"paladins" poems
holi pigment splash on your skin. tangerine, aubergine, saffron paladins. a carousel of mourning veils in pretty pretty ruby red. decadent dancing in the streets with no regrets. whatever came the day before, i can't remember anymore. the drinks and streamers impugn disbelievers.
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 4:48 AM UTC
Then a voice comes and says
It was a stranger, pays by the hour
You got jacked, hacked, attacked
Your mind was theirs when we got here
There was a time spent
pretending it wasn't possible.
Sad, sick strangers, ******* you!
But I dreamed of my beloved four.
They ****** my spirit, like a battery.
Then he came, the covenant,
time to turn and escape their nets.
Down into the pit, a crucible.
To treat with my paladin
We tend the metasphere in secret,
Honor bound in sacred duty
Terrapin are we.
Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 1:48 PM UTC
Vaguely lit by the summer moon of dark blue, pierced with light; the river murmurs, the devils paladins; lies in wait for more than a thousand years! the evening shadows pulling faces, the hidden window. Of worlds on a journey, a thousand years sad ophelia. Has murmured its ballad, the paladins are dancing. Sighing around her through this horror of space. The black gallows moans, and to all these worlds his black puppets weep on her shoulder, of an eternal voice unfathomable space; I no longer felt myself, I have seen malstroms eternal, devouring the green azores, where the eyes of panthers trembled to feel, down into the abysses! the black gallows moans.
Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 1:08 PM UTC
Au gibet noir, manchot aimable,
Dansent, dansent les paladins,
Les maigres paladins du diable,
Les squelettes de Saladins.
Messire Belzébuth tire par la cravate
Ses petits pantins noirs grimaçant sur le ciel,
Et, leur claquant au front un revers de savate,
Les fait danser, danser aux sons d'un vieux Noël !
Et les pantins choqués enlacent leurs bras grêles
Comme des orgues noirs, les poitrines à jour
Que serraient autrefois les gentes damoiselles
Se heurtent longuement dans un hideux amour.
Hurrah ! les gais danseurs, qui n'avez plus de panse !
On peut cabrioler, les tréteaux sont si longs !
Hop ! qu'on ne sache plus si c'est bataille ou danse !
Belzébuth enragé racle ses violons !
Ô durs talons, jamais on n'use sa sandale !
Presque tous ont quitté la chemise de peau ;
Le reste est peu gênant et se voit sans scandale.
Sur les crânes, la neige applique un blanc chapeau :
Le corbeau fait panache à ces têtes fêlées,
Un morceau de chair tremble à leur maigre menton :
On dirait, tournoyant dans les sombres mêlées,
Des preux, raides, heurtant armures de carton.
Hurrah ! la bise siffle au grand bal des squelettes !
Le gibet noir mugit comme un orgue de fer !
Les loups vont répondant des forêts violettes :
A l'horizon, le ciel est d'un rouge d'enfer...
Holà, secouez-moi ces capitans funèbres
Qui défilent, sournois, de leurs gros doigts cassés
Un chapelet d'amour sur leurs pâles vertèbres :
Ce n'est pas un moustier ici, les trépassés !
Oh ! voilà qu'au milieu de la danse macabre
Bondit dans le ciel rouge un grand squelette fou
Emporté par l'élan, comme un cheval se cabre :
Et, se sentant encor la corde raide au cou,
Crispe ses petits doigts sur son fémur qui craque
Avec des cris pareils à des ricanements,
Et, comme un baladin rentre dans la baraque,
Rebondit dans le bal au chant des ossements.
Au gibet noir, manchot aimable,
Dansent, dansent les paladins,
Les maigres paladins du diable,
Les squelettes de Saladins.
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Vaguely lit by the summer moon,
lull them asleep among the foliage;
her sweet madness: the devil's paladins
lie in wait for more than a thousand years.
In the wine of daylight, they slip amorously.
- A nest of mad kisses, the beads of their love.
They have murmured their ballad - the paladins dance,
sighing around her, women and flowers beneath them.
Smile of beautiful lips, a small rustle of wings -
it is the nymph! Her great veil rises;
such mounting of my soul in love’s will;
As I float down, bearing shadow-flowers with them,
I never endured more triumphant clamourings -
gleams of the daylight:
dawns are heartbreaking, devoured by vermin.
Nov 19, 2010
Nov 19, 2010 at 9:50 AM UTC
Down in the belly of The Angel of Defeat
You'll find war waging over only Gods know what
And she's not the one fighting for all that is good
She has shadows in her eyes and demons under her red hood
She rages her lupine armies against Paladins armed with The Light
This battle was foreshadowed before mans dawn and laid in the stones this world was built upon
There's no avoiding what the stars have aligned
And this fight won't end until there's either dark
Or light
Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 1:38 AM UTC
I'll always hold your hand,
the one I've always wished to.
I wanna make that moment grand,
when I don't wish to be bold and just hold,
your hand like a lover of fairy lands.
With every breath I take in,
your thoughts just crave in,
the center of gravity you've become,
please come, and hold my hand like a lover of fairy lands.
I can never feel this until its you,
every second its eternal and so new,
can you stand? on this flying mat of Alladin,
hold my hand and let's dream of paladins.
We'll hang out on Mercury,
be the couple of the century,
I'll hold your cosy hand,
and love you like a lover of fairy lands.
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 3:57 AM UTC
For me we it
comes realizing later
that Chris Cornell is gone
same as Dad but different still
we have our Garden
of Sound with weeds sprouting against
the grim Cutter hoping
for a missed experienced
Maybe the refugee's trauma
have dried all the tears on
lonely crowded airfields
of a long ago Vietnam seeding
salt from a Grandmother, mother,
father, aunts and uncles,
paladins in our child eye dry
because of the stampeding Thestrals
we shouldn't see
And now almost 50 we know
better the slings and arrowheads
of fortune the calcifying currency
souls make by roughing the round edges
of damning tears scattered like petals
over littered cigarettes killing
us softly because they've metastasized
from intellectualized Lung ****
to a flowering carcinoma
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 8:31 AM UTC
she's got amplifiers
the return investment
the few focused phases i could take
and crack a money pinata.
social hierarchy
mechanics i possess
i see what happens
when i obsess
and when i undress.
she's got crazy cities
slums and starvings
unheeded code of conduct
and weathered paladins
i am one of those spillovers
but i could congeal and correct it
they judge me falsely all the time
so what might i assert?
May 27, 2019
May 27, 2019 at 2:02 AM UTC
Prognosticating patriarchs
pundits and priests
pencil paladins
in penthouse palaces
riding what they're writing
writhing while they're rising
everyone's got a chance
chants the gaunt equalizer
its equal lie heard
plunges us into the absurd
assured of justice and fairness
we become curt and careless
saying if you work in a hairnet
or get your verve from clarinet
you deserve less than a baroness
because she has parents best
but when I ask of the parentless
those talking point to the talking points
so what's the point of talking
when talking leads to pointing
the finger in anger at strangers
who they just called equal
but that was merely a platitude
I'm starting to hate people
and their selfish myopic attitude.
Aug 13, 2023
Aug 13, 2023 at 2:49 PM UTC