Come, O Lucifer!
Shining Star, Dawn Star!
Come, O Phosphorus, Hesperus!
Shine light among the living,
Among the dead.
Come, O Lightbringer!
Illuminate and show us enlightenment!
Show us Light in the path of Darkness!
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Monday, April 5, 2010
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Light and Darkness
Opposites that have existed since the dawn of time
Opposites that we try to define;
Good and just
The other, evil and unjust.
The ‘good’ God,
the other is the ‘evil’ God.
There is co-existence in the good and the evil,
in the Light and the Darkness.
Through this co-existence the forces of Nature function well.
We deny this co-existence,
In fear, and in reverence.
We are sold into the idea that Light and Darkness are enemies.
Thus we make our “world” unbalanced.
Opposites that we try to define;
Good and just
The other, evil and unjust.
The ‘good’ God,
the other is the ‘evil’ God.
There is co-existence in the good and the evil,
in the Light and the Darkness.
Through this co-existence the forces of Nature function well.
We deny this co-existence,
In fear, and in reverence.
We are sold into the idea that Light and Darkness are enemies.
Thus we make our “world” unbalanced.
Monday, March 22, 2010
Proud Rebel
A silent wanderer
Even if he got punished for what he had done
He believed he was right
To some he is the light-bringer
To others, he is evil.
His name is the Morning Star
A Promethean figure
Like the Titan,
He, too, went up against a tyrant
Stood up for what was right.
We are most like him
Even if we turn away,
Condemn,
Deny.
We still are in the end
Like the Proud Rebel.
Even if he got punished for what he had done
He believed he was right
To some he is the light-bringer
To others, he is evil.
His name is the Morning Star
A Promethean figure
Like the Titan,
He, too, went up against a tyrant
Stood up for what was right.
We are most like him
Even if we turn away,
Condemn,
Deny.
We still are in the end
Like the Proud Rebel.
Friday, September 4, 2009
Burning Heart, Fire Spirit.
Golden and bright,
emotions sway,
emotions shown through his eyes,
he wasn't the one to show his feelings.
he has a fire,
that won't go out.
His soul is a fighting spirit,
refuses to even step down.
deep inside, he holds affection,
that slowly has shown.
Through his life and yours,
even if there were a thousand blades that were meant to take his life,
he would never give up.
this is caused by his soul,
and his fire,
that burns bright.
And even through death,
even through curses,
even through wishes,
he would stand tall,
and even die,
for the one woman who changed him; changed his outlook on life.
emotions sway,
emotions shown through his eyes,
he wasn't the one to show his feelings.
he has a fire,
that won't go out.
His soul is a fighting spirit,
refuses to even step down.
deep inside, he holds affection,
that slowly has shown.
Through his life and yours,
even if there were a thousand blades that were meant to take his life,
he would never give up.
this is caused by his soul,
and his fire,
that burns bright.
And even through death,
even through curses,
even through wishes,
he would stand tall,
and even die,
for the one woman who changed him; changed his outlook on life.
Louis
Er...there's no need to explain this one only that it's about Louis de Pointe du Lac....
To see his pain,
you need to see his complexity.
to see his torment,
you need to understand his grief.
to see the hurt,
you need to understand his fears, his loves.
to see his sorrow,
you need to understand his reasons.
To see his dark side,
you need to understand his happiness.
on the hour of his blood lust, he becomes torn
between love,
between pain,
is his cry not enough?
Who should he blame?
To see his soul,
you need to understand how he feels.
He may look human, but he walks in the night.
Yet, he didn't choose this path.
To see his troubles,
you need to understand him,
you need to understand who turned him, and why, for what reasons?
To understand his heart,
you need to understand all the emotions he holds,
all the pain he holds,
all the love,
all the hate,
all the grief,
his soul has redeemed once, even twice.
He soul has suffer through pain and torment,
He is a vampire.
To see his pain,
you need to see his complexity.
to see his torment,
you need to understand his grief.
to see the hurt,
you need to understand his fears, his loves.
to see his sorrow,
you need to understand his reasons.
To see his dark side,
you need to understand his happiness.
on the hour of his blood lust, he becomes torn
between love,
between pain,
is his cry not enough?
Who should he blame?
To see his soul,
you need to understand how he feels.
He may look human, but he walks in the night.
Yet, he didn't choose this path.
To see his troubles,
you need to understand him,
you need to understand who turned him, and why, for what reasons?
To understand his heart,
you need to understand all the emotions he holds,
all the pain he holds,
all the love,
all the hate,
all the grief,
his soul has redeemed once, even twice.
He soul has suffer through pain and torment,
He is a vampire.
A Carefree Runaway
This is a poem about Lestat de Lioncourt. I couldn't help it. XD
Gray, Blue, Violet,
Depending on the light.
Blond hair, white in the light.
Life, human life doesn't remain with him anymore.
Only the life of blood lust and night.
But never scared, never regretted it.
His mother shows no emotion,
very little is even shown even to him.
He is the one and only son she connects with,
as he connected with her.
A carefree runaway.
Whose ideas you should behold
Never reject them.
For they are the same as ours
Because he too was human.
Until the conversion had begun.
Gray, Blue, Violet,
Depending on the light.
Blond hair, white in the light.
Life, human life doesn't remain with him anymore.
Only the life of blood lust and night.
But never scared, never regretted it.
His mother shows no emotion,
very little is even shown even to him.
He is the one and only son she connects with,
as he connected with her.
A carefree runaway.
Whose ideas you should behold
Never reject them.
For they are the same as ours
Because he too was human.
Until the conversion had begun.
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