ian-sharkfish
Finnish
Been writing a long time, and been off of writing for an equally long time. / Now I'm back for seconds. / / I started publishing my works on a finnish poetry site in the year 2004, if I remember correctly. I worked in the association also for a few years before quitting for personal reasons. About the same time (2007) I also got the Writers Block - no inspiration, and when it hit me, no words. / / Here's to better luck this time around!
Last time I promised to tell you a story
but couldn't, for then fell the nights veil
These are the words of horror, not of glory,
so be braced, it is time for a tale:
- - -
The Goddess, poisoned of mind
had a plan of which to me she did not tell
She would help me, so my love I could find
and then send us together to Hell
Out of envious love she would do this
and out of furious rage
She would rip us off of our bliss
and place us in a fiery cage
- - -
She appeared to the edge of the pond
and spoke these words through tears
"You know not that of You I am fond.
Love me now, or face your deepest fears!"
She understood my answer as I grasped my sword
and cast a dark spell, then took a step back
Thru mists of time came the words of the Dark Lord:
"Welcome to my domain." and all went black
- - -
We were spun in time and spun thru place
we were spun and spun and spun
We were spun before the Dark Lords face
to a world void of golden rays of the Sun
Hellions fell upon us, they fell with numbers too high
pressing hard, almost to our death it came
Back to back we fought, my Love and I,
but suddenly it stopped, the wild now tame
Upon us he gazed, then upon us he spoke
as he strode from the Shadows of Flame
"Be it final death to whom takes the first stroke,
hear me now, for only once I make this claim!"
We did battle with the Lord of Agony and Grief
we battled, and nigh was our win
I struck his chest and for a moment so brief
Time stopped; as if to touch His chin
Then came a flash that blinded our eyes
the Lord lay, breathing with a dying tone
with his last breath he gave us his prize
"Just look Beyond the fire and you shall be home."
This we did, and indeed we did with joy
and true his words, for we passed the Veil;
That day marked also the birth of our Boy
but his deeds, they are yet another tale
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 3:37 PM UTC
They say some people touch us in a way that no other can,
that they are somehow fine-tuned to our wavelenght and
that they live on the same street, the same theater and the same play,
and that the best things in life happen when we touch them the same way.
When we met that's exactly what I felt with you,
and I'd like to believe that I touched you too.
That I was not one to graze your skin and leave only a scar,
but rather one to caress your night sky and ignite a new star.
That one week we shared
driving, planning,
golfing, talking,
swimming, laughing,
eating, sleeping
caressing and loving,
all the breakfasts, lunches, dinners and coffee stops,
good throws, bad throws, laughs, looks, kisses and hugs
all the moments we shared, the low lows and the high highs
those are the things that made the last summer the best in my life
After that week I could not control my emotions,
I found myself in the deep end.
What's done is done, as you like to say
but I'm glad I did not pretend
to not have those feelings, instead I revealed them.
No regrets, I'm just sad that things went wrong for us then.
I think of you now, and I see a friend I have lost connection with.
A friend I wanted to get to know better, and whom with
I wished to share witty banter and laughter and joy and fun,
whom with I could've stolen a few more days in the sun.
There are no delusions left because things are not like they were before.
So I'd like to be your friend now.
(unless of course the day comes when you wish me to be more.)
- - -
There is, however, one thing I need you to know.
I can never get over you if getting over you means not loving you.
I choose not to.
I choose to love You as a woman and a friend, with all my heart, always.
Come meet me halfway, and we can still find our way
we can still be as light as the summer air on our skin
as warm as the sunlight on our faces
and as happy
as the smiles on our lips
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 3:29 PM UTC
Slowly came over my final sleep
of halls of Gods I dreamed
I dreamed I fell five fathoms deep
but in peace or so it seemed
There was a music like I never heard
a symphony of heavenly chords
The music was like a flight of a bird
a lament by creations Lords
My fall, it ended on whitest stone
ever so softly did I land
It was like a beautiful feather flown
that comes down on paradise sand
I landed to the feet of a Goddess
who, delicate of figure, held the might of a bear
Smiling she told me: "I am called Aless,
and for love I took heed of your prayer."
Gazing at my soul with her endless eyes
she saw every strenght and sore
For many moments she searched my soul for lies
and then asked me a question of Lore
"Can you meet the quest and rise above?
Can you answer the question of Lore?
If you can, if you truly rise above
I will grant you your wish and more."
Unsure what to say I took thought for a while
then slowly I rose from her feet
I greeted her pose with a triumphant smile
and said: "Your challenge I will meet."
Like a lightning I was thrown to another world
a world of various, colourful dreams
The dreams danced and the dreams, they swirled
to Eternity; or so it seems
I came about an emerald pond;
the mirror reflecting my fears
There was a swan with a chain as a bond
and it was crying ruby-like tears
Through the dreams said a voice so clean;
"All there is to be said you have heard
and all there is to be shown you have seen
now answer: What will free this bird?"
A true poet knows the Essence of a Tear
a true poet knows it can break any chain
My love made me a poet, made it all so clear
her tears would end the eternal pain
- - -
Of course it wasn't as easy as this
it turned to a life and death race
Still at night I hear that mad hiss
and I see the horrors we had to face
With my beloved horrid creatures I did fight
we fought the Legions of Hell
Ah, but this is a story for another night
for I hear the Midnights Bell
Dec 17, 2011
Dec 17, 2011 at 4:19 AM UTC
"We live for the one,
We die for the one."
Upon shouting these words I knew not
that we'd arrive upon this ledge.
So horribly the fates twisted this plot,
although we made our pledge.
Those words of the solemn oath
made my darkest hours echo on,
and in my darkest hours growth
again and again, you were gone.
I memorized the times we had,
I memorized them all,
still I see you, golden-clad,
the way your curls, they fall.
I memorized the words you said
upon our passions peak,
and the afterscape of your small bed
as we sailed down the creek.
Last winter, a cold and windy eve
I met a man on a slope,
his words I could not believe,
they held a fragile hope.
"They rumour of a ledge of myth."
This is what the stranger said.
"According to my kin and kith
it can even revive the dead."
I left my home that very night,
left chanting goodluck charms.
Travelling through pain and plight,
I carried you in my arms.
My lifes longest turn of a year
I tread throughout this land.
Then finally I knew - "I am here."
and laid you on the sand.
With all the love I have for you
I let go of the promise so untrue,
I forgot my oath of Rangers pride
and laid down right by your side.
"Hear now Gods my true pledge,
my essence in love I give!
I give my life on this ledge
so that she shall live!"
I knew the stranger had not lied
I felt it in every part,
so with my last breath I tried
to tell what is in my heart
"I cannot deny, I will not fight
against these tides so blue,
we might say We Live For the one,
but now I die for You"
Dec 16, 2011
Dec 16, 2011 at 6:36 PM UTC
This is my bleak and lonesome hell
I will miss you so, but I can't tell
I can't tell you what is on my mind
and soon you'll leave me behind
This is not a lie, this is true
What have I ever felt
when not feeling you?
This is not fantasy, this is true
What on earth will I do
when not doing it with you?
This is not a lie, this is true
What have I ever had
that compares to you?
This is not fantasy, this is true
What the hell am I thinking
when not thinking of you?
Dec 16, 2011
Dec 16, 2011 at 6:24 PM UTC
We, the Dreamers, are thus alike.
For our dreams we will fight, and we'll write
the future history less ****** than the past,
with our dreams we'll build a peace to last!
Dec 16, 2011
Dec 16, 2011 at 6:22 PM UTC
You step inside
take your gown off at the door
give me a glance that says:
"You should've known better"
I don't seem to care
can't bring myself to say a word
nothing to describe
how sorry a guy can be
You have no right to be there
looking all **** you know?
Dress up again, would you love
and walk out now
That way we wouldn't
we wouldn't, would we?
You don't leave then
you still look like an angel
You still know how to touch me
and I am still yours to take
after, the world is still
we're both just raindrops
slowly down the window of life
we go
Dec 16, 2011
Dec 16, 2011 at 5:57 PM UTC