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Post by wistfuldragon on May 7, 2007 23:29:03 GMT -6
I know you are here
felt as my own skin
Come let us have at it
Pacing around me
looking for a weakness
will not help you
You and I have played out
our endless drama
far too many times
Never a winner
Nor a loser
We simply continue to fight
Life after Life
Sword to Sword
It should have ended
so long ago
I am weary of it
Silently you’ve stalked me
to the ends of our world
Further still
through hell’s fire
all seven levels
Sleek attacks
bloodletting blows
from shadowed positions
We were bound by fate
Locked for all time
in our dance of love
possessed by hate
Forever to repeat the
deeds worked in wickedness
The pathetic ruins of
what was that now isn’t
Brief release comes only
when both die
Shattered peace in a heartbeat
as we are reborn out of ashes
For death holds no sway
To live it all again
The search rekindled
Lifetimes of knowledge built
Regarding the other
Used as a means of torture
Yet we stand strangers
in every other sense…
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Post by wistfuldragon on May 7, 2007 23:34:29 GMT -6
"If we must die let it not be by the sword.....but in each other's arms!"
Aye I hear your voice
Nay I feel it
Flowing thru my soul
as it has always done
My brave love
Have you forgotten we are bound
By heart
Soul
Fate
Love
Hate
All these lives spent in love
To return to hate
Die...we have done that
in numerous form
By sword
arrow
dagger
As well twined in two
Love spilling forth as water from a spout
Poisoned wine
lasting taste on lifeless shapes
When did we partake of that wine
I forget myself
Times past so many times over
Then we woke under earth and stone
Separated
Alone
I found you once
still loving the memories of you
Caught sight of you
Changed
Yet you still the same
A sense I suppose lead me to you
Breathe stilled
As a new love took my place
A place a earned thru love
Haunted I became
Obsessed
Provoked into actions
I regret
Had I then made myself
known to you
I would have no need to question
my love
nor you
Consumed by rejection
forced into terrible agony
Sights sounds oblivion
Aye I hear your voice echo
causing pain
memories
of times spent whole in your embrace
Then emptiness
Hollow left aching for a touch
A thousand years
More perhaps
Forsaking all else but you
Either in fight or passions keep
I have always been here
You call to me taunts
As if I should heed it
Come running into your arms
I wish I could
Ease the ache
Love you
I fear you
Clever one
Stealthy
Have at a taunt me running
into the tip of your sword
At once falling again at your feet
Save for this fear I would
If only you felt the pull
of your voice upon my heart
I fight against you even now
to still myself that I not
follow such sweet sirens call
Tricks we have used cunningly
to get the other
Nay I shall stand awaiting
in this clearing
Come out of the woods
Brave love
Let me see those words cross your lips
Sight sound
Come then
I am at the ready
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Post by wistfuldragon on May 7, 2007 23:38:20 GMT -6
I thought myself past all of this
Resigned to spend eternity in chains
After all I was at fault
Was it not me who let loose the first cruelties
Lashing out at you for being so beautiful
Casting doubts into my mind that I would not be enough
Heaven let an angel fall into my arms
For which I had not the strength to hold
That angel fell once more
An even farther distance than that of heaven to earth
I have only known the pain I have felt since then
Now it makes me ponder the pain you have carried
All those wasted years, the tears
Grace spat at me with force unfelt before
Knocking me to the ground as you were spirited away
Lost to me as if I had never held you
I knew I had for the warmth of you clung to me
Such a bitter memory that time distorted more so
Lives lived haunted by the thoughts of you
Visions of beauty seen by spiteful eyes
Darkness fell in relief to cover those visions
Eyes blinded heart left feeling
Love, Hate I am of both
I wish to see you now in all your beauty
I know I can without doubt behold that
For my greatest fear as already taken from me
My greatest love
I know it can not repeat such an act of cruelty
A lesson learned hard or easy is still learned
Suffering has it's reason
Even if the reason is only to help a fool see again
The sorrow comes from you warmth left upon my skin
Yet I am filled with a coldness overpowering any warmth
Of my nights the dreams are countless
Filling my days with faded recollections
There was time when you were held securely in my arms
Brief in reality of time itself
For me not so as I recall the glory of it
The wondrous union of us
So in fact I have had you every night of my lives
In every dream I have had across land and sea
Despite the weakness in me to hold you I have held you
Still
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Post by wistfuldragon on May 7, 2007 23:40:52 GMT -6
I woke last night in the darkness
from a dream you were in
In my hand I held yours
gasped as it turned to ash
Blown away from me on a breeze
nothing left to hold
I cried as I sat in my empty bed
Loneliness my blanket
I feared sleep's return
to have another empty dream
Could I not at least have in my dreams
that which I do not have in my life
Darkness hides yet holds no comfort
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Post by wistfuldragon on May 7, 2007 23:42:40 GMT -6
If the smashing of my mirror would revoke
the curse upon my face I would partake of such
I know however it will do nothing except
make another mess for me to put right
As well would have no effect on the stain
that you have left in my heart
Nor will it change the soured taste on my lips
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Post by wistfuldragon on May 7, 2007 23:45:33 GMT -6
Exile
The darkness finds me in exile
Locked away in a self made prison
Unable to communicate the saddness
for fear of bringing others to dispair
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Post by wistfuldragon on May 7, 2007 23:48:14 GMT -6
There is no shield which will save me
from the blows you deal upon my heart
I am left unprotected
Not given a chance to heal from one attack
to the next wounds open bleeding freely
Yet no one sees
no one hears
no one believes
I see I hear and I have been made to believe
The leaving only changed the tactics of attacks
Each passing day sees me strengthen
soon a shield of my making will be in place
I will stand protected unharmed
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Post by wistfuldragon on May 7, 2007 23:49:23 GMT -6
What have I become
To take up sword against you
Cursing all the while the voice of what was
Anger swiftly comes as darkness falls
I am left to feel remorse for who I was
Broken self trying desperately to mend
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Post by wistfuldragon on May 7, 2007 23:51:36 GMT -6
The only good left in me
You say
Indeed you are right
For every night I lay dreaming of
blade crossing blade
Movements echoing off each other
Metal biting into flesh
To let loose the deluge of red
Locked as we are in this battle of love and hate
Have at me I say fight with all that is you
Put not anger and revenge into word but in action
You've no right to say I am inhuman unless
you admit the same for yourself
Years you have dogged my steps shadowing my actions
Learning as it were how best to take me out
Come then foul beloved have your revenge
Every step every actions a mistake or betrayal
Of this I am sure for it is the only way you see me
Frozen in one moment of time that repeats itself
I loved you with all there was of me once
Tis true I have hated you with as much passion
Now I find myself in slaved by those emotions
Not even death breaks my chains to you
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Post by anirbas on May 8, 2007 7:44:43 GMT -6
A major treat to read your melodic narratives, once more!!!!!!
~*~
"I woke last night in the darkness
from a dream you were in
In my hand I held yours
gasped as it turned to ash
Blown away from me on a breeze
nothing left to hold
I cried as I sat in my empty bed
Loneliness my blanket
I feared sleep's return
to have another empty dream
Could I not at least have in my dreams
that which I do not have in my life
Darkness hides yet holds no comfort"
~Wistfuldragon.
*CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!!!!!!!!!*
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Post by MsM on May 23, 2007 21:47:05 GMT -6
My Darkness whispers...
say what you will...
tell how he ripped you up...
left you for over and done...
with no mercy in his actions...
release the built up pain...
let go the words of acid...
freedom is in expression...
make him know the pain...
scream it out so he will hear...
acid words for acid deeds...
My own voice whispers back...
that would only make me less...
show him I was never worth him...
it makes him right...makes me wrong...
I can not spill acid from my mouth...
can not spit that acid in his face...
burning him as I am burned...
as much as the drakness that is me...
wants to hurt him...returning the favor...
the lightness in me...what little is left...
would not forgive myself those actions...
When all is said and done...
it was I who let him in...
was I who let him hurt me...
It was I...not him who started this...
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Post by MsM on May 24, 2007 12:15:29 GMT -6
Tragic love...blissful Darkness...
I was in need...
I was wrong...
that love was wrong...
so here I will heal in my blissful Darkness...
with only the echo of my heartbeats to distract...
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Post by wistfuldragon on May 25, 2007 23:27:00 GMT -6
Yes...
I started this...
as I end it now...
in my heart...in our world...
Done now...Done...Done...Done...
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Post by anirbas on May 26, 2007 8:02:07 GMT -6
luscious romantic cypherical nascence...that last one, especially resonated through my soul...
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Post by wistfuldragon on May 26, 2007 19:14:29 GMT -6
Thank you dear friend...you make me smile...
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Post by anirbas on Jun 2, 2007 9:12:21 GMT -6
KNocK kNocK...
Is Mishie home?
Can Mishie come out to play?
I've got dark chocolate m&m's to share...
And gaptoothed smiles galore
wreathing my face...
We can sit on the floor
and play jacks and more...
Operation and Aggravation...
But, we ain't a playing with no stupid barbies!!!!!
gigglegigglegiggle...Mishie? Here in this box I am standing
here wondering, Mishie, oh Mishie, where in the world is she???
Still in bed, probably, two hours behind me...gigglegiggle...Nir.
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Post by cousin Itt on Jun 2, 2007 10:51:55 GMT -6
my word ! this whole group of
responses and poems is mind-blowing!
i've never seen so much expression in
one place as in this site. not this special.
and certainly not as honest as this stuff.
really nice work.
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Post by wistfuldragon on Jun 2, 2007 14:02:50 GMT -6
Lady Nir...to tell the truth...I've had a bit (no...a lot) of DRAMA...here in Wistfuldragonville...for the last week and a half...I'd rather have been here playing with you than here messing with this crap...I am dramatic...but I don't do DRAMA...ugh...lol...I adore you most Lady Anir for all that you've been to me on the road we are sharing...
cousin Itt...welcome guest...much tanks to you for your kind words...sometimes it is the beauty of the darkness that brings out such works...sometimes it is the pain of what was and will never be again...does not matter...the result is enough...love in darkness's bliss...
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Post by wistfuldragon on Jun 2, 2007 14:59:34 GMT -6
In this darkness lies stillness
for fear something wicked does come
Playing within the shadows of his home
wondering around the deeps in search
Sniffing the air...caressing the branches
knowing his quest is nearer than believed afore
There is a mist through the trees tonight
scents of water swirling...of animals hiding...fear
The knowing takes him over makes him frantic
spurs his feet to running fast and faster still
In silence breaks his speed nearer so near
head back he sniffs the winds for the one scent
The one scent that will set him free...her scent
of musk soft in sable musk teasing his senses
Howling on full...the anger...the pain...the love...
"You are here beautiful Darkness...you are here...
Why then not show yourself to me instead of this
wild run we have been on...chasing you...fall into it
Show yourself my most hauntingly beautiful Darkness!"
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Post by anirbas on Jun 2, 2007 19:08:08 GMT -6
Cuz Itt...Are you related to our Nimsical? Curiosity killed
the cat and satisfaction brought her back...And yes, I echo our Mishie's words--
Hail and welcome to our alternate universe of poetry...
Mishie...Drama, drama, drama, will steal our youth and make us look like a llama, llama, llama...
You sound like me...I'm dramatic, but I don't do drama...Drama drains me...Hang in there...Now I really do have to go help cook dinner...Nir.
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Post by dawness on Jun 4, 2007 13:46:32 GMT -6
forget the trumphets howling
for your name
they choked in the midst of your
banging pain
forget how the dahlias
smelled for your sacred mementos
of ripped past's refrains
if you must be absent from
the glow of all that overflows from
this chalice that is bottomless
at least
do not forget my face
remember my seasonless eyes
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Post by wistfuldragon on Jun 4, 2007 19:15:57 GMT -6
Tasty bit there dawness...dark beauty... ;D
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Post by anirbas on Jun 6, 2007 2:23:11 GMT -6
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Post by wistfuldragon on Jun 6, 2007 7:50:06 GMT -6
I stand in the sun
with the warmth washing over me...
The beauty is captivating
yet leaves me wanting more...more...
The shadows lengthen
a familiar feeling grows
The darkness is descending
home is calling...
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Post by wistfuldragon on Jun 8, 2007 22:26:47 GMT -6
Wait...
I know what you're telling me...
In all the signs you're sending...
Its time for me to return home...
I'll go...if only to be free once more...
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Post by anirbas on Jun 8, 2007 22:46:10 GMT -6
Free once more...
Is what we'll be...
You, you, you...
And even me...
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Post by wistfuldragon on Jun 8, 2007 22:56:21 GMT -6
Yes...
you...you...you...
and even me...
Free to share coffee
while sitting on the deck
looking out over the clear blue
of the Lake...my lake...my sweet home of green...
free to be who we were always meant to be...and safe once more...
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Post by anirbas on Jun 8, 2007 23:06:02 GMT -6
safe once more...
what a glorious ring
those three words have...
spoken to myself, or outloud...
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Post by wistfuldragon on Jun 9, 2007 0:58:09 GMT -6
Yes
they ring true
dear friend
we deserve to be safe
to be loved true
held in the arms of forever...
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Post by Sam on Jun 13, 2007 15:40:09 GMT -6
Wonderful thread!!!!  Sam |
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