"forsworn" poems
I miss Lydia I lost her from my side
I wanted so much for her to be my bride
now I feel so lost
She told me she was my sword and shield
I took her with me across many a field
but now I pay the cost.
I need her by my side she fought so well
from the Draugr, Bandits, the Forsworn and Dragons I cast many a spell
she held me very tight at nights so that she could defrost.
Lydia Lydia Lydia I call you're name
why am I so heart broken it's just a game.
I am now heavily laden items must get tossed
I might have to start this game anew
but that would make me feel so blue
I made it to Whiterun and the forest I crossed
I searched and searched for you as far as Markarth
when will you join me once more and satisfy my heart
I have come to a final point and feel extreme exhaust.
Oct 10, 2012
Oct 10, 2012 at 9:13 PM UTC
On a day—alack the day!—
Love, whose month is ever May,
Spied a blossom passing fair
Playing in the wanton air:
Through the velvet leaves the wind
All unseen ‘gan passage find;
That the lover, sick to death,
Wish’d himself the heaven’s breath.
Air, quoth he, thy cheeks may blow;
Air, would I might triumph so!
But, alack, my hand is sworn
Ne’er to pluck thee from thy thorn:
Vow, alack, for youth unmeet;
Youth so apt to pluck a sweet!
Do not call it sin in me
That I am forsworn for thee;
Thou for whom e’en Jove would swear
Juno but an Ethiop were;
And deny himself for Jove,
Turning mortal for thy love.
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Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
As to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimmed in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
And gilded honour shamefully misplaced,
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
And right perfection wrongfully disgraced,
And strength by limping sway disablèd
And art made tongue-tied by authority,
And folly doctor-like controlling skill,
And simple truth miscalled simplicity,
And captive good attending captain ill.
Tired with all these, from these would I be gone,
Save that to die, I leave my love alone.
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Take, O take those lips away,
That so sweetly were forsworn;
And those eyes, the break of day,
Lights that do mislead the morn!
But my kisses bring again,
Bring again;
Seals of love, but seal’d in vain,
Seal’d in vain!
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~for Steve R. & Stephen Y.~
*"two regrets are mine -
not finding you earlier in life when...words would have carved for me a better road, and...not hand-ing you a touch, the perfect tightness-shake of one's hand reserved for fondest friends and the light press on one's back deserved for dearest brothers!"
~~~*
the light press surety of five fingers on one,
oh, what messages it composes, oh, what duty weighty it transmits
dear brothers:
tho this hands-on handoff, this fly-over, is still a
mission unaccomplished,
yet no regrets, please!
men don't overuse superlatives,
what you lovingly uncover in my rocket-verbal Mars probes,
is more telling, more revealing of who you are,
than any hand-tightness shake,
any touching grasp, could e'er convey
yet I promise, forsworn upon the cross
of the north west Pacifico latitude and longitude
a latitude that just happens to intersect
my olden, new english state,
knowing that Interstate 90
a straight transcontinental shot,
and the car keys just an impulse grab away
to tell your arms, your face, your back, our hands,
that when you love my poetry,
you love me,
you friends,
are an affirmation of Pablo Neruda's words:
***"whoever discovers who I am
discovers who you are"***
fondness is not distance constrained,
touching grasps pay no obeisance to time,
the honor of your affection permanent
affirmed and enflamed,
all mine, sublime, to lead my heart,
where to lay hands upon your back,
to realize even more
our single united rhyme
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 4:58 PM UTC
she was a fiery soul
emotions spilled out of her cup
like a bittersweet wine
an aftertaste of tears
salty as the sea rushing beneath me
heartfelt as the lonely moonrise
burning like the hearth of home remembered vivid but far
inviting you back from your cold journeys
the faceless sea's of humanity's wanderlust
from the dark romances of uncaring hearts
feel your heartbeat thunder in the stillness
hearing your tear ravaged breathing
as you struggle to find solace in sleep
her words carried on the thick air remembered vivid but far
like swans floating on the still waters of childhood
like images my heart paints when
her electric touch torches my soul
she leaves a wake of silence and
appreciative eyes behind her drifting the worlds ways
she comes to my bed now
slips into my cold sheets
and with lips forsworn to her fiery tongue's wicked ways
and crafts a bird from blood and bone
a flightless swan that will forever be companion to
to my seasong
moonrise comes with a silence
that my heart can never greet with joy
Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 5:19 PM UTC
I woke up adrift this morning
Guilt a million leagues deep
Nothing done is undone
This Morning
Apologies do not come free
The sun which glistens
Upon the drops
Between my moistened
Thighs
Carry this morning's
Sin
Trembling ashamed
Of the lust which came
Into me last night
My mouth has forsworn this place
My darling, forgive me
Please
Of the low hanging fruit I partook
Above the devils knees
Writhing snakes within me bid
Eat
The meat is
ripe and sweet
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 2:53 PM UTC
In loving thee thou know’st I am forsworn,
But thou art twice forsworn to me love swearing:
In act thy bed-vow broke and new faith torn
In vowing new hate after new love bearing.
But why of two oaths’ breach do I accuse thee,
When I break twenty? I am perjured most,
For all my vows are oaths but to misuse thee,
And all my honest faith in thee is lost.
For I have sworn deep oaths of thy deep kindness,
Oaths of thy love, thy truth, thy constancy,
And to enlighten thee gave eyes to blindness,
Or made them swear against the thing they see.
For I have sworn thee fair. More perjured eye,
To swear against the truth so foul a lie!
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Perfect is worthless seen through the eyes of a serpent
A word I'm sure is uncertain, spoken from any one person
I've come to realize earth is a curve of choking emotions
Seventy one percent ocean but see, the fire is the potion
We keep a flame in our hearts just to keep away the commotion
Forsworn and broken, stuck to a preconceived notion
We heat the coldest of parts but we don't foresee the explosion
We've chosen hate over love and we let our minds remain frozen
We're hopeless roamers and loners subject to being torn open
We stumble through the black, hands splayed blindly groping
For some sort of hope although we're lost in the ***** mess
Of pretending to be alive, free and full of alertness
Too often we keep our hearts rib-caged and vested
Let nothing come between our minds and this message
A vestige of optimism found underneath a veil of depression
But being hopeful for a future is a subtle transgression
To the laws of the present where we learn only one lesson
"Sever the bonds between eyesight and connection"
Dissecting human nature and replacing it with technology
Follow me I'll show you our true psychology
We seek a light in a cave but digging used archaeology
We advance not through screens, but 'forward ideology'
We accept a flawed system and in return are plagued harshly
By the 'gods' of the world because 'goods' are placed sparsely
Mark my words, the hand of time is our only true opponent
We believe the hand of 'him' to be the earths advancing component
So we fake smiles and play this game but we don't own it
We just bought it of the market that we created unknowing
Listen because I am showing independence in words
Not trying to preach, I just want you to learn
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 4:29 PM UTC
O,
my mind,
won't you meet me alone?
When the Earth's eyes close
And the valley winds blow.
To ensure,
Being clear,
That none could see nor hear
None of the throes nor fears
Reflected through shattered mirrors.
As ashamed as I am, cautious as I am aware
That,
as I am,
in this state of disrepair,
I’ve walked upon an anxious, lengthening pier,
That leads to the middle of the ocean, only to stare,
At the waves of defeat that, underneath do quake.
For still beating is my heart, so even though it aches
As the disappearance of you leaves unconsciousness in its wake,
Seeing how perilous the seas may be, to only drown in a lake,
To perhaps resurface once more in the following morn,
Is a promised hope wherein dreams dissipate forsworn
Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 7:21 PM UTC
Imagine we but two ships lost at sea,
Adrift betwixt the turbulence of time;
Cast out upon such waves set crashing free
To be the pioneers of our prime.
What wind hath set its weight upon our sails?
What rain hits hard to drown that starboard side?
The wreck of broken hearts and falling hail
Sits shrouded by thick fog of turning tides.
Forsworn to sail through tempests near and far,
And map uncharted waters on the breeze;
We press forever on towards the star
That shines its light across the open seas.
Though waves will roll and bells will toll before the morning sun,
When two ships lost at sea decide to madly come undone.
Dec 25, 2012
Dec 25, 2012 at 4:24 AM UTC
To face the fear of being liquid, I go under, float the drift. Leave the boat behind, no worries. I am in no hurry to school with the rest, colorful parrot fish, at home in the depths.
I am not afraid of sharks materializing from the inked abyss. The nothing in their soulless eyes is just black-bottomed assessing - not one of us.
In a lazuli sea, the barracuda cartel tails me, their silver barrels rule the reef, leering grins glinting diamonds, hungry pirates seeking gold hidden in my tender lobes.
Yellow-bellied sea snakes swarm, their sinuously wicked heads disappear and reappear on ebb and crest of every wave, see their split tongues read the chemistry of each exhaled breath.
A swollen catch unsought. Forsworn. What's lost will be reborn. From within, yolk still tethered, resting on the bottom. Net a dying heart, return it to the deep, watch it roll and flutter, remember how to beat.
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 11:57 AM UTC
*For many years
hath I dwelt within a forsaken cavern
seldom light touched mine eyes
vision dimmed, hopes forgotten
passionate love long forsworn
Then what should happen
a most unexpected occurrence
loves hand ventured within my recess
entangled and lost in its own way
seeking his own revelation
Emotions so profound
at last reciprocated
abysmal cavern naught but a memory
as passion at last indulged in
lost eternally in the ardor of virtuous love*
Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 12:42 AM UTC
Forsworn am I, yet doomed to die,
Lest I deny myself and cast off my pride,
Humbling myself in His righteous eye.
My path is clear, but I can't move forward,
Held back by myself, ensnared in my fear.
Unworthy and hypocritical,
I throw myself at Your mercy as I make my petition;
"Please, raise this prodigal son from perdition."
Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 4:06 AM UTC
When thou shalt be disposed to set me light
And place my merit in the eye of scorn,
Upon thy side, against myself I’ll fight,
And prove thee virtuous, though thou art forsworn.
With mine own weakness being best acquainted,
Upon thy part I can set down a story
Of faults concealed, wherein I am attainted,
That thou in losing me shalt win much glory.
And I by this will be a gainer too;
For bending all my loving thoughts on thee,
The injuries that to myself I do,
Doing thee vantage, double-vantage me.
Such is my love, to thee I so belong,
That for thy right, myself will bear all wrong.
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Planetary landings, not always that great
picking up a monster, no, not as freight
Not sure if it was breakfast, maybe it was brunch
Kane didn't like the grub, his gut the creature lunch
As it silently slides, through all the duct work
hard for them to tell, if it has a toothy smirk
Slinking in the halls, taking a stealthy walk
a sneaky little *** drooling as it stalks
The robot tried to **** our heroine, with delinquent ****
corporation ditched them, shares to be forsworn
Ash headless, finally spilling all the beans
weapons and research, by any way, any means
No hope of rescue, so far out in deep space
Captain Dallas missing, gone without a trace
Ripley oozing tension, trying to escape
crew is dead, or absent, or in an unknown state
Thank engineers and builders, for airlocks on the ship
blasted from the hatch, deported, on it's illegal Alien trip
Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 2:09 PM UTC
you think we missed the road when we did not
make the right turn and soon were in the corn
a point of loss but she was not forsworn
and got us out of there to the right spot
no loss of time nor yet reason for scorn
you think we missed the road when we did not
our guide had things to say and just forgot
the proper way you know her heart was torn
but still we passed right by where she was born
you think we missed the road when we did not
Feb 19, 2010
Feb 19, 2010 at 5:18 PM UTC
This was the longest waking week of my entire life.
It had its ups and downs like all things transient and brief.
But where was all the love that once there was
Replaced by deadened muffled sounds of grief.
This was the longest rising day of my longest week.
Its ups were the ecstasy of success and recognition.
Its lows were the highest form of malice – degradation
Of the soul undermining my essence
The very capacity to be me, assaulted
by wave upon wave of noise and human existence,
clouding my thoughts, mindfulness and deeds
in mists of accentuated wants and needs.
Would there have been no other way to circumnavigate
The pile of ash that was my day? No phoenix here
To be reborn, but dust and charred remains
Forsworn to wallow in its own worrisome way.
Could you imagine as much as this, for if this be,
Nothing is nothing and these things are nothings.
Do we in our fragility presume to exist?
How can we, when we do not even know our own names?
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 12:54 AM UTC
Porridge be forsworn, the lemons escaped again!
If mules had rags, they would be plums, and not
A fig would shriek. In all dreamy pompousness the
Voodoo doll is a whimsical wine beggar in tips,
Before the cart of chocolate dairy pigs get a spank
For having left my wing in a toasting lower than
It SHOULD HAVE BEEN. And don't forget the doorknob
Has feelings for Mrs. Fairy-Warts, GOD HELP THEM
ALL!!! And moose, do you smell something burning?
I'll be a pin cushion, you've grown a flaming
Donkey's nose! Only three and five inches long...
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 10:47 AM UTC
[I bet you thought I did nothing all day.]
(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCLXII)
Mourn in the greyish eye of dawn's void sense,
Those blue skies ere that darkness swallowed hale
Notes of sheer April. Yes. Ignore, t'avail
My soul again by memry, though's pretense.
Grab up the notebook, inking for intents
That thought which last night rolled as if to scale
Across my tongue, how "daylight savings'" bail
Is long since quite forsworn without defense.
Grey racks like Shakespeare knew oft could as twere
Yield heavn's eye chance to slip unknown all through
From East to West preside, and I demur
To catch aught languid note's detail. Thus brew
Morn's *** of Barry's tea, with toast in tour
For taste. And write of yesterday like'd do.
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Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 1:23 AM UTC
Chaos,
grandness around us, within us
our pasts and our fates,
the heads and the tails you bring us,
nothingness,
mistress, our all that is free and forbidden
forgiven, forsaken, forseen and forsworn;
Our endlessness,
countless infinities that you defy
our unbreaking circle of charities your grace is defined by;
our mother, our barrens of space who is bearing existence;
our eminence,
baroness, dancing the torments of pregnance
our sorceress, chanting the songs of emergence;
our senses and souls,
your spawn, your kin, your death and your sins
our servant, your serfs
kneeled down and bowed over
your lust that is shameless, yearned for and proud,
raised up and all that is tall afly
your will that is mindful, yearning, forgiving;
our Godesses, our locks and our keys,
around us, within us, the now and the here,
listening through the ears of machine elves
our absolution from words uncertain;
speaking through colours of clockwork glyphs
our faith to bring magic into our lives;
teaching through picture puzzle pattern cellar doorways
our choice to approach whenever we wish.
You are awareness. We are mindful.
You are presence. We are eternal.
Jan 25, 2022
Jan 25, 2022 at 6:00 PM UTC
Even the mightiest fall,
their hands positioned to draw,
the gun that will take their life,
going with only an internal fight.
Us fallen,
we do just that.
We don't always ask for a second chance.
Some of us make a choice to get back up,
others would die than be stuck in a rut.
They're hidden,
emotions bidden,
to go away,
to die in the fray,
of which is our existence.
Tattered and torn,
hearts are completely worn.
Forsworn.
Flower petals fall upon the ground,
colors swirling all around.
We begin to wonder if we'll ever be found.
Ground.
Into the dirt.
Nobody cares when we are hurt.
It doesn't matter that we care for you more than ourselves,
we're always burnt.
Ground.
Into the dirt.
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 12:57 AM UTC
This is all wrong...
My magick was naught, but a sad song.
All along, your intentions were wrought with
Rusty prongs
Belial beseeched you so
You put on a thong.
You poisoned my blood,
And though I preached love
I've been forsworn.
It tore me in two,
To no longer belong
Lost in the throng of
Faceless pawns
Tasteless lawns
**** the fruit, lest it pours from a flagon
Lukewarm, like the colostrum
We licked at once we were born.
Before all of this... form
We were one another's pornhub
Maybe I'm just "tootin' my own horn" but,
That's still better than being stillborn.
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 2:38 PM UTC
All angles of the cube are still,
always the time is right to go for the ****
Focus now, it sits on your head.
No, this is not the time to forget.
Plunder, scorn, sunder and forsworn,
be thunder, thorn, adorn and be mourned.
For the lotus is neither water nor air;
Do you really think there is a thing that is fair?
Fixate to the present - be lotus, be focus.
Never close your eyes, from all take notice.
Static the line, still is the beat,
only by work, soft is the sheet.
In this world, there are no buttons made of silk.
Here, exist only pins that spill blood in a layer thick.
If you want to do good,
take no one for a fool.
No sun's angel, no eyes in the sky
will save you from the thief that has no grief.
Father to son, son to father;
Who goes first?
Who pulls the trigger?
You can never run.
Focus, calm, invisible and light;
In shade on a cane the next stick you grab.
Either hammer or nail, you'll get to be one.
You decide, it is all one big con.
Whether in good or bad the seeds you plant,
it is all for the king, the children that the future chant.
Like a known seer,
or just alone in fear,
you also die in the end.
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 6:31 PM UTC
The broken are so beautifully
Strange and distorted
Mirroring the mistakes
Our societies makes
The risks we take
And failing
Little monster make
Swollen bellies bloated with pride
They walk upon the ashes of the broken
Sweat and dirt
Earth pushing deeply into our fingers
Till it hurts
Till the nails drop blood
Like they were seeding the mud
And those ticks
**** it up
Snuck up
To **** up
Our lives
But the broken
Bare their pain
Take their shame
Like pharmaceutical products
In the morning and before bed
Before the doctors bled
Their children
Oh god
The golden gone
Father forsworn
To wear the thorn
Which you broke your children with
The slave owners whip
The stings
As mothers screamed
While children
Ran deep into the dark forests
We broken are the children
Of the Natives Americans
The African
The Chinese and Japanese
Our skin was not Jaundiced
We were not black
But earthly brown
Not red but slightly tanned
Beautiful
Our cultural heritage
Stolen
Disfigured
As the starving
Lay dying
While the morally bankrupt
Keep thriving
We are broken
Spine curved
Tired and wretched
Scared of the cops
And the injustice system
That we live in
But still beautiful
We are pink brown
And every other color
That paints this town
They are the sociopaths
The monsters
Masquerading
As moral crusaders
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 11:42 AM UTC