Louisos
10-14-2008, 02:36 PM
It is a collection of poems that forms a short story, so I think it belongs here.
Escape preservation by preserving your escape
I
through this clear window,
see all the things he intended me to
see.
I
stay still in this room,
stagnant with the putrid
remnants of a mirror’s
gaze.
I
never leave this place of stillness,
no one comes to my place of stillness,
the window dirties, all blurs to black,
it breaks the spell of snow white wonder,
making a leper of my own self preservation.
I
am never touched,
Never seen or tasted,
Never smelled nor heard.
Crawling from this room of piteous splendour,
I rot in fleeing
the winter’s chase,
the summer sun,
the spring’s blossom,
autumnal rain.
All blurs to black and breaks the spell
of my bleak preservation.
I
Wizard – fallen star
Conjuring the power to look within my soul,
you,
me,
we,
wince at the sight of a mangled form that breathes
slowly, heavily, painfully, tragically.
The breaths become longer,
the day becomes shorter,
my life becomes bigger;
as I see the truth that I have dressed in a robe of deceit.
A fallen star does little to numb the hurt,
A fallen angel does more to tempt me,
to tempt me!
Into a fate befitting a king of peasantry,
dishonour, treachery, the death of life.
My breaths, become shorter, once more.
Walls of fire,
of wrath,
of rage,
bind me to consequence,
bind my shadow to consequence,
shackle my soul to consequence.
This cruelty is kind
to love
bound flesh,
for reminding me of consequence,
for shackling me to consequence,
massages my love bound flesh
that did, in eternal beauty
walk through these walls!
Through this fire,
through this wrath,
through this rage.
What did it find?
Celestial light?
Boundless freedom?
No, this is not freedom; this light is lurid,
hot at the core.
this freedom weighted by untenable insanity,
sedated by intangible agony.
My sin dripped tongue
causes temporary numb
to the pain that it brings unto me.
Pity my free soul,
for it is burned by the breeze of heavenly peace,
numbed to the pain of its feather whip.
All I want,
are those walls of fire.
I will not let you go
Entangled in the roots of sorrow,
I can’t let you go, free
me from this house of terror,
or I can’t let you go,
hunting for the tastes of pleasure,
how can I let you go?
Why do you leave me begging for more?
Do you love to hear me moan?
Satiate my last desire, before
I let you go,
eat my flesh; my heart of fire,
before I let you go,
cry for me,
lie for me,
before I let you go.
You’ve freed me from this house of pleasure,
you’ve given me the tastes of terror;
satiated my last desire,
eaten my flesh; my heart of fire,
you’ve cried for me,
you’ve lied for me,
But I will not let you go.
Broken,
Eyes dilated,
seduced by flashing lights.
I had a dream last night,
while the cold whirred past my window
of shattered
confidence;
technicolor vivid
and paved with carats
of dirty gold
so
here I stand,
sit,
lie,
writhe. -
Give me sunlight; good medicine
for the ebbing pleasures of
this adolescent suburb.
Throwing wide these curtains I reveal my hiding place-
urging to kick start the pulse of this day,
I park myself in your body, and I intend to stay;
to be consumed by the fires
of bodily desire, that extinguish
this inferno of tranquillisers.
You are sunlight,
you are the sunlight;
good medicine,
sweet medicine
for chemicals divine,
euphoria sublime.
The value of corruption
Liquid silver crashes to the ground,
a puddle of beauty, a puddle nevertheless
scarred with the blade of mal-regard
the silver loses all.
Dropping it, I cry out
to the heavens, to the hells
of fiery beauty, celestial horror
inverse propaganda confuses water and fire.
I try to pick it up, with hands cupped like shovels.
It will not work, it is lost forever
still beautiful, but somehow tainted
with a darkness as pure as hell.
First I must say,
"I love you."
But
when we are torn apart by the guards of your dear heart,
I hate it
I hate them
I hate you.
"I love you."
It stabs me;
visciously, lovingly, ruthlessly
on this altar of trickery we are played by them,
I hate them
I hate it
I hate you
"I love you."
But it's not your fault,
isn’t it?
Do I feel?
Washing over me like a wave of
aching,
a tide of fatigue that never goes out,
and endless candle.
Blown out only by the winds
of my desire,
stirred only by your ethereal presence.
This chalice of mine, full of fiery silver;
any more drops,
and more experiences,
are nothing
to this chalice of fiery liquid.
Nothing to my chalice.
This is all evolution
Nothing left, there never was.
only fragments- shards
of pristine emptiness, that filled the spectrum
of white light;
making beauty personified
from this spectrum of dissonance.
under your wing, I soar through the clouds,
once white; now blackened by the electric charge
of innocent
sin.
Shackles grow from the stillness,
the silence of beauty-broken by these shards-
crying out, we stumble free!
Potency gained,
Science obtained,
Presence sustained
(Omni)
Innocence is a crime.
This is all evolution.
Cheers,
Louis
Escape preservation by preserving your escape
I
through this clear window,
see all the things he intended me to
see.
I
stay still in this room,
stagnant with the putrid
remnants of a mirror’s
gaze.
I
never leave this place of stillness,
no one comes to my place of stillness,
the window dirties, all blurs to black,
it breaks the spell of snow white wonder,
making a leper of my own self preservation.
I
am never touched,
Never seen or tasted,
Never smelled nor heard.
Crawling from this room of piteous splendour,
I rot in fleeing
the winter’s chase,
the summer sun,
the spring’s blossom,
autumnal rain.
All blurs to black and breaks the spell
of my bleak preservation.
I
Wizard – fallen star
Conjuring the power to look within my soul,
you,
me,
we,
wince at the sight of a mangled form that breathes
slowly, heavily, painfully, tragically.
The breaths become longer,
the day becomes shorter,
my life becomes bigger;
as I see the truth that I have dressed in a robe of deceit.
A fallen star does little to numb the hurt,
A fallen angel does more to tempt me,
to tempt me!
Into a fate befitting a king of peasantry,
dishonour, treachery, the death of life.
My breaths, become shorter, once more.
Walls of fire,
of wrath,
of rage,
bind me to consequence,
bind my shadow to consequence,
shackle my soul to consequence.
This cruelty is kind
to love
bound flesh,
for reminding me of consequence,
for shackling me to consequence,
massages my love bound flesh
that did, in eternal beauty
walk through these walls!
Through this fire,
through this wrath,
through this rage.
What did it find?
Celestial light?
Boundless freedom?
No, this is not freedom; this light is lurid,
hot at the core.
this freedom weighted by untenable insanity,
sedated by intangible agony.
My sin dripped tongue
causes temporary numb
to the pain that it brings unto me.
Pity my free soul,
for it is burned by the breeze of heavenly peace,
numbed to the pain of its feather whip.
All I want,
are those walls of fire.
I will not let you go
Entangled in the roots of sorrow,
I can’t let you go, free
me from this house of terror,
or I can’t let you go,
hunting for the tastes of pleasure,
how can I let you go?
Why do you leave me begging for more?
Do you love to hear me moan?
Satiate my last desire, before
I let you go,
eat my flesh; my heart of fire,
before I let you go,
cry for me,
lie for me,
before I let you go.
You’ve freed me from this house of pleasure,
you’ve given me the tastes of terror;
satiated my last desire,
eaten my flesh; my heart of fire,
you’ve cried for me,
you’ve lied for me,
But I will not let you go.
Broken,
Eyes dilated,
seduced by flashing lights.
I had a dream last night,
while the cold whirred past my window
of shattered
confidence;
technicolor vivid
and paved with carats
of dirty gold
so
here I stand,
sit,
lie,
writhe. -
Give me sunlight; good medicine
for the ebbing pleasures of
this adolescent suburb.
Throwing wide these curtains I reveal my hiding place-
urging to kick start the pulse of this day,
I park myself in your body, and I intend to stay;
to be consumed by the fires
of bodily desire, that extinguish
this inferno of tranquillisers.
You are sunlight,
you are the sunlight;
good medicine,
sweet medicine
for chemicals divine,
euphoria sublime.
The value of corruption
Liquid silver crashes to the ground,
a puddle of beauty, a puddle nevertheless
scarred with the blade of mal-regard
the silver loses all.
Dropping it, I cry out
to the heavens, to the hells
of fiery beauty, celestial horror
inverse propaganda confuses water and fire.
I try to pick it up, with hands cupped like shovels.
It will not work, it is lost forever
still beautiful, but somehow tainted
with a darkness as pure as hell.
First I must say,
"I love you."
But
when we are torn apart by the guards of your dear heart,
I hate it
I hate them
I hate you.
"I love you."
It stabs me;
visciously, lovingly, ruthlessly
on this altar of trickery we are played by them,
I hate them
I hate it
I hate you
"I love you."
But it's not your fault,
isn’t it?
Do I feel?
Washing over me like a wave of
aching,
a tide of fatigue that never goes out,
and endless candle.
Blown out only by the winds
of my desire,
stirred only by your ethereal presence.
This chalice of mine, full of fiery silver;
any more drops,
and more experiences,
are nothing
to this chalice of fiery liquid.
Nothing to my chalice.
This is all evolution
Nothing left, there never was.
only fragments- shards
of pristine emptiness, that filled the spectrum
of white light;
making beauty personified
from this spectrum of dissonance.
under your wing, I soar through the clouds,
once white; now blackened by the electric charge
of innocent
sin.
Shackles grow from the stillness,
the silence of beauty-broken by these shards-
crying out, we stumble free!
Potency gained,
Science obtained,
Presence sustained
(Omni)
Innocence is a crime.
This is all evolution.
Cheers,
Louis