TheKmank
10-18-2008, 01:29 PM
Hey guys, new to writing poetry so be nice :)
Harras?
Is it only I who hear the name ‘Harras’ in such
and think of that which I delight?
Or is it my mind kindling in its own idleness
that I must manifest its unaccustomed reality?
Both are but puerile questions to ask my being,
churning ambiguity in to its environment.
Oh that which my mind perceives as Harras
how exquisite in the light your imagery can be!
And how forceful that imagery that you reduce
mind’s meek vision of all temporality to ash.
So enjoyable in nature that it gives verve and entity
to the flavourlessness that blights the world.
From unconscious I have crawled out, uncertain of motive,
striving towards it with passion.
And my naïve thoughts pictured that I could obtain
Harras’ love for myself, my naïve and selfish thoughts.
Such thoughts brought disgust my eyes,
beguiling my actions toward pain and loneliness.
Where once I was considered to be the highest in Harras,
I was robbed! Lay I defeated by fate. Triumphed another,
one that continues to foil me to this day,
such one I have yet even to seen portray,
I wonder victor, what way are you superior to me?
Be you less ill? Sharpened? More potent?
Power that be, silence it! Hush my contention,
for it brings chill, horror and desperation!
I feel myself calm trying to bring logic to the situation,
trying to search for a worthy explanation.
In the depth of it I have only myself to blame,
whit my hindsight as a encumbering burden.
But am I just manifesting in my own hate and spite?
For currently I dwell to the dark inside the light.
Even beauty has its follies and suddenly and without cause
Harras can jump into a deep and dark depression.
Depression so black it could besiege the mightiest fortress,
and shatter its foundations with but a glance.
Yet I continue to stay close with what I perceive as Harras,
Watching and protecting no matter happens en route
Is such love? Such is my love. Is it not Harras?
Harras?
Is it only I who hear the name ‘Harras’ in such
and think of that which I delight?
Or is it my mind kindling in its own idleness
that I must manifest its unaccustomed reality?
Both are but puerile questions to ask my being,
churning ambiguity in to its environment.
Oh that which my mind perceives as Harras
how exquisite in the light your imagery can be!
And how forceful that imagery that you reduce
mind’s meek vision of all temporality to ash.
So enjoyable in nature that it gives verve and entity
to the flavourlessness that blights the world.
From unconscious I have crawled out, uncertain of motive,
striving towards it with passion.
And my naïve thoughts pictured that I could obtain
Harras’ love for myself, my naïve and selfish thoughts.
Such thoughts brought disgust my eyes,
beguiling my actions toward pain and loneliness.
Where once I was considered to be the highest in Harras,
I was robbed! Lay I defeated by fate. Triumphed another,
one that continues to foil me to this day,
such one I have yet even to seen portray,
I wonder victor, what way are you superior to me?
Be you less ill? Sharpened? More potent?
Power that be, silence it! Hush my contention,
for it brings chill, horror and desperation!
I feel myself calm trying to bring logic to the situation,
trying to search for a worthy explanation.
In the depth of it I have only myself to blame,
whit my hindsight as a encumbering burden.
But am I just manifesting in my own hate and spite?
For currently I dwell to the dark inside the light.
Even beauty has its follies and suddenly and without cause
Harras can jump into a deep and dark depression.
Depression so black it could besiege the mightiest fortress,
and shatter its foundations with but a glance.
Yet I continue to stay close with what I perceive as Harras,
Watching and protecting no matter happens en route
Is such love? Such is my love. Is it not Harras?