Remembrance

[Seiji]

I'm going to take this opportunity to compile and post as much of my poetry as I can find. The reasons are several: one, a single place to find them all. Two, I'd like to share what I wrote and receive feedback, good and bad. Finally, I intend on writing poetry again, and I'd like to compare my older writing with where I'm at now. It will be like a road map to the psyche!

If you enjoy what you read, please do tell! I especially appreciate positive feedback, but truly, all feedback is welcome.

Thank you.




EDIT: Upon review of past writing: holy shit am I a romantic fool!

 

[Seiji]

(1)
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.



(2)
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.



(3)
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.

 

[Seiji]

(4)
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.




(5)
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.




(6)
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.

 

[Seiji]

(7)
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.




(8)
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.




(9)
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.

 

[Seiji]

(10)
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.




(11)
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.




(12)
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.

 

[Seiji]

(13)
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."




(14)
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.




(15)
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.

 

[Seiji]

(16)
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.




(17)
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.




(18)
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.

 

[Seiji]

(19)
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.




(20)
I once came upon a road divided,
the earth hardened through footfalls come before
mine. Never had I thought nor decided
these on my own, but now my soul is tore.
An epic journey set upon that path,
advising words vanish in soundless void,
and lights dim opaque sight causing wrath
towards that whichever be my choice.
I speak out to God for his godsend--
pleas unheard, my thoughts now wind together;
strength found within a core never strengthened
by choices made of similar measure.

With deep breaths, eyes now set with decision,
first steps are made to make real my vision.




(21)
Anger rises from that glorious pit,
a surge of dark matter too volatile
for human hands but takes to heart and sits,
stews, setting itself upon a high pile
of ugly filth, sins and sickness plenty.
Surging with inhuman strength, her sharp words
tug that heart of mine, but un-heavenly
talons bite into my soul, Hell's ladder
spiraling up to let that Demon fly.
Morningstar soars with dark wings high above,
a dark wake left through clear and pristine sky;
he grins nastily from the lie of love.

With strength unkind to manly sentiment,
she twists her words with a devil's intent.

 

[Seiji]

(22)
Glittery stone cast prism rays across
a darkened landscape, an earthly place
that all men and none live, and ever lost
they step over swampy moors across space
blackened by midnight's new moon, lacking light
to guide their step save for that shining stone.
With a red-raging sound does sharpened sight
reveal that stone to be Her-- rough with none
of which any man can dream. Raw eyes open
and shielded to those fierce rays of red fire,
passion lit, he directed by that sin
original, he steps to raging pyre.

Through fiery gauntlet is stone polished,
roughened edges through love now abolished.




(23)
Her cold blue eyes cast frosted spell over
all souls that would dare to step forth and take
that which does not belong, but would claim her
life and spirit for themselves with suave rake
talents that are honed through lies aplenty.
Their words are cast, magical spells woven
through their lacking minds, spoken treachery
to set wounds upon her and let open
her heart to, with dev'lish hands, steal her
for themselves and set upon their mantle
her heart of heart as a trophy over
lies blades, but now a man goes to battle.

It is through his sharpened steel he finds her,
and with spoken oaths, forever love her.




(24)
On a half-meaning taunt did words subtly
define; an idea of wrong, no anchor
in reality, but tangible, darkly
made of stuff without meaning. With heart's door
set to earth, white dreams shatter on brittle
hinges held by broken faith. Jagged lines
pierce into bright gem by error subtle
but undefined, reality in time
stilled in a nova of black. Then ill-words
are wrought, magical and evil, with red wraith
swimming in a sea of fertile anger.
No calming skies can break this raging storm.

Still, what warming sun that kissed lovely seas,
will always be a most loved memory.

 

[Seiji]

(25)
With the coming of liquid-cool breezes
did an autumn pain bring that sense of loss,
but for a golden sheen of turquoise is
that hurt washed away, revealing at cost
a punctured wound, slimmer than a thread-less
needle, cleansed by a fiery passion:
Blood is wiped away, wound healed by a kiss;
eyes are spun about, vision set upon;
images clear, and that golden turquoise
shines brilliantly within splintered mind's eye
and that set vision finds clarity, poise
set to calm heart despite passionate sigh.

Let this gold vision never fade away,
for a precious life is found each new day.




(26)
A sigh is released, smoke tinged with gold sparks;
dark visions are expelled with healing drink
of love's potion, and with every new dark
sight is that potion made ready to sink
any and all that would cause hurt, a shield
most furious, protective, possessive;
a welcome sensation after a sealed
soul is opened beyond past grievances.
With a forgiving sigh, all forgotten,
love's potion truly heals once was shattered:
a soul ill-defined of futures within
and without a universe thus gathered.

Renewed once was broken are steps taken,
a fight for a future lacking all sin.




(27)
A swell upon my breast, breath has no yield
with which to clear my mind of doting eyes,
but nay that which I want is thus, nor shield
to any that which cause me no more sighs.
A child once again, pure joy radiates
from innocent skin that soaks golden rays,
and a beautiful visage that does sate
not a single hunger within, thus says
my aching soul: "Give to me that I want,
for love swells brilliant, unyielding toward
any reason and logic which cast taunts
unheard, for I need only answered words."

Incessant sounds distant, do ask of me
that which has always been known: I love thee.

 

[Seiji]

(28)
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.

 

[Seiji]

A quick note:

I wrote this poem for someone. That someone you all might know by the name of @Smo.

Happy Birthday, @Smo . <3


(29)
Drowned sorrow on jagged rocks, crushing waves,
an unholy penance for sins long past.
Ever shall that Prisoner, proven brave
through dark and eldritch design, be outcast.
But oh, does that breath of life find its way,
winding through tortuous paths left unseen,
and it kiss the eyes of that lonely stray:
a beautiful visage, ever a Queen,
delightful lips hiding heavenly words,
and those eyes! Oh gods, those enchanting eyes!
Her lips curl and speak miracles unheard,
and then is that Prisoner found baptized.

Now ever does he speak of love so due,
and ever shall he show her love so true.

 

[Seiji]

(30)
Ever present whispers dance on the wind,
echoing that of a lovesick man's heart.
Honey words fall flat and give rise and spin
tale of woe and loss, but yearns for a start,
for something so beautiful, forgotten,
but so desperately desired and craved.
Oh, does he yearn for that woman's heart then,
with his own utterly trapped and enslaved,
and thus does he reach out with hands grasping.
Fingers fluttering on a cold, stiff breeze,
eyes shut tight, he clings to hopeful ending,
yearning for neverending, gentle seas.

So was his heart so assuredly caught,
and thus he proclaims his love burning hot.

 

[Seiji]

(31)
I am taken, utterly stunned, breathless,
and I drown in passion overwhelming.
I am head over heels, tumbling, helpless,
but ever I smile, wholly accepting.
There! I see it! Her face, it slays my heart.
It skips, then stops at the flash of her grin,
then her eyes, so deep, tears my soul apart.
Though slain, do arise with new passion,
sight filled now with that heavenly vision:
the curve of her neck, the swell of her breast,
legs stretching toward utter perfection.
I am now a man so wholly possessed.

So I will praise her, again, and again,
She has no equal, Goddess among men.



@Smo

 

[Seiji]

Found these buried someplace. I'll share them here.



(32)
Alone atop that hill you stand, the King,
proud and majestic, strong against your foes.
The wind will never shaken your proud swing,
and ever the rain falls in your shadows.
You have seen men, their comings and goings,
witnessed their blood be spilled in your kingdom,
and ever only watch, from beginnings,
to doom, and folly, for lack of wisdom.
Yet to memory none of this will go,
for man's moment be an echoed whisper,
and you have weathered storms from long ago.
And so, your kingdom shall grow and prosper.

As they dance in that self-burdened battle,
not for trying, will men ever struggle.




(33)
In the dark comes the true torment of me.
Time winds down and fades into that grey night,
and the air next to me decays truly--
stale, and empty, lifeless and without light.
The darkness settles around me, congeals
next to me and becomes all too telling--
I am lonely, and the emptiness seals
that absence, a scourging on my being.
Reaching out, there is but a nothingness;
breathing in, there is but the bitter air.
Whispers go unheard in that deep darkness,
and the whole of me is truly laid to bare.

Now I lay in my feather bed of crows,
darkness encroaching, alone with my woes.




(34)
Have you ever forgotten spring's warm kiss?
Light fingers of air running through your hair,
gentle embrace of earth, defining bliss,
the wind to gently set to green breast bare.
Have you ever lost the name of your heart?
Breathless for nothing to infinity,
that passing time leaves a trail of dead art,
an ungodly, forgotten gallery,
an homage to all that has ever been lost,
an eternal labyrinth, a dark prison
to all those abandoned, a land of frost,
and despair, lost to spring's lovely vision.

Now truly abandoned through my own hand,
never again will I see warm, spring land.

 

[Seiji]

(35)
I do look to the heavens and exhale,
a sigh, soul escaping through breath and woe.
I feel it--the deep chill, awful and stale;
it staggers forth, that old familiar foe.
I cannot but shiver and see the sky,
shadowed clouds parting and weeping with me.
The crash of thunder drowns the roar I cry.
For a moment, for nature's cruel mercy
I am thankful, my pain witnessed by none,
but then that old foe fills my whole vision:
who else but Death? He has once again won.
I see none in his eyes but derision.

All of those old wounds start to reopen.
Again my soul is shattered and broken.

 

[Seiji]

(36)
I sigh; I am defeated once again.
Like water, she has slipped through my fingers,
and gazes at me with eyes stifling pain.
I stand stunned, her lovely presence lingers,
and I breathe in, air intoxicating.
I am so drunk on that sweet aroma,
and I am drunk on that one, special thing:
Love, ever present love. Like a nova,
it burns hot and bright, scorching with such pain,
a pain so welcome, a pain invited.
I open my arms and shout, come again!
This is love I welcome, so delighted.

Ever do you flee, ever will I pursue,
and ever will my heart say, "I love you."




(37)
I do not love thee with only mine eyes,
for they in sight do error finds and sticks,
but it is my heart that sees what sight lies,
and in it I see past what eyes do trick.
I love thee with that of mine which beats strong,
that which beats truths of my very being.
It guides me, that rhythmic beating a song,
and my soul sings out words so agreeing.
I see you with the truth my heart does see.
I see you with the truth my soul does speak.
I tell now the truth they reveal to me:
I love you. Never shall I retreat.

So here I am: love me as I love you,
for I will be here, forever and true.




@Smo

 

[Seiji]

(38)
Your eyes, your lips, your breath, your honeyed voice:
these be divine things you have gifted me.
I am now found jubilant, and rejoice;
ever will I covet these things from thee.
Let me drink from your eyes that sweet, dark wine,
let me praise you like Knights under the Sun.
You are divinity, goddess of mine,
and through your presence I become undone.
Oh goddess, deliver me from dark woes
and set upon my brow heavenly lips,
for through your grace will heavenly light flow
and turn away the tide of heart's eclipse.

With blessings and love, wonderful and true,
eternal will I be a Knight for you.




@Smo

 

[Seiji]

(39)
If you could see the world with mine eyes,
you would know I have beheld such splendor
of a creature so beautiful and wise,
perfect in her imperfections tender,
with a voice that would send flight a thousand,
and send weak men pounding over the earth,
and rattle my core to the foundation.
Yet do I find such strength in words of worth,
that voice reverberating though my soul,
igniting such a fire within my breast.
Such passion fills me from my head to soles;
and my hole is filled, my love is confessed.

As long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long as I live, my life is for thee.




@Smo

 

[Seiji]

(40)
Perfection I need but am found wanting,
and strength I require from myself, for you.
I seek to do such right, and am failing,
but ever will I say: I am but true.
Ever will I say, I will try, and try!
Ever will I say, never shall I flee.
I seek only to make your heart soar high,
and seek only do I to make you happy.
I love you, with all of this heart of mine,
this heart of mine that I have given free.
I love you, with all of this soul of mine,
this soul of mine you have taken from me.

So take these gifts, they are yours to treasure,
and know they speak the truth of my measure.




@Smo