that is life?
To stop breathing, eating, drinking, being?
To deny this is to cause great strife
Within our hearts. Might as well cease being!
What is this cherished Force? Unstoppable
It is within human hearts and soul.
It is Love. Pure, unconditional Love.
This Force is what makes humanity whole.

This is true power, unconditional.
I give it to you--to wield eternal.
It is Love. Pure, unconditional Love.
This Force is what makes humanity whole.

-- was such a powerful line, omg, i had to stop and make sure i was breathing! :onice job!
I wrote this for a friend of mine; I couldn't sleep until I had this put to words. I'll text her tomorrow (later?) to make sure she sees this: it's a gift, for being there for me when I needed her.

Be dedicated, loyal, and steadfast-
By whom other? What can be most precious,
Rarest amongst all human straits, surpassed,
These be most sacred of commodities.
Of noble countenance do I recall
One of chestnut hair and fairest eyes and
Glowing smile. Mine eyes ran astray, and all
Ever-deserved gratitude; best friend,
An eternal comrade, be thy one owed more
Than loyalty cast aside. Apology?
Most assured, and from this withered heart poor
Love is poured, deserved mythology.

I give thee a lit candle from mine heart,
Thou art my friend, never shall we part.
On most beautiful lips doth drip sweet mead
Of sympathy; a rondo of comfort
Echoes past rose tinted lips to set seeds
Most delightful within cracks of the heart.
Her eyes swirl in stormy context, a grey
And blue and green lure, a trap within her
To set set slender hands in embrace. Her prey
Need not worry-- the grasp is her love sure
As the sun rises and the moon glitters,
And that presence is surely affection
Untethered, a radiance unfiltered
Upon silver Mercury's reflection.

The Demons and Devils, let them not undo
That worship which I have set upon you.

Oh how my heart yearns for that which gentlest
Lady possesses. Her eyes, and that opiate
Smile gives rise to rushing blush which no less
Settles within the loins. Fiery passion, set
Aside all reason! Love! That guides my hand
On this foolish endeavor, a quest with
Tears to fill that Holy Grail. Will my brand
With raw love's blade win this heart's prize? Forthwith
Do I stride upon this path, undaunted,
And declare: Love! Oh, my love, do not feign
To ignore Cupid's strike, lest do we, haunted,
Live pseudo memories to sorrow's gain.

Take this hand of mine; let us live as one,
Two souls entwined, a spark in Heaven's sun.
For what reason do I face betrayal
O'er and o'er again? For what crimes
Do I pay repentance to? This dark Hell
I deserve not, yet lick tortuous flames
Upon my breast. Is it so wretched this
Shell of mine? Or black is my soul, perceived
Only by whom love is given? By His
"Grace" is such darkened luck "gifted" to me?
So twisted is this bitter knife through such
Torments that no man should endure upon
Gentle heart. Is it fair, this darkened luck?
Such fairytale with dark tidings upon.

And so I wake to shattered memories.
I beg thee shadows, take them all from me.
On baleful winds do echoes carry those
Empty words left spoken. A bitter twist
Of truth, burning ice cold to those arose
To better sounds unspoken, none amiss.
Howl does that unsound fly to ears that now
Bind that nothing to secret's delightful
Bount. Decrepit beast, howl that haunted sound
Down that mournful hall upon breezy cool
Winds, colourless and wholly unalive.
Bask in the torment of those horrid winds,
And let live a lifeless existence. Drive
Forth and carry on with no one in mind.

In all life, no greater pain comes to us
Than the empty words of those most precious.
The witching hour comes on mischievous night,
Unreasoned sons seeking that enduring
Token of raw fulfillment. They delight
Their mischief, swift in their cruel, unending
Child's torments. Fraught are the hours hellbent
On the dead's festivities-- the haunted
Lights of carved lanterns, wrapped treasures sent
To child's horde. Overflow our sights, clouded
Visions of ghosts and ghouls haunting dark roads
Until that hallow'd eve comes to a close.
Rebuked are these spirits, the festive odes
Sating all of autumn's hunger for souls.

Now Samhain festival comes to an end,
One more year until it begins again.

Your poetry is most wonderful, Seiji. <3
Chestnut hair sprinkles down upon my face,
a darkened veil to shroud those storm grey eyes.
Tickling strands hide that most adoring gaze
and delivers that salt-sweet nectar. Cries
of love's passion rings though mine ears, baptized
with raw love's echoes. Listen to that voice,
a whisper among pillows and sheets. Sigh
those gentle words between two whose choice
was one another, joined together through
lips, and touch, and coupling most intimate.
Again, I taste that salt-sweet, never to
forget such heavenly memories writ.

But now do I see that bittersweet scene
for all that it was-- not more than a dream.
A softened path twists through earthly shades keen
on dark lit image, an illusion most
sincere and unkind to man's eyes. Unseen,
warped limbs wrap around innocents lost,
with no godly rays to pierce dark veil,
and no windowed sky to spread heaven's light.
With nothing a guide, men spin their wild tales
of wicked limbs, of shadowed hands. Dark sights
overwhelm reason's sense, mind's cunning shield
powerless against unsound aggression.
A hope for Hope's Light stirs and fear is stilled
against darkness encroaching to lie's end.

Now that path hardens, unknown to all eyes
but known by all souls, for every man dies.

Lo! What does sweep upon that grassy sea?
That weeping wail, it burns with deafening
symphony. That furious, wailing banshee
takes phantasmal flight, lesser souls choking
on sweet honey into dream eternal.
Why does ghastly apparition appear?
I cannot begin to fathom spectral
reasoning, the whys and hows that ghoulish,
living nightmare possesses. Why does she
Stare down my very soul, her shriek burning cold?
Pain surges through my essence steadily,
core lit aflame-- I scream silent echoes.

Thus the world falls apart, mirror broken.
That ghastly vision? My reflection spoken.

Void stretched across oblivion's doom--
A vast embrace of heavenly objects
held together upon cosmic bosom.
Light's revealed among silvered pinpricks,
and by the death of golden son
does that successor, Black, take to control
destiny, the reigns of life handed on
to hands no greater than the father's toil.
World sunken to nightmares illusion, take
to useless prayers! No deity will
take such onus. Only will their deaths break
endless bickering over a great cycle.

So the twins, Black and Light, take to their deaths,
waking up to nature's eternal breath.

Do you see that cage that surrounds your breast
flightless Robin? Sorrow, a hollow roar
along that gentle breeze. What forlorn test
has come to challenge thee? Oh, what a chore
this life is! Why should thee give stake to a
thing that has no meaning? An empty life
is this existence. Let others say,
"Life is majestic!", "Live and Love! Take flight!"
Pfah! Let these who mock thy pain set upon
oblivion. Let them take caution to
abandon! A reckless drive to the sun--
Icarus' folly found within joy's fool.

That vigour of life lacks hold on thy breast.
What difference will the world see with one less?

Creation without reason, but which
all life has come to be known from what is.
Light and Darkness, founded upon cosmic
memory-- known, unknown, a genesis.
Enigmatic beginnings is the source
of all life. What is, what was, will never
be known or understood to man of course,
but neither can immortals clever
knowledge of that which can never be held.
The elixir of life-- that is power
eternal, a never-ending flow of
eloquent elixirs from him and her.

There is no answer to any questions passed,
and this answer is to no question asked.
Thank you so much, Stace!

Have another:

With beloved thoughts, creation so births
a power eternal, with soft breaths made
tangible through inked words. Wrought from the earth,
a font of power through flowers sun'd beds
flows to eager fingertips. So begins
a lover's dialogue, half-sided thoughts
shared to ears ambiguous. So ends
what comfort there lives, and there it starts--
fear settles in that anxious heart of his,
a fear most realized in doubtful esteem.
What would that other half yield? How would this
question settled be? What does this truly mean?

So now we do see this gentle heart's plight.
Eyes blinded to fate, he takes to love's flight.
Most amazing words yield surprised gasp, a breath
of ancient life giving way to new world.
Bursting lights cast over that land of death,
world cold and barren and violent towards
those kind and loving words. Now deathly land
takes to Fisher King's strength, nature's fierce grasp
sewing unconditional love with hands
rough and sensuous, two sides of a cast
silvered coin, once viewed tarnished by dull eyes
now gleaming brilliantly under new sun.
Amazing words sing-- and passionate cries
opens that cold tomb hiding renewed son.

Fisher King's soul now bolstered by words true,
he stands and so whispers, "I love you too."
Oh sweetest girl whose eyes glitter brightest
Amongst black sea of stars, what words do you
Bring me on sweetest tender lips? A test
Of heart's fortitude, faced 'fore morning dew
Sets upon green grass, testing Winter's grip
On Land before Yule. As ice and snow set,
What doth ye hope to learn from me? That whip
Lash of thy wit besets heart and mind? That
By thy cunning charm and stunning beauty
I find my self confounded by riddles?
No; you wish none of that. Thy purity
Is tangible, beauty reflecting thy soul.

At this Yule time I find myself adrift,
But stars divine tell I would meet a gift.

What has shimmering window brought to me?
A dark haired beauty whose very presence
Brings the mightiest man to his knee,
With eyes so deep to pierce his very essence.
Doth tilt of head betray her coquette nature?
A quirk of smile, hint of what pleasures lie,
Soft voice piercing still hearts. None can endure
Her Siren's call, beckoning men not to die,
But in serving ultimate amusement
To her wildest wish and whim and desire.
Does woe be to him that catches her eye?
Of course; he doth earns from all men their ire.

Let no other man see that which she hides:
The sweetest soul; bashful, and full of pride.
Wrote a bunch of poems earlier today. Here are two that have nothing to do with one another.

Shimmering stars fade, beginning to dim
from golden rise on eastward horizon.
Bright is that gold, skyward coin, paving sins
under blanket of gentle warmth upon
glittering earth to those most grateful of life.
But-- a speck, no less or more of mankind
walks those lit and shadowed paths against strife,
no greater than ethereal beings unkind
to human sentiment, but overcome
easily by that same speckly being
smiling into the face of challenge. "Come!",
he yells to giants, hand lovingly grasped.

Sun wrought haze dims to problems hateful eyes,
Giants fall to fear, speck wrapped in love's guise.

Love becomes lost from a year long journey,
faded away with unmeaning malice,
a waving hand dismissing those lovely
words gifted freely for want of no kiss.
Taken for granted? the poet wonders,
no tangible answer found within sight.
Now, blinded by irrational horrors,
anger's witless lash with no good might
strikes at those once loved in spite of answers
given, now real as which what was wanted
to be heard and seen, reasons gave from her
lips now truthful from what was once haunted.

Given answers once sought, he now moves on,
soul now strengthened, he walks unto the Sun.
Here's a love poem that starts off in homage to Shakespeare.

In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes
for that which richly seen is through my heart,
what soulful gaze which yields such breathy sigh,
a whispered voice that reflects loving thoughts
with not one word to equal match be found.
From spoken sound with no matching value,
a sought gift is given from spirits bound
to wistfully found world once wholly knew.
Given final sight from which shall so spout
a font of love, affection's patient gaze
lingers on what deserved soul has caught,
and from eager lips is found that which daze.

Now thoughts given sound to which I agree,
I now so gift this heart of mine to thee.
My love is as that mountain top beacon,
bright-orange light burning hot in the night.
Lapping flames reach towards that dark sky, and
on cool winds fueling those high flames, my might
surges with passion's fire, cold thoughts burning
uncontrolled, mind faded through fiery haze.
Clarity now blinded by crystalline
embers, sparks dance and distract those whose dazed
thoughts are now upon windowed eyes; hidden
soul reflected and lured by passion's light
into a spiraling dance unknown then
to fire-cleansed eyes, blind despite truest sight.

So come to know love by this burning brand,
as I let it burn through my clasping hands.