Open Poetry #20 |
Haunts of Violence |
powerofthysword Member
since 2002-05-22
Posts 116Glendale, AZ USA |
I once again close my eyes to the world, intent on discovering the vile corruption viciously lurking just out of my grasp within the realm of my disillusioned mind. I so more often than not encounter haunts of violence surrounding me, valiantly I raise my sword into the air ready to fight off the enemies that I find. Hymns to a god unknown to myself enthrall my reclusive sense of honor, while the deceptive shimmers in my black horizon foreshadow images from which I cannot hide. Almost effortlessly I am able to endure the pain as the malice within me yearns for escape, when my cauldron of hate boils over into the fire at the crossroads of life my worlds always collide. Like a vulture the evil presence circles the skies above my existence so stagnant and weakened, reminding me that my battle rages ever on as I try to subdue the abominate feelings in my soul. Regardless of whether it is day or night when the angel of death arrives to fulfill my destiny, embers of my spiritless flames will surely reveal the whereabouts of my life, my mind and of my fate. It is only then the battle is lost. Staring into the sun just makes you blind to what beauty actually exists in the sky. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
"Regardless of whether it is day or night when the angel of death arrives to fulfill my destiny, embers of my spiritless flames will surely reveal the whereabouts of my life, my mind and of my fate. It is only then the battle is lost." I believe the opposite is probably true. That is precisely when the wonder and glory of your existence will be revealed by a just and merciful God. Unless, of course, you have been really, really bad! Nice to meet you! [This message has been edited by Midnitesun (06-01-2002 12:20 AM).] |
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powerofthysword Member
since 2002-05-22
Posts 116Glendale, AZ USA |
HI there midnitesun, and yes, I have been really bad! I must say that I am not really into religion, in fact you can say that I am a non-believer. I just like to put myself in situations of what other people may be thinking or going through and write about the cicumstances as I concieve them. In this case, I am writing about a person on the brink of suicide due to a depression after a very decadent life. Thanx for reading my poetry, and I will read your too. Staring into the sun just makes you blind to what beauty actually exists in the sky. |
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