Haruna
08-03-2004, 12:38 AM
Just a few poems I like sharing with others, please tell me what you think ^^
Perfection
The light gives refuge to the darkness
The darkness hides the ugly ones
The ugly ones make beautiful things
The beauty moves on without rest.
The air mists on the water
The water makes the trees grow
Trees give life to fire
Fire sleeps when the wind blows.
When you think of perfection
What is it you see?
World peace? World war?
Never ending opportunity.
Light falls in love with darkness
The darkness clings to what it can’t be
The ugly ones made beautiful
It’s all in the outlook you see.
Water resembles healing
Change is in the air
Fires and passion burning
Wind whisking you there.
Perfection can be found
In anything you see
Things don’t need to be in order
Because perfection is infinity.
_________
White Wolfe
She dances in the white powdered snow
Amongst the pine and winter lands she goes
to and fro looking about her eyes bright with hope.
Her state though sorrowful,
her dance never wavers
Her feet enchanted by hidden music
A hidden voice once lost.
Only living in the memory
of the soul that was once her counter
Blue and white, red and black.
She can only think of getting him back as
she dances in the white powdered snow.
______
Spider
I am a Spider,
a soul for all to see.
You admire my glistening handy work
and yet you slander me.
I trap you in my web of color.
The closer I get, the further you run.
The comments you say scar me,
Like a moth burned by the sun.
The butterfly’s beauty
is celebrated by all.
But once its colorful sand is spent
It too is doomed to fall.
The drone goes on and on
In repetition, like the rest
Come winter his work impaled by cold
lay dead within nest.
A philosopher is the moth,
who escapes the terrible night
by batting his wings higher, faster
until consumed by light.
I am a Spider.
My eyes are never dry.
For I am the one who delivers you
To heaven when you die.
______
Plastic Messiah
Tell them to go they go
Tell them to jump how high?
The man in the white shoes
Who says who lives and dies.
You claim to save them
They all beg for forgiveness.
God made flesh again
The truth gets lost in the mess.
Greed personified
And Sins unjustified
Take the sheep and lead them on.
Gentle manipulation
The heart’s pure palpitation
Beating in your bleeding hands.
Tell them your God, you’re God.
Tell them to murder, they kill.
The man with the saintly face
Who live to perpetuate ill.
You claim you’re real
They all believe your lies.
God discovers your game
But you’re the last one who dies.
Plastic Messiah
With a counterfeit voice
Who is real and who is fake?
Gentle genocide
Taking the flock in the night
Their souls are your debt in the sky.
Perfection
The light gives refuge to the darkness
The darkness hides the ugly ones
The ugly ones make beautiful things
The beauty moves on without rest.
The air mists on the water
The water makes the trees grow
Trees give life to fire
Fire sleeps when the wind blows.
When you think of perfection
What is it you see?
World peace? World war?
Never ending opportunity.
Light falls in love with darkness
The darkness clings to what it can’t be
The ugly ones made beautiful
It’s all in the outlook you see.
Water resembles healing
Change is in the air
Fires and passion burning
Wind whisking you there.
Perfection can be found
In anything you see
Things don’t need to be in order
Because perfection is infinity.
_________
White Wolfe
She dances in the white powdered snow
Amongst the pine and winter lands she goes
to and fro looking about her eyes bright with hope.
Her state though sorrowful,
her dance never wavers
Her feet enchanted by hidden music
A hidden voice once lost.
Only living in the memory
of the soul that was once her counter
Blue and white, red and black.
She can only think of getting him back as
she dances in the white powdered snow.
______
Spider
I am a Spider,
a soul for all to see.
You admire my glistening handy work
and yet you slander me.
I trap you in my web of color.
The closer I get, the further you run.
The comments you say scar me,
Like a moth burned by the sun.
The butterfly’s beauty
is celebrated by all.
But once its colorful sand is spent
It too is doomed to fall.
The drone goes on and on
In repetition, like the rest
Come winter his work impaled by cold
lay dead within nest.
A philosopher is the moth,
who escapes the terrible night
by batting his wings higher, faster
until consumed by light.
I am a Spider.
My eyes are never dry.
For I am the one who delivers you
To heaven when you die.
______
Plastic Messiah
Tell them to go they go
Tell them to jump how high?
The man in the white shoes
Who says who lives and dies.
You claim to save them
They all beg for forgiveness.
God made flesh again
The truth gets lost in the mess.
Greed personified
And Sins unjustified
Take the sheep and lead them on.
Gentle manipulation
The heart’s pure palpitation
Beating in your bleeding hands.
Tell them your God, you’re God.
Tell them to murder, they kill.
The man with the saintly face
Who live to perpetuate ill.
You claim you’re real
They all believe your lies.
God discovers your game
But you’re the last one who dies.
Plastic Messiah
With a counterfeit voice
Who is real and who is fake?
Gentle genocide
Taking the flock in the night
Their souls are your debt in the sky.