Poetry Courtesy of Destruction...please be nice

...and don't be frightened...we all have our own ways of coping with stress (*smile*)...

Yes, okay, the first one isn't a poem, but a song, as should be obvious...

PHAEDRUS
Embrace me, fulfill me, make me whole, teach me what you know, show me where to go...
My lord, my savior,
I will lay blessings upon your head,
Gifts around your feet,
Only to serve the one who is sacred,
In you I am made complete.
Save me...

My master, my teacher,
Save me from the darkness near me,
Take my hand and guide it truly,
All I have I bequeath to you,
Please, dear lord...tell me what to do…
Show me...

CHORUS:
In you I am made complete,
In you is the echo of all I need,
In you is perfection I can never meet,
Take no notice of my obvious greed,
The dream I must fulfill, the flame I must feed.
I am lost...
The darkness is just outside my door

My messiah, my all,
Hold my hand when I cross the road,
I am nothing without your voice as guidance,
Your praise a spur, your curse a goad,
Help me destroy the last of the dance.
Help me kill my soul...I fear it...it’s not you.

My commander, my dominator,
Keep me frozen in your embrace,
Let me look away, I’m afraid to see your face,
I don’t need my heart, only your eyes,
But let me hide awhile, lest the phoenix arise.
Don’t let the devil awaken.

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My keeper, my captor,
Lock me up within your heart
And please, please throw away the key,
Of you I will always be a part.
You are what I strive for...can’t they see?
Can’t I see?

My God, my confessor,
Save me from these sinful thoughts,
Childish rebellion amounts to naught.
Others don’t have the strength to submit,
You will always be the mask that fits.
The darkness reaches for me...

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My salvation, my damnation,
Stifle me, drain me, sustain me,
Let me be your slave, your mirror,
Chain me securely so I can never flee,
The truth could never be any clearer.
Let me trust you instead of myself...

My master, you bastard,
I cannot block out the tears, the pain,
Let me wash away my Self in this rain,
Exorcise the darkness from me,
Confine me, and I will be free.
I cannot believe it anymore...

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The darkness must be my soul,
For all that is bright and true...springs from you.
To create the light, we must burn the black coal.
I believe that...I do...I really do...

Punish me...why can I not understand?
Help me, shape me, destroy me, recreate me...
You are my God, for you formed me,
From the dust into the divine, your image,
And I am worthless.
Help me to believe that.
Help me to stifle myself.
Help me to empower the light...
Why don’t I believe that the answer lies within you
anymore?

PLEASANT DREAMS
Sealed blind and hurting into my shell,
My last glimpse of the light cut off,
Cold black nails send me to hell,
I breathe my new world, dark and soft.
And the undertakers laugh.

"Pleasant dreams," the mourners croon,
"You have it better, safe within the box."
Sleep the sleep of the dead, and escape this doom
That haunts us when the skeleton knocks.

I have never, ever had it so good,
Bedded down within a cocoon of lace,
I’m no princess, I can feel nothing through the wood,
The pretty mask of paint obscures my face
And the morticians laugh.

The tag tied to my big toe tells them enough,
Of my entrails they have no need,
I have been pumped full of their embalming fluid, stuffed,
Shaped into a symbol of their art by monumental greed.

My eyes have been stroked closed,
My fingers pried apart, lips fixed in a grin,
They’ve locked me within this box while I dozed,
For I never remember asking to be let in.
And the coroner laughs.

"Pleasant dreams," the mourners enlighten,
"You have it better, safe within the box."
But, then, why did I awaken frightened,
Who, then, felt the need for so many locks?

Only darkness--perhaps my eyes are gone,
Melted away by the insinuations of the artists.
Breathing eternity, there is no more need to see the dawn,
For the stale air itself is Death’s lingering kiss.
And the Reverend laughs.

Here is forever, living without life,
And the claw marks on the lid scar my paradise,
Every thud of the shovel like a knife,
An Eden created by a throw of the dice.

Screaming the agony of silence,
The satin cage muffles any protest,
I wonder who else is trapped in this violence,
The endless hell of my endless rest,
And God laughs.

"Pleasant dreams," the mourners drool,
"You have it better, safe within the box."
If it is for your own good, it is not cruel,
There will be no exhumation, for no one heard the knocks.

I am alone...

INITIATION
Shadow-born betrayer,
Mother of lies,
Demon, spread your wings,
And open my eyes.

When I fell asleep in your arms,
I heard time catch its breath,
Wading through the elusive shadows,
Face to face with Death.

Your eyes shine in the darkness,
Illuminating my cage,
Marking an invitation to play
As Death throws down his gage.

You led my feet through the dance steps
And held the cup of poison to my lips,
The foulest ambrosia, the sweetest release,
The talons tearing a gentle death-grip.

The dragon shines silver in the light,
The flame strikes a chord within,
I throw aside my lance and shield,
As I recognize your fiendish grin.

The demon dwells in solitude,
The pit I cannot scale, the game I cannot master,
I called for you, never hoping for a response,
My individuation my own disaster.

The enemy I have embraced,
Taken into my heart with glee,
It is indeed a bitter thing to learn,
That only loving you will set me free.

PHOENIX
Light so bright, truth so clear,
A thin shard of hope guides the soul lost in darkness,
Heralding the dawn he otherwise would not hear,
Casting its net of beauty to wash all in grace.

Light so bright, truth so near,
The warmth of his presence nourishes dreams,
In fullness, in glory, seed of the seer,
The heartbeat cries out that things are not as they seem.

Light so bright, truth so sharp,
The sunset goes bloody, the sky keens its loss,
The skeletal dance begins to the tune of his harp,
The sickle bared to the seeker, the truth without gloss.

Light so bright, truth finds itself,
From smoldering ashes a dream is reborn,
Let the seeker find sustenance, chasing himself,
In the depths of the night returns always the morn.

Reborn from the nest, he immolates the past,
A living symbol of the path, gentle and cruel,
The heart that beats becomes the new day,
The rushing of the waterfall before the pilgrimaging Fool.

RAINBOWS
Grieve not, the rain whispered,
The sunshine will return.
The clouds will clear, the light emerge,
Or so you will one day learn.

The clouds are boats of silver,
Which carry tired souls along,
The eerie pattern of the rain
Is the lost one’s blessing song.

Grieve not, the rain whispered,
When we fall we feed the earth,
Each droplet, every hard-earned tear,
Paves the way for the next rebirth.

The sun is strong, but not eternal,
He must rest in the arms of the dark,
But always will he return with the dawn,
Urged on by the morning lark.

Grieve not, the rain whispered,
For our deluge will pass,
In the end, all to remind you,
Will be the trace of dew upon the grass.

The rainbow peeks behind the clouds,
As though afraid to dare the slate-gray sky,
But always will it be urged on,
To coax the heavens’ eyes dry.

Grieve not, the rain whispered,
And watch the sunset play,
Sleep comfortably through the darkness,
And await with the dawning day.

CROWN OF THORNS
The wind whistling through the cemetery trees
Dries the tears carving chasms down my face
You would have preferred it this way.

You drank the wine down to the lees,
Played the victim with style and grace,
And always made sure I saw you play.
Damn your games.

Let the world slap you, and turn the other cheek,
This is the key to success,
And I was always an open door.

Beneath your sweet perfume is the predator’s reek,
I give you more and you call it less,
You wear the face of another power-hungry whore.
Put a new twist on the story.

You have me caught in your wasted claws,
There is no limit to how far you will go,
Don’t close the coffin door; your effort would be wasted.

It’s not on you that your pain most gnaws,
But you always make sure to let it show,
The feast of life is never eaten, just tasted.
Turn your face away from the light.

PERSEPHONE'S SEEDS

What is this place, and why am I here?
Locked in the darkness that has become my jail,
I am alone, though I can feel you near,
Can hear your chuckles as I sob and wail.
Free me!

You have handed me the key, left open the door,
In your deep somber voice set me free,
But somehow I find myself bound tighter than before,
And I wonder what beast is within me.
Destroy it!

I must have eaten Persephone’s seeds,
Gulped from your hand with me on my knees,
With them I swallowed me pride, my heart, my needs,
Subordinated to your demands, ignoring my pleas.

I would like to deny that I made this my hell,
That you dragged me here against my will,
But there remains no way for me to tell,
What holds me here, and keeps me still.
Save me!

Drip your poison and I will lap it up,
Cringing, all the time, against the taint,
But never have I complained against this foul sup,
For I have worshipped you like a nascent saint.
Quench it!

Above us Demeter cries her loss, but I cannot care,
The world, my world, shrivels because none will take heed,
Something holds me within your hellish glare—
This is the nature of Persephone’s seeds.





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