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
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Friday, April 2, 2010
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.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Greetings and Other Hellos
This blog will be more of a way to post my poetry and occasionally prose than reflecting on movies or current issues. So in that vein of thought, I'm hoping you'll enjoy this blog for all that it lacks in pictures and makes up for in words.
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