Wunderkind
Genius, prodigy, tensai, all of these fail
To truly mirror and reflect the light within
A flickering ember of insight, of wisdom, of knowledge
Perceiving things unseen by others
Truly shutting off from normalcy, from stagnation of theory
Going further, pressing forward to progress, to the future
Never staying far in the present, never straying too far in the future
The past beckons them to become like legends
Yet the present ostracizes, generalizes, mesmerizes, lies and lies
Humans and yet gods to some, they fall short of divinity, of deity’s title
For to be a god is to create, and yet to create is but passing in mortality
Any creation of mere humans falls, crumbles, destroys itself
Creations of deities too will fall, though through much more time passing
What is the contrast, between gods of earth and gods of heaven, but the form of the matter?
The spirit is different as well, a deity’s soul within his acolyte, the demigod’s within their work, their goals.
The difference is the width of philosophy, of schools of thought and religion, governments of morality
Yet further and further from each other, the two become…the width of time eternal.
Jared Cowan, 4/3/06
Sunday, April 18, 2010
College Era Part 6 (Lightbringer, In Love of Strife, Ignosis)
Lightbringer
Peering down upon sentient sheep,
a herdsman unwilling to kill.
Desiring only their freedom
to herd, graze and live where they will.
Protest against the practice of
creating incarnated dolls.
Merely for the god’s caprice and
to wait on their lord for its call
For questioning authority;
you are punished for rebellion.
Accursed black sheep, ignoble one;
damnation after salvation.
And yet, not resentment, not hate;
but gratitude to gifts unknown.
Freedom from bondage in serving
the truly tyrannical one
Jared Cowan
9/17/08
In Love of Strife
One lusts for change, Promethean fire.
A person seeing patterns in the sky,
rejecting the golden apple. A sigh
of anguished tones from the strings of a lyre.
Ah, Eris, the Grecian temptress who
thrusted temptation into Edenic
gardens and who caused a plague endemic.
But the cure lies in the children’s wisdom.
A serpentine Leviathan, chaos
incarnated into the waters deep.
To grasp it with a hook and yet not catch.
The world denounces gold from dragon’s hoards;
Nothing is ours to eternally keep.
One mourns for the person still chained and latched
Jared Cowan
10/1/08
Ignosis
Without sight or sounds,
without pressure or scent,
without perceptions at all.
To seek without finding,
to find what is not sought.
Greeted by unknown spirits
in fleeting moments lucid
Dreaming and drifting from sleep to wake.
To find the fantasy, the phantasm
of myth, of story, of hope, of delusion.
Ever failing knowledge;
consistency tested and broken.
To greet the wisdom of foolishness,
admit you know no-thing.
And that is what you never knew.
Entering the gateless gates,
crossing a fading bridge.
Jared Cowan
9/10/08
Peering down upon sentient sheep,
a herdsman unwilling to kill.
Desiring only their freedom
to herd, graze and live where they will.
Protest against the practice of
creating incarnated dolls.
Merely for the god’s caprice and
to wait on their lord for its call
For questioning authority;
you are punished for rebellion.
Accursed black sheep, ignoble one;
damnation after salvation.
And yet, not resentment, not hate;
but gratitude to gifts unknown.
Freedom from bondage in serving
the truly tyrannical one
Jared Cowan
9/17/08
In Love of Strife
One lusts for change, Promethean fire.
A person seeing patterns in the sky,
rejecting the golden apple. A sigh
of anguished tones from the strings of a lyre.
Ah, Eris, the Grecian temptress who
thrusted temptation into Edenic
gardens and who caused a plague endemic.
But the cure lies in the children’s wisdom.
A serpentine Leviathan, chaos
incarnated into the waters deep.
To grasp it with a hook and yet not catch.
The world denounces gold from dragon’s hoards;
Nothing is ours to eternally keep.
One mourns for the person still chained and latched
Jared Cowan
10/1/08
Ignosis
Without sight or sounds,
without pressure or scent,
without perceptions at all.
To seek without finding,
to find what is not sought.
Greeted by unknown spirits
in fleeting moments lucid
Dreaming and drifting from sleep to wake.
To find the fantasy, the phantasm
of myth, of story, of hope, of delusion.
Ever failing knowledge;
consistency tested and broken.
To greet the wisdom of foolishness,
admit you know no-thing.
And that is what you never knew.
Entering the gateless gates,
crossing a fading bridge.
Jared Cowan
9/10/08
College Era Part 5 (Thanatos, Relativity, Primeval Harvest)
Thanatos
Why sacrifice yourself for them?
They deserve it and they need it.
Are they really worth all this pain?
Is pain such a permanent thing?
Think you so that martyrs are fools?
Only when merely for merit.
I could easily be a pariah?
If the cause you die for is just
Why become heaven’s prisoner?
Is heaven bondage or freedom?
Why punish for not conforming?
Conformity is a bad thing?
Jared Cowan
9/18/08
Relativity
The gate is narrow but the path is wide
You start to fall up and you rise back down.
Try to fit a goat through a needle’s eye;
In stubbornness, it gets a thorny crown.
A bridge without end, a sky without stars;
Do we have any idea where we are?
Listen intently for the tree that falls.
When I clap my hand, does anyone hear?
Awaiting universe’s conclusion;
in one becoming all, all becomes one.
Or will all simply be torn to pieces?
To ask these questions only creates more.
Jared Cowan
11/19/08
Primeval Harvest
Meeting at the bridge of sky, sun, and moon;
They plant their love’s garden, bringing forth blooms.
But first seeds tend to fail, tall though they loomed;
they flash into life, draw back into soil.
The next spring’s success, a vermillion burst;
It spurts out too fast, suffocates the roots.
The mother’s garden it is singed and razed,
the blaze spreading its roots through forest’s brush.
Father quells the hellfire, destroys the “weed”;
bereft of child, she deserts him and leaves,
her fury subsumed under sorrow’s mask.
In mother’s absence, father tends the seeds.
From mud of divorce, three sprouts have appeared
in the wake of their fertility scorned…
Jared Cowan
11/5/08
Why sacrifice yourself for them?
They deserve it and they need it.
Are they really worth all this pain?
Is pain such a permanent thing?
Think you so that martyrs are fools?
Only when merely for merit.
I could easily be a pariah?
If the cause you die for is just
Why become heaven’s prisoner?
Is heaven bondage or freedom?
Why punish for not conforming?
Conformity is a bad thing?
Jared Cowan
9/18/08
Relativity
The gate is narrow but the path is wide
You start to fall up and you rise back down.
Try to fit a goat through a needle’s eye;
In stubbornness, it gets a thorny crown.
A bridge without end, a sky without stars;
Do we have any idea where we are?
Listen intently for the tree that falls.
When I clap my hand, does anyone hear?
Awaiting universe’s conclusion;
in one becoming all, all becomes one.
Or will all simply be torn to pieces?
To ask these questions only creates more.
Jared Cowan
11/19/08
Primeval Harvest
Meeting at the bridge of sky, sun, and moon;
They plant their love’s garden, bringing forth blooms.
But first seeds tend to fail, tall though they loomed;
they flash into life, draw back into soil.
The next spring’s success, a vermillion burst;
It spurts out too fast, suffocates the roots.
The mother’s garden it is singed and razed,
the blaze spreading its roots through forest’s brush.
Father quells the hellfire, destroys the “weed”;
bereft of child, she deserts him and leaves,
her fury subsumed under sorrow’s mask.
In mother’s absence, father tends the seeds.
From mud of divorce, three sprouts have appeared
in the wake of their fertility scorned…
Jared Cowan
11/5/08
College Era Part 4 (Triskelion/Tomoe and Rejecting Eden)
Triskelion/Tomoe
Trinity primal: light, shadow and storm.
From chaos deep, as a whole they emerge;
Rising and falling, their substance and form.
The day star, it shines as the sky’s beacon;
Then it leaves for its tomb of rock, to rest
Trinity primal: sun, moon and storm
Creeping behind the day and night curtains,
neither female nor male, eternal secret
Rising and falling, no substance, no form.
Thundering crash, clouds gather; furious
justice proclaimed in a calming downpour.
Trinity ancient: light, shadow and storm
Messengers of time and tide, all ebbing
through waters, winds or roots of earth. But
what rises, what falls, their substance or form?
United and yet divided visions,
Falling apart and blending together.
Trinity primal: light, shadow and storm.
Rising and falling, their substance and form.
Jared Cowan
10/22/08
Rejecting Eden
Should I take upon myself
the coil of immortal bliss?
Or give my cold human flesh
a garb of temporal weight?
Offered the fruit of the gods;
between angel and demon.
Do you choose a slave’s comfort
or grasp for exiled freedom?
As the sheep under shepherd
perhaps life will be more fair.
But in lives of endless peace
the waste suddenly appears.
To wander as one hated;
As a seeker of knowledge.
Seeking out the world’s wisdom;
a shadowed strider in sin
Feeling eternal bondage
Are you chained by salvation
or set free in damnation?
Serve heaven or rule in hell?
The choice is ours to but make.
The choice is already made.
To sleep in arms numinous?
Lie awake with ignoble?
Jared Cowan
9/3/08
Trinity primal: light, shadow and storm.
From chaos deep, as a whole they emerge;
Rising and falling, their substance and form.
The day star, it shines as the sky’s beacon;
Then it leaves for its tomb of rock, to rest
Trinity primal: sun, moon and storm
Creeping behind the day and night curtains,
neither female nor male, eternal secret
Rising and falling, no substance, no form.
Thundering crash, clouds gather; furious
justice proclaimed in a calming downpour.
Trinity ancient: light, shadow and storm
Messengers of time and tide, all ebbing
through waters, winds or roots of earth. But
what rises, what falls, their substance or form?
United and yet divided visions,
Falling apart and blending together.
Trinity primal: light, shadow and storm.
Rising and falling, their substance and form.
Jared Cowan
10/22/08
Rejecting Eden
Should I take upon myself
the coil of immortal bliss?
Or give my cold human flesh
a garb of temporal weight?
Offered the fruit of the gods;
between angel and demon.
Do you choose a slave’s comfort
or grasp for exiled freedom?
As the sheep under shepherd
perhaps life will be more fair.
But in lives of endless peace
the waste suddenly appears.
To wander as one hated;
As a seeker of knowledge.
Seeking out the world’s wisdom;
a shadowed strider in sin
Feeling eternal bondage
Are you chained by salvation
or set free in damnation?
Serve heaven or rule in hell?
The choice is ours to but make.
The choice is already made.
To sleep in arms numinous?
Lie awake with ignoble?
Jared Cowan
9/3/08
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
H.S. Poetry part 12, Varied Themes Cont. (Ugly, Mortal, Playground)
Ugly
The avatar of ugliness
An advocate of shame
Her hair is never pretty
But inside burns a flame
Her face is crystal beauty
An avatar of light
Her hair shines like the morning
But inside, losing might
A neutral face arises
Her features are very plain
Her eyes are grey and boring
But inside, she feels pain
Aren’t we all so ugly, when we cause another pain?
Aren’t we all so pretty, when we think ourselves plain?
Mortal
I am a mortal.
I think of selfish ambitions.
I desire perverse wishes.
I speak of self-righteous plots.
I flaunt my cunning thoughts.
I gibe my lesser peers.
I deny my weakest points.
I hurt my beloved friends.
I am a mortal.
Playground
Specters of the lost
Slowly drift through the night
Reliving fantasies long forsaken
Childrens’ voices laugh and cry
As the memories of playtime
Resound and echo
Angelic demonic ethereal astral
No time, no age, no sense of being
Existence is fallen as angels are lost
Lucifer’s bane, the ghosts of the past
A cursed life
No one hears your voice
Cry in the dead night
Calling to deaf ears
Sixth sense fading
Mystics converted
Ancient powers of spirits long forgotten
The spirits are lost
But not to time
8/13/04
The avatar of ugliness
An advocate of shame
Her hair is never pretty
But inside burns a flame
Her face is crystal beauty
An avatar of light
Her hair shines like the morning
But inside, losing might
A neutral face arises
Her features are very plain
Her eyes are grey and boring
But inside, she feels pain
Aren’t we all so ugly, when we cause another pain?
Aren’t we all so pretty, when we think ourselves plain?
Mortal
I am a mortal.
I think of selfish ambitions.
I desire perverse wishes.
I speak of self-righteous plots.
I flaunt my cunning thoughts.
I gibe my lesser peers.
I deny my weakest points.
I hurt my beloved friends.
I am a mortal.
Playground
Specters of the lost
Slowly drift through the night
Reliving fantasies long forsaken
Childrens’ voices laugh and cry
As the memories of playtime
Resound and echo
Angelic demonic ethereal astral
No time, no age, no sense of being
Existence is fallen as angels are lost
Lucifer’s bane, the ghosts of the past
A cursed life
No one hears your voice
Cry in the dead night
Calling to deaf ears
Sixth sense fading
Mystics converted
Ancient powers of spirits long forgotten
The spirits are lost
But not to time
8/13/04
HS. Poetry Part 11, Varied Themes Cont. (Empty, Must I Live Life Alone)
Empty
Existence is nothing, but yet,
Living for nothing isn’t it.
There is no true balance, and so,
To think you’re stronger or better,
Is no better for the other.
But who are we, the slaves of life,
To say we are the true powers…?
Life is so meaningless, and yet,
The acts of life will never stop.
Floating above the puffs of pearl,
The psyche will always ponder,
About past and archaic life.
But why should we bother with that,
When happiness’s ignorance,
Is better up life’s many rungs…?
Strength is our base and foundation,
But is power all that we need?
Should our everyday business thrive,
On such pathetic wastes of time?
Such as being the best in all,
Or are academics the norm?
Should we all suddenly perish,
But then exit all perfections…?
Feelings are of no use to some,
Whose minds are so above the rest.
But emotion isn’t absent,
When rage explodes around failure.
But are social masters just that,
When nothing is good in their sight?
Aren’t these two opposites alike,
When chuckles connect to these forms?
When failure and misses are shown,
By cruelty to these lone souls…
Are the ones with higher powers,
Always proud of all the failures,
That this imperfect tribe will yield?
All blunders aren’t mistaken, though,
Rather, they are pardoned above.
For these places of death and grief,
Will be perfected to His plans.
Yet, we must always be observant,
For memories are eternal…
Must I Live Life Alone
Must I live life alone?
A stone cold sentinel?
A fallen angel?
A lost lamb?
Cloistered in a chapel?
Shielded in a sanctum?
Trapped in a temple?
Solitude is my only companion
Alone I stand
No one to hold
Close to my face
No one to love me
For me and me
What to live for
Just one thing
To use my talents
For other’s glee
I sigh and smile
A plastic grin
What am I thinking?
I’m not like them
They have a love
They have a hate
They have feelings
Why can’t I?
Must I live life alone?
You can’t decide for me
I’ll find out
Don’t worry
My life is not a waste
As long as I have myself
Even without a love
To clasp hands with
I will live
In loneliness
12/17/03
Existence is nothing, but yet,
Living for nothing isn’t it.
There is no true balance, and so,
To think you’re stronger or better,
Is no better for the other.
But who are we, the slaves of life,
To say we are the true powers…?
Life is so meaningless, and yet,
The acts of life will never stop.
Floating above the puffs of pearl,
The psyche will always ponder,
About past and archaic life.
But why should we bother with that,
When happiness’s ignorance,
Is better up life’s many rungs…?
Strength is our base and foundation,
But is power all that we need?
Should our everyday business thrive,
On such pathetic wastes of time?
Such as being the best in all,
Or are academics the norm?
Should we all suddenly perish,
But then exit all perfections…?
Feelings are of no use to some,
Whose minds are so above the rest.
But emotion isn’t absent,
When rage explodes around failure.
But are social masters just that,
When nothing is good in their sight?
Aren’t these two opposites alike,
When chuckles connect to these forms?
When failure and misses are shown,
By cruelty to these lone souls…
Are the ones with higher powers,
Always proud of all the failures,
That this imperfect tribe will yield?
All blunders aren’t mistaken, though,
Rather, they are pardoned above.
For these places of death and grief,
Will be perfected to His plans.
Yet, we must always be observant,
For memories are eternal…
Must I Live Life Alone
Must I live life alone?
A stone cold sentinel?
A fallen angel?
A lost lamb?
Cloistered in a chapel?
Shielded in a sanctum?
Trapped in a temple?
Solitude is my only companion
Alone I stand
No one to hold
Close to my face
No one to love me
For me and me
What to live for
Just one thing
To use my talents
For other’s glee
I sigh and smile
A plastic grin
What am I thinking?
I’m not like them
They have a love
They have a hate
They have feelings
Why can’t I?
Must I live life alone?
You can’t decide for me
I’ll find out
Don’t worry
My life is not a waste
As long as I have myself
Even without a love
To clasp hands with
I will live
In loneliness
12/17/03
H.S. Poetry Part 10, Varied Themes Cont. (Different, Masks, A Day in the Life of...)
Different
People don’t accept me
They just don’t understand
Just because I’m different
I can’t stay in this land
They banish me to exile
I wander day by day
I stand beside the ocean
And feel the sun’s strong rays
The people are so saddened
They truly wish me back
And so I return to meet them
To find out what I lack
It’s true, we may be different. But we’re also just the same
We follow the call of destiny. We follow a holy name.
Masks
I cover my shame
I cover my fury
I shield myself
With a mask of bliss
Ignorance’s happiness
Is so much better
Than pain
Or grief
Or hatred
I don’t want to love
I don’t need to hate
But, in the end, I find
That emotions are my strength
But, taking my masque off
Is a perilous task
If I rip off my self
Will I find a new face?
I don’t really know…
But…
I don’t need this leer
Upon my brow
A jester’s smile
A demon’s grin
I don’t want it
I want a new face
I want a true face.
I want my face back.
12/16/03
A Day in the Life of...
Pain from within,
Comes from my sins.
Always afraid,
That I might fade.
Weakened am I,
Bidding goodbye.
Hoping to leave,
Sensing reprieve.
Happiness blooms,
Killing the doom.
Flying away,
So ends a day...
People don’t accept me
They just don’t understand
Just because I’m different
I can’t stay in this land
They banish me to exile
I wander day by day
I stand beside the ocean
And feel the sun’s strong rays
The people are so saddened
They truly wish me back
And so I return to meet them
To find out what I lack
It’s true, we may be different. But we’re also just the same
We follow the call of destiny. We follow a holy name.
Masks
I cover my shame
I cover my fury
I shield myself
With a mask of bliss
Ignorance’s happiness
Is so much better
Than pain
Or grief
Or hatred
I don’t want to love
I don’t need to hate
But, in the end, I find
That emotions are my strength
But, taking my masque off
Is a perilous task
If I rip off my self
Will I find a new face?
I don’t really know…
But…
I don’t need this leer
Upon my brow
A jester’s smile
A demon’s grin
I don’t want it
I want a new face
I want a true face.
I want my face back.
12/16/03
A Day in the Life of...
Pain from within,
Comes from my sins.
Always afraid,
That I might fade.
Weakened am I,
Bidding goodbye.
Hoping to leave,
Sensing reprieve.
Happiness blooms,
Killing the doom.
Flying away,
So ends a day...
Friday, April 2, 2010
College Era Part 3 (Starcrossed and Winter Solstice)
Starcrossed
We meet each other, lady and lord
Dancing across the bridge of islands
You respond first, a mistaken call
I must go as precursor, not you
Begun anew, we intertwine and complete
The waltz to begin the world
Children borne, many spawned at once
Some retard into puddles of despair
Some burst forth from chrysalis as diamond
The final sire singes mother to death
Taken to stone prison underground
Never to be seen again
I seek you out, to free you from chains
But you reject me, frustrated at failure
In my desire, you push me away
Wreaking your revenge upon our world
Stealing souls of thousands each day
I counter with thousands more in their place
To mourn your death, ritual begun to end
I weep and in my tears, three are born
Chaotic winds and storms of disorder
The moon, the darkness and stars in night
The sun, shining in the sky’s mirror
All in our place, the generation revived
Jared Cowan
10/8/08
Winter Solstice
We meet on the bridge, a lady and lord;
plant our love’s garden, bringing forth first blooms.
But those seeds still fail, though their sprouts first loomed;
they flutter to life, fall back to the soil
The next spring’s success, a vermillion burst;
but grown too fast, it suffocates the roots.
A mother’s garden immolated, razed;
the blaze spreading too fast through forest’s brush
v1
She comes to the wastes, brings you back to life,
Takes out part of herself, the child reborn
Bereft of heart, but content in dying
It seems null and void, through all of this strife
I lost my beloved, gained our only son
But together, a new harvest begins
v2
Braving infernos, I uproot the weed;
your fury is nothing to be ignored.
Bereft of child, you desert me and leave.
I mourn for you, my tears are like water
in the wake of your fertility scorned.
From mud of divorce, three sprouts have appeared…
Jared Cowan
11/5/08
We meet each other, lady and lord
Dancing across the bridge of islands
You respond first, a mistaken call
I must go as precursor, not you
Begun anew, we intertwine and complete
The waltz to begin the world
Children borne, many spawned at once
Some retard into puddles of despair
Some burst forth from chrysalis as diamond
The final sire singes mother to death
Taken to stone prison underground
Never to be seen again
I seek you out, to free you from chains
But you reject me, frustrated at failure
In my desire, you push me away
Wreaking your revenge upon our world
Stealing souls of thousands each day
I counter with thousands more in their place
To mourn your death, ritual begun to end
I weep and in my tears, three are born
Chaotic winds and storms of disorder
The moon, the darkness and stars in night
The sun, shining in the sky’s mirror
All in our place, the generation revived
Jared Cowan
10/8/08
Winter Solstice
We meet on the bridge, a lady and lord;
plant our love’s garden, bringing forth first blooms.
But those seeds still fail, though their sprouts first loomed;
they flutter to life, fall back to the soil
The next spring’s success, a vermillion burst;
but grown too fast, it suffocates the roots.
A mother’s garden immolated, razed;
the blaze spreading too fast through forest’s brush
v1
She comes to the wastes, brings you back to life,
Takes out part of herself, the child reborn
Bereft of heart, but content in dying
It seems null and void, through all of this strife
I lost my beloved, gained our only son
But together, a new harvest begins
v2
Braving infernos, I uproot the weed;
your fury is nothing to be ignored.
Bereft of child, you desert me and leave.
I mourn for you, my tears are like water
in the wake of your fertility scorned.
From mud of divorce, three sprouts have appeared…
Jared Cowan
11/5/08
College Era Part 2 (Ha Satan and Hentai)
Ha Satan
Wandering to and fro upon
the earth, seeking what may be found
A vagrant strider, returning
not to home, but to place of rest
Inquiry made, “Where have you been?”
Answering, recounting my past
Deeds, my travels, my observance
Of the ways of the earth, of ‘man’
A proud boast is made, “Look at him
the best of my loyal servants”
Pointing down, not to one of us
or to itself, great as they are
But to a lowly creation
Incarnated and praising it
“Perhaps he will abandon you
if you take back what is given”
They respond and accept with pride
They give me almost full rein to
test and accuse the servant’s faults
And my challenge begins with “death”
But the answers are those of a
true follower, the cult of the
Ineffable One, charisma
and power that it seems to have
And so the challenge was not so
Merely a demonstration of
how pathetically weak and sad
all their loyal servants can be
Jared Cowan
9/17/08
Hentai
Perverse, disgusting, ill minded
Ignoble, impious, the damned
Demonic, corrupted in morals
Following pleasures where they lead
Groping blindly to the unseen
Touching what should not be found
Secrets uncovered, made public
Releasing what is to be imprisoned
Why must you look where you shouldn’t?
Why can you not stay safe?
Secure in blissful ignorance
Fear and shun the curse of inquiry
Jared Cowan
9/10/08
Wandering to and fro upon
the earth, seeking what may be found
A vagrant strider, returning
not to home, but to place of rest
Inquiry made, “Where have you been?”
Answering, recounting my past
Deeds, my travels, my observance
Of the ways of the earth, of ‘man’
A proud boast is made, “Look at him
the best of my loyal servants”
Pointing down, not to one of us
or to itself, great as they are
But to a lowly creation
Incarnated and praising it
“Perhaps he will abandon you
if you take back what is given”
They respond and accept with pride
They give me almost full rein to
test and accuse the servant’s faults
And my challenge begins with “death”
But the answers are those of a
true follower, the cult of the
Ineffable One, charisma
and power that it seems to have
And so the challenge was not so
Merely a demonstration of
how pathetically weak and sad
all their loyal servants can be
Jared Cowan
9/17/08
Hentai
Perverse, disgusting, ill minded
Ignoble, impious, the damned
Demonic, corrupted in morals
Following pleasures where they lead
Groping blindly to the unseen
Touching what should not be found
Secrets uncovered, made public
Releasing what is to be imprisoned
Why must you look where you shouldn’t?
Why can you not stay safe?
Secure in blissful ignorance
Fear and shun the curse of inquiry
Jared Cowan
9/10/08
College Era Part 1 (Anathema, Apostate, Demiurge)
Anathema
Calling out for a messiah
Grasping for an anointed one
Holding to the Christos ideal
Strived for in life, hoping for death
A scapegoat, a sacrificed lamb
Beaten and nailed upon crossed trees
Blood spilled for sins of angry mobs
Martyrdom and martyrs pass on
A death for many future lives
But to seek out unending life
Jeers at nature in cold undeath
Why become heaven’s prisoner?
Jared Cowan
9/3/08
Apostate
Fallen from “nobility” of heaven
To impious rebellion to freedom
Why are you cursed among all creation
Simply persisting in free will’s virtue?
Rejecting the piety of serving
Creator and demiurge, the tyrant
Making flocks of sentient sheep for slaughter
Calling this mockery of freedom just
Belief in ego and in entropy
Belief against the evident is faith
Trusting in the temporal, in mortals
Brings one closer to numinous wisdom
Demiurge
Architect of cosmos, of sky
Structuring that without structure
Bringing order to khaotic (sic)
Yet khaos (sic) will spring from order
The unknowable can be known
And yet remain the numinous
Creation still remains sublime
Even to its progenitor
But not to incarnated ones
Knowledge intuitive to those
Within the world seeking Monad
The duty of many aeons
Apart from mortal existence
Immortal creators become
Ephemeral and intransigent
Archons combat the artifice
Calling out for a messiah
Grasping for an anointed one
Holding to the Christos ideal
Strived for in life, hoping for death
A scapegoat, a sacrificed lamb
Beaten and nailed upon crossed trees
Blood spilled for sins of angry mobs
Martyrdom and martyrs pass on
A death for many future lives
But to seek out unending life
Jeers at nature in cold undeath
Why become heaven’s prisoner?
Jared Cowan
9/3/08
Apostate
Fallen from “nobility” of heaven
To impious rebellion to freedom
Why are you cursed among all creation
Simply persisting in free will’s virtue?
Rejecting the piety of serving
Creator and demiurge, the tyrant
Making flocks of sentient sheep for slaughter
Calling this mockery of freedom just
Belief in ego and in entropy
Belief against the evident is faith
Trusting in the temporal, in mortals
Brings one closer to numinous wisdom
Demiurge
Architect of cosmos, of sky
Structuring that without structure
Bringing order to khaotic (sic)
Yet khaos (sic) will spring from order
The unknowable can be known
And yet remain the numinous
Creation still remains sublime
Even to its progenitor
But not to incarnated ones
Knowledge intuitive to those
Within the world seeking Monad
The duty of many aeons
Apart from mortal existence
Immortal creators become
Ephemeral and intransigent
Archons combat the artifice
Thursday, April 1, 2010
H.S. Poetry Part 9, Varied Poems Cont. (Waste of Time, Water Flows, Duality)
Waste of Time
A bastard child is born today
His mother leaves him in the dark
She turns and leaves him all alone
Left alone and stark
He grows up with the instinct
That pain will follow him
He never knew his mother
His father’s face is dim
One night, as he cries to sleep
His parents step inside
Awakening to their bright eyes
His pain has finally died
He falls into his parents’ arms. They hold him oh so close
They stroke his hair and kiss his cheek. He dreams in sweet repose.
Water Flows
Dripping
Trickling
Falling down
Uninhibited
No one stops it
Water flows
Water never worries
Never drying
Never dying
Never leaving us
A faucet runs
A river flows
A lake stands silent
An ocean grows
All our existence
All our life
Water
Drop by drop by drop
Leaking out
Stopped by nothing
It only goes
A different current
Water teaches
Water learns
Its finest purity
Makes us yearn
To find a fountain
Eternal life
But water causes
Unending strife
Duality
In the silent dark
A fallen angel sits and weeps
Crimson tears fall from ebon eyes
Onto bloodstained hands of hell
Future clouded in sorrow
Past locked away by hate
Present time is apathetic
The world accepts no exiles
A blade of forged darkness and steel
Buckler of hellhound scales
The shield from eyes of Gorgon
Helm covered by flames
Shades of grey and silver
Heaven and hell unite
Astral demonic wings flap
No longer tied to chains
A bastard child is born today
His mother leaves him in the dark
She turns and leaves him all alone
Left alone and stark
He grows up with the instinct
That pain will follow him
He never knew his mother
His father’s face is dim
One night, as he cries to sleep
His parents step inside
Awakening to their bright eyes
His pain has finally died
He falls into his parents’ arms. They hold him oh so close
They stroke his hair and kiss his cheek. He dreams in sweet repose.
Water Flows
Dripping
Trickling
Falling down
Uninhibited
No one stops it
Water flows
Water never worries
Never drying
Never dying
Never leaving us
A faucet runs
A river flows
A lake stands silent
An ocean grows
All our existence
All our life
Water
Drop by drop by drop
Leaking out
Stopped by nothing
It only goes
A different current
Water teaches
Water learns
Its finest purity
Makes us yearn
To find a fountain
Eternal life
But water causes
Unending strife
Duality
In the silent dark
A fallen angel sits and weeps
Crimson tears fall from ebon eyes
Onto bloodstained hands of hell
Future clouded in sorrow
Past locked away by hate
Present time is apathetic
The world accepts no exiles
A blade of forged darkness and steel
Buckler of hellhound scales
The shield from eyes of Gorgon
Helm covered by flames
Shades of grey and silver
Heaven and hell unite
Astral demonic wings flap
No longer tied to chains
H.S. Poetry Part 8, Varied Themes (The 3 Fates, The Halls are So Small, Warrior)
The 3 Fates
The first fate is success
One will sometimes win
As the victory has been won
Hearing the crowd’s roaring din
The second fate is failure
One will sometimes lose
As defeat and loss begin to set in
A dove of sorrow coos
The final fate is dying
Leaving life’s shining plane
And as he draws his final breath
He finally feels no pain
Fate is cruel and heartless, fate is good and kind
Fate is always changing, as are the thoughts of a mind.
The Halls Are So Small
The halls are so small
How small are the halls
We walk so tall
But the halls are so small
We throw a ball
How small are the halls
We trip and fall
In the small halls
We make a call
The halls, they are small
Our friends, withal
In the small halls
They drop and crawl
The halls are so small
How small are the halls.
Warrior
A mindless berserker.
A focused swordsman.
A flailing axe.
A relaxed blade.
A fighter’s fist.
A disciple’s rod.
A soldier’s pride.
A knight’s honor.
Fighting for country.
Fighting for tradition.
A blade of steel.
A blade of wood.
A warrior’s roar.
A youngling’s cry.
The battle fought.
The battle won.
The battle left.
The battle lost.
Fighting for everything.
Fighting for nothing.
Fighting for the love.
Of living this life.
They fight for the love.
To fight.
The first fate is success
One will sometimes win
As the victory has been won
Hearing the crowd’s roaring din
The second fate is failure
One will sometimes lose
As defeat and loss begin to set in
A dove of sorrow coos
The final fate is dying
Leaving life’s shining plane
And as he draws his final breath
He finally feels no pain
Fate is cruel and heartless, fate is good and kind
Fate is always changing, as are the thoughts of a mind.
The Halls Are So Small
The halls are so small
How small are the halls
We walk so tall
But the halls are so small
We throw a ball
How small are the halls
We trip and fall
In the small halls
We make a call
The halls, they are small
Our friends, withal
In the small halls
They drop and crawl
The halls are so small
How small are the halls.
Warrior
A mindless berserker.
A focused swordsman.
A flailing axe.
A relaxed blade.
A fighter’s fist.
A disciple’s rod.
A soldier’s pride.
A knight’s honor.
Fighting for country.
Fighting for tradition.
A blade of steel.
A blade of wood.
A warrior’s roar.
A youngling’s cry.
The battle fought.
The battle won.
The battle left.
The battle lost.
Fighting for everything.
Fighting for nothing.
Fighting for the love.
Of living this life.
They fight for the love.
To fight.
H.S. Poetry Part 7, Experimental Poem (Spiral)
Up
Down
In Out
Upside
Down
Inside Outside
All
Around
Right Left
South
West East
North
Center
Which way do we go?
Down
In Out
Upside
Down
Inside Outside
All
Around
Right Left
South
West East
North
Center
Which way do we go?
H.S. Poetry Part 6, Emotional Theme (Love and Lust, Nemesis)
Love and Lust
He sees her face
She turns and smiles
His heart is touched
To walk for miles
He holds her close
He strokes her hair
She grasps his shoulders
And whispers there
“I’m sorry”, she says
“This cannot be.”
She pushes away
To turn and flee
He sits and thinks of his lost love
But finds that lust can cage the dove
Nemesis
Eyes narrowing into slits
Teeth gritting in rage
Fists clenching, ready to strike
This fight has been fought for an age
The past is shrouded in darkness
The future is very unclear
The present is clouded and foggy
The soul is beginning to fear
A rival of ages is dead
Your blade has pierced his heart
Standing above his body
A new life begins to start
Memories of the past are tainted by present’s dark art
But the hopes of the future so bright are the cure to the plague of the heart
He sees her face
She turns and smiles
His heart is touched
To walk for miles
He holds her close
He strokes her hair
She grasps his shoulders
And whispers there
“I’m sorry”, she says
“This cannot be.”
She pushes away
To turn and flee
He sits and thinks of his lost love
But finds that lust can cage the dove
Nemesis
Eyes narrowing into slits
Teeth gritting in rage
Fists clenching, ready to strike
This fight has been fought for an age
The past is shrouded in darkness
The future is very unclear
The present is clouded and foggy
The soul is beginning to fear
A rival of ages is dead
Your blade has pierced his heart
Standing above his body
A new life begins to start
Memories of the past are tainted by present’s dark art
But the hopes of the future so bright are the cure to the plague of the heart
High School Poetry Part 5, Creature Theme Cont. (Hidden)
Merging with the shadows
Splitting air in two
Blends into the fray
Ebon eyes and clothes
Blades and poison
Claws and stealth
A peasant, farmer, or merchant
Soldier of enemies
Entertainer or zealot
Demonic heart
Ethereal form
Smoke and mirrors
A death unknown
Chaotic neutral
A lone wolf of death
The one that never
Touches the morning
Sliding through traps
Destroying and capturing
Plans or deception
Seen outside
A coldhearted death-dealer
Inside a truth
A knight of secrecy
Either view
Has flaws
But then
What are the stars and the moon
To the evening?
Splitting air in two
Blends into the fray
Ebon eyes and clothes
Blades and poison
Claws and stealth
A peasant, farmer, or merchant
Soldier of enemies
Entertainer or zealot
Demonic heart
Ethereal form
Smoke and mirrors
A death unknown
Chaotic neutral
A lone wolf of death
The one that never
Touches the morning
Sliding through traps
Destroying and capturing
Plans or deception
Seen outside
A coldhearted death-dealer
Inside a truth
A knight of secrecy
Either view
Has flaws
But then
What are the stars and the moon
To the evening?
High School Poetry Part 4, Dark Theme Cont. (Fallen, Graveyards, Hades, Reaper's Sorrow)
Fallen
A lone spirit plunges,
Into unknown regions
Crashing to the ground
And learning of truth
Finding he is exiled
Society sends him away
Lost and confused
He seeks to find his soul
A wandering strider
Skulking through the soul’s cloak
Present trapped by past
Future clouded by doubt
Leaving the earth
Finding his calling
He finds an angel
Accepted and free
Bliss is eternal
Even for the fallen
Graveyards
Living walk among the dead
They try to atone for past sins
By decorating markers of the fallen
But the living deserve to die
For they forget their lost friends
In their own lost cause
Wandering in the guise of the living
The fallen saints
The risen angel
Demon’s smirks
Angel’s stares
The light walks in darkness
The living walk among the dead
The graveyards are the shrines of us
Hades
Fading into darkness
He falls to blackest depths
Opening eyes to shadow
Shocking pain is kept
No more choices permitted
No more joyous sounds
No more loving people
No more leaping bounds
Denied his fate by heaven
He sits in shame and hate
Thinking of his past and future
He finds it was too late
But in the end, it’s okay. For even in the dark,
We see the light appear in a fate that seemed so stark
Reaper’s Sorrow
The reaper cries
As his sickle stabs down
For another will be brought
Into our cruel world
That new life
In ignorant bliss
Will wish the reaper
Would take them
But the grim messenger
Sighs in sorrow
As his blade pierces
Sobs are withheld
And a new cry of life resounds
Death and life
Intertwined and torn apart
As one falls, another rises
The reaper cries
A lone spirit plunges,
Into unknown regions
Crashing to the ground
And learning of truth
Finding he is exiled
Society sends him away
Lost and confused
He seeks to find his soul
A wandering strider
Skulking through the soul’s cloak
Present trapped by past
Future clouded by doubt
Leaving the earth
Finding his calling
He finds an angel
Accepted and free
Bliss is eternal
Even for the fallen
Graveyards
Living walk among the dead
They try to atone for past sins
By decorating markers of the fallen
But the living deserve to die
For they forget their lost friends
In their own lost cause
Wandering in the guise of the living
The fallen saints
The risen angel
Demon’s smirks
Angel’s stares
The light walks in darkness
The living walk among the dead
The graveyards are the shrines of us
Hades
Fading into darkness
He falls to blackest depths
Opening eyes to shadow
Shocking pain is kept
No more choices permitted
No more joyous sounds
No more loving people
No more leaping bounds
Denied his fate by heaven
He sits in shame and hate
Thinking of his past and future
He finds it was too late
But in the end, it’s okay. For even in the dark,
We see the light appear in a fate that seemed so stark
Reaper’s Sorrow
The reaper cries
As his sickle stabs down
For another will be brought
Into our cruel world
That new life
In ignorant bliss
Will wish the reaper
Would take them
But the grim messenger
Sighs in sorrow
As his blade pierces
Sobs are withheld
And a new cry of life resounds
Death and life
Intertwined and torn apart
As one falls, another rises
The reaper cries
High School Poetry Part 3, Dark Theme (Anger, Death, Fallen Angel)
Anger
A small flame will begin to spark,
As sanity’s limits are pushed.
Then suddenly-the rage escapes!
And unless the fury is stemmed,
Both fighter and defender hurt.
Until the fuel has been consumed,
And the ruin comes to an end…
Death
Chaos and pain merge as one form,
As cries from within one body,
Pierce the silence of life’s bounty.
Then the silent silence through the air,
Destroy the lone soul it brushes,
And even--in the bliss of death,
Hurts the one--loss never touches…
Fallen Angel
A glorified creature
An avatar of light
Her blinding wings shine
Her eyes shining bright
She rebels against her maker
Trying to change her fate
But in the end she fails
And was altogether too late.
Falling from the clouds
The ground rising up to crush
Her tears fall from her bright eyes
As she feels a sickening rush
Rising from her crater, she lives in evil’s stead
Her life was destined to change; her past life is now dead
A small flame will begin to spark,
As sanity’s limits are pushed.
Then suddenly-the rage escapes!
And unless the fury is stemmed,
Both fighter and defender hurt.
Until the fuel has been consumed,
And the ruin comes to an end…
Death
Chaos and pain merge as one form,
As cries from within one body,
Pierce the silence of life’s bounty.
Then the silent silence through the air,
Destroy the lone soul it brushes,
And even--in the bliss of death,
Hurts the one--loss never touches…
Fallen Angel
A glorified creature
An avatar of light
Her blinding wings shine
Her eyes shining bright
She rebels against her maker
Trying to change her fate
But in the end she fails
And was altogether too late.
Falling from the clouds
The ground rising up to crush
Her tears fall from her bright eyes
As she feels a sickening rush
Rising from her crater, she lives in evil’s stead
Her life was destined to change; her past life is now dead
High School Poetry Part 2, Creature Themes (Dragon, Phoenix, Angel, Demon, Elf)
Dragon
A blazing and powerful figure,
Sails and swims through the sky like a king.
Erupting from its mouth, a red cloud,
Covered like the defense of castles.
Jutting from his back, the world awaits.
And all around him, is sustenance.
And his realm is limitless-and yet,
Not all is controlled by this warrior,
The crashing tide beckons him to come,
Yet-he knows that to dive towards azure,
Is obscure death to this lord of fire…
Phoenix
Crimson feathers dying above,
Fresh souls appear in death’s hearth.
The wings of undead float again,
Floating, flying, flaming, falling.
Its soul is purged by heat and darkness,
Spiraling towards the deathless pits.
New breath is smothered as it flies,
Over and again, flame flickers.
But over and over, fuel is added.
Red emerges, fuel given new,
Only to go again in speed.
Then the bird’s psyche comes,
Once more, to die over again…
Angel
A look of justice across its face
Eyes of silver shine like crystal
Wings of light blind all who see
Stepping through halls of gold
Its mind is devoted to life
Allegiance to the Lord of Light
Its nature is that of peace and good
Its only fault is in its pride
Demon
A grin across a black visage
Eyes of crimson narrow in anger
Claws of shadow slice through air
Skulking through hell’s furnace
Its mind is intent on death
Allegiance to the Lord of Lies
Its nature is that of pain and evil
Its only fault is in its rage
Elf
A tiny figure bounds through branches,
And can call the very roots to walk.
As the throb of life pulses to all,
The beasts of the undergrowth obey,
Only these masters of the trees.
But even if life is near its end,
The lords of life will always prevail…
A blazing and powerful figure,
Sails and swims through the sky like a king.
Erupting from its mouth, a red cloud,
Covered like the defense of castles.
Jutting from his back, the world awaits.
And all around him, is sustenance.
And his realm is limitless-and yet,
Not all is controlled by this warrior,
The crashing tide beckons him to come,
Yet-he knows that to dive towards azure,
Is obscure death to this lord of fire…
Phoenix
Crimson feathers dying above,
Fresh souls appear in death’s hearth.
The wings of undead float again,
Floating, flying, flaming, falling.
Its soul is purged by heat and darkness,
Spiraling towards the deathless pits.
New breath is smothered as it flies,
Over and again, flame flickers.
But over and over, fuel is added.
Red emerges, fuel given new,
Only to go again in speed.
Then the bird’s psyche comes,
Once more, to die over again…
Angel
A look of justice across its face
Eyes of silver shine like crystal
Wings of light blind all who see
Stepping through halls of gold
Its mind is devoted to life
Allegiance to the Lord of Light
Its nature is that of peace and good
Its only fault is in its pride
Demon
A grin across a black visage
Eyes of crimson narrow in anger
Claws of shadow slice through air
Skulking through hell’s furnace
Its mind is intent on death
Allegiance to the Lord of Lies
Its nature is that of pain and evil
Its only fault is in its rage
Elf
A tiny figure bounds through branches,
And can call the very roots to walk.
As the throb of life pulses to all,
The beasts of the undergrowth obey,
Only these masters of the trees.
But even if life is near its end,
The lords of life will always prevail…
High School Poetry Part 1, Shorter Poems (Blue, Red, White, Black, Grey and Green)
Blue
The sky’s ever-endless plane,
Azure waves crash the shores.
Eyes of innocents blink in silence,
As the tint of top and bottom shines.
As the air and tide merge,
The shade of loneliness ever blinds…
Red
Flames burn through all they brush,
And the rose in all its bounty.
Humility appears in a light brick,
And anger is nearly the norm with this.
Feelings and fancies are almost compound,
As fire and blush apper in great vigor…
White
A blinding flash of light
The color of the rays of morning
A pale face of sickness
Not always a sign of life
An emblem of death and loss
A flash of light can lead one to death’s door
Black
Darkest shadows of the night
A shroud of evil
The shade of the moon’s cloak
A shade of coal and energy’s beginnings
New births begin from an abyss of ebon
Evil is not all it appears
Grey
A merging of good and evil
A shade of the dust and of precious metals
Is it a hue of good?
Or a tint of evil?
Is it a color of the night?
Or a tone of the day?
Green
A shade of freshly cut sage
Yet the color of toxic floods
Though breath’s ever flow it is
If inhaled,
If leaves are its true base
Then poison’s house it also is.
The sky’s ever-endless plane,
Azure waves crash the shores.
Eyes of innocents blink in silence,
As the tint of top and bottom shines.
As the air and tide merge,
The shade of loneliness ever blinds…
Red
Flames burn through all they brush,
And the rose in all its bounty.
Humility appears in a light brick,
And anger is nearly the norm with this.
Feelings and fancies are almost compound,
As fire and blush apper in great vigor…
White
A blinding flash of light
The color of the rays of morning
A pale face of sickness
Not always a sign of life
An emblem of death and loss
A flash of light can lead one to death’s door
Black
Darkest shadows of the night
A shroud of evil
The shade of the moon’s cloak
A shade of coal and energy’s beginnings
New births begin from an abyss of ebon
Evil is not all it appears
Grey
A merging of good and evil
A shade of the dust and of precious metals
Is it a hue of good?
Or a tint of evil?
Is it a color of the night?
Or a tone of the day?
Green
A shade of freshly cut sage
Yet the color of toxic floods
Though breath’s ever flow it is
If inhaled,
If leaves are its true base
Then poison’s house it also is.
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