artur-1 - Hello Poetry

I walk upon the pathless plains, A stranger to this ancient field. I see others walking with canes And I desperately refuse to yield. I see roses bloom and their Lovely thorns speak of doom. Further on I see roses undressed- Their petals dead, Carried on by the wind. I see babes grown and wed, Snatched from their mother’s loving breast. And I carry on with my stroll, Lest I be carried away with the petals, By the blowing winds. Then I hear my father’s laugh, No longer full of heart, But full of dust, And a longing makes its nest Within my ageing soul. I see a pond ahead And its waters reflect a face My mother has not kissed in years. It all wells up within me; The fears of childhood past conjure up, And the knight with the burning sword, Does not ride out to save me. A stranger born Into this strange garden. I adorn the crown of fools; Everything I have wished for has come to pass, And that is my greatest curse. Can’t I have one more dance? One ephemeral moment With the fleeing wilderness Of youth?

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Oct 30, 2024

Oct 30, 2024 at 4:43 PM UTC

Crown of fools

I walk upon the pathless plains, A stranger to this ancient field. I see others walking with canes And I desperately refuse to yield. I see roses bloom and their Lovely thorns speak of doom. Further on I see roses undressed- Their petals dead, Carried on by the wind. I see babes grown and wed, Snatched from their mother’s loving breast. And I carry on with my stroll, Lest I be carried away with the petals, By the blowing winds. Then I hear my father’s laugh, No longer full of heart, But full of dust, And a longing makes its nest Within my ageing soul. I see a pond ahead And its waters reflect a face My mother has not kissed in years. It all wells up within me; The fears of childhood past conjure up, And the knight with the burning sword, Does not ride out to save me. A stranger born Into this strange garden. I adorn the crown of fools; Everything I have wished for has come to pass, And that is my greatest curse. Can’t I have one more dance? One ephemeral moment With the fleeing wilderness Of youth?

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Lithe lady of the lake, follow me Right down here, Down azure paths lit By the dripping moon. The summer has not passed; We are in the dawn, Do not let it sail away Like the receding tide Of yesterday. We are all born into the ephemeral breath; Some choose to ignore it, Others ride it.

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Oct 29, 2024

Oct 29, 2024 at 12:03 PM UTC

Lady of the Lake

Lithe lady of the lake, follow me Right down here, Down azure paths lit By the dripping moon. The summer has not passed; We are in the dawn, Do not let it sail away Like the receding tide Of yesterday. We are all born into the ephemeral breath; Some choose to ignore it, Others ride it.

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Lithe lady of the lake, follow me Right down here, Down azure paths lit By the dripping moon. The summer has not passed; We are in the dawn, Do not let it sail away Like the receding tide Of yesterday. We are all born into the ephemeral breath; Some choose to ignore it, Others ride it.

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Oct 29, 2024

Oct 29, 2024 at 8:12 AM UTC

Lithe lady

Lithe lady of the lake, follow me Right down here, Down azure paths lit By the dripping moon. The summer has not passed; We are in the dawn, Do not let it sail away Like the receding tide Of yesterday. We are all born into the ephemeral breath; Some choose to ignore it, Others ride it.

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My portrait is hidden in my basement; The azure paint, Like skies of June, Is flaking like the waning moon, Revealing a monotone landscape. The hyacinth smell, Is usurped By dry, withered grass. The serpent, Dream-like, Slithers Through the underbrush, Of the tree From which I hung My soul. Let me back into Paradise lost; A blind man searching In a room full of girls For his lover. I’m searching for what Was lost, For the haven We abandoned, While the serpent Slithers ever closer To my Swaying soul.

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Oct 11, 2024

Oct 11, 2024 at 6:15 AM UTC

Portrait

My portrait is hidden in my basement; The azure paint, Like skies of June, Is flaking like the waning moon, Revealing a monotone landscape. The hyacinth smell, Is usurped By dry, withered grass. The serpent, Dream-like, Slithers Through the underbrush, Of the tree From which I hung My soul. Let me back into Paradise lost; A blind man searching In a room full of girls For his lover. I’m searching for what Was lost, For the haven We abandoned, While the serpent Slithers ever closer To my Swaying soul.

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I wish I could go back From where I came, To taste for the first time, To see once more, From a virgin’s eyes. The plague is finished With me, And tonight I must sign off, And walk into The cool Forest.

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Oct 11, 2024

Oct 11, 2024 at 6:13 AM UTC

Right back where I came

I wish I could go back From where I came, To taste for the first time, To see once more, From a virgin’s eyes. The plague is finished With me, And tonight I must sign off, And walk into The cool Forest.

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I see a disturbed landscape, With undulating mountains and hills. I see shepherds tending To their flock And birds flying in discord. The hallways are packed With ancient bodies Who have forgotten; Minds filled with loss. All around, Flowing and moulding, Is the ephemeral breath Of a creature eager to please. He’s waiting for you; Take his hand And walk down these corridors, Opening all the doors. It’s time to leave our bony clothes, And enter the forest.

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Oct 1, 2024

Oct 1, 2024 at 5:16 AM UTC

Ephemeral breath

I see a disturbed landscape, With undulating mountains and hills. I see shepherds tending To their flock And birds flying in discord. The hallways are packed With ancient bodies Who have forgotten; Minds filled with loss. All around, Flowing and moulding, Is the ephemeral breath Of a creature eager to please. He’s waiting for you; Take his hand And walk down these corridors, Opening all the doors. It’s time to leave our bony clothes, And enter the forest.

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Where is this ship taking us? Winds blowing, Currents flowing; All of us are yearning For a soft embrace Or an escape from this place. An escape towards Eden.

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Sep 26, 2024

Sep 26, 2024 at 2:46 PM UTC

Iridescent ship

Where is this ship taking us? Winds blowing, Currents flowing; All of us are yearning For a soft embrace Or an escape from this place. An escape towards Eden.

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Only constant is death; Life is excitement and upheaval. Why do men strive towards Unmoving statues? Towards paradise With its ever-blooming Orchards? *** is warm, But doesn’t remain warm Perpetually. The serpent, Moulding, Inconstant, Is preferred over the Constantly blooming flowers. Sunlight, moonlight; Fiery apparitions Dancing in the desert. Here she comes, Riding on her Amorphous, lustful cloud.

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Sep 26, 2024

Sep 26, 2024 at 8:30 AM UTC

Pirouetting on the storm

Only constant is death; Life is excitement and upheaval. Why do men strive towards Unmoving statues? Towards paradise With its ever-blooming Orchards? *** is warm, But doesn’t remain warm Perpetually. The serpent, Moulding, Inconstant, Is preferred over the Constantly blooming flowers. Sunlight, moonlight; Fiery apparitions Dancing in the desert. Here she comes, Riding on her Amorphous, lustful cloud.

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Let me illuminate the stage. Take my hand and let us walk back through the wilted willows. The soft complacency of silk pillows is now covered in mold. They have usurped our pristine kingdom; O, Untainted kingdom. Our god has become a mortal, And ravens meander across his soul. We are lost in the wilderness of pure madness; Where are the hitherto skies of reason? The apples are corrupted by smug, fat worms, And Jackals feast on our smooth ankles. Buzzards encircle babes at birth and Alas feast on them whenever they please. Wine flows like a murderous viper Across a desolate, crumbling Arden. Illiterate men feign literacy in the back of bars And meagre glimpses of sunlight flash across charred skies. I miss that breeze, that warm breeze; Where is my Eden?

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Sep 25, 2024

Sep 25, 2024 at 6:22 PM UTC

Illuminating Eden

Let me illuminate the stage. Take my hand and let us walk back through the wilted willows. The soft complacency of silk pillows is now covered in mold. They have usurped our pristine kingdom; O, Untainted kingdom. Our god has become a mortal, And ravens meander across his soul. We are lost in the wilderness of pure madness; Where are the hitherto skies of reason? The apples are corrupted by smug, fat worms, And Jackals feast on our smooth ankles. Buzzards encircle babes at birth and Alas feast on them whenever they please. Wine flows like a murderous viper Across a desolate, crumbling Arden. Illiterate men feign literacy in the back of bars And meagre glimpses of sunlight flash across charred skies. I miss that breeze, that warm breeze; Where is my Eden?

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Let’s go to the moon Sail upon these ancient currents We can try, baby; See by the moonlight. The sunlight is imposing Tyrannical Almost burning These mannacles are rusted, Do you see? We just ought to try And break on free Into the cool night See? Do you see, baby? I really ought to, uh, **** you No, I mean feel you This ship is safe It only crashed last time And before that too But we’ll be all right, baby You just wait and see Yeah, all the way to the white goddess No, I’m no captain Only a sailor Sailing to the moon.

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Sep 25, 2024

Sep 25, 2024 at 1:33 PM UTC

Sailing to the moon

Let’s go to the moon Sail upon these ancient currents We can try, baby; See by the moonlight. The sunlight is imposing Tyrannical Almost burning These mannacles are rusted, Do you see? We just ought to try And break on free Into the cool night See? Do you see, baby? I really ought to, uh, **** you No, I mean feel you This ship is safe It only crashed last time And before that too But we’ll be all right, baby You just wait and see Yeah, all the way to the white goddess No, I’m no captain Only a sailor Sailing to the moon.

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