What Poetry Moved You?

[TNT Hsia]

Respect your elders all if they deserve;

Respect your servants too who you well serve;

Respect your father for tilling the soil;

Respect your mother for her love and toil.

 

Respect all teachers who gave you knowledge;

Respect your friend who saved you from the ledge;

Respect all good minds who advised you good;

Respect the man of God who gave soul’s food.

 

Respect all strangers who were all Godsends;

Respect your foes who taught you self-defense;

Respect those evil men who you troubled;

Respect the tempter who well you misled.

 

Respect your conscience which tells you what’s right;

Respect your God who is your Friend and Guide.

 

- John Celes

[iwalkalone]

Someone

 

Oh Hell! … I'm starting to think like a man,

I'm considering the prospect of getting a wife,

A someone to do all of those things,

Mundane or trivial in my life,

Somehow they don't seem quite so insubstantial,

When I have to manage them myself,

They become an ordeal … I get stressed out,

Symptoms manifested through deteriorating health.

 

I need a someone to be my a pressure relief valve,

Activated by their desire to please,

Solve piddling problems before they arise,

A someone to pre-empt my every need,

A someone to give me comfort,

A someone who is always on my side,

A someone who shares my interpretation of Love,

A someone in whom I can confide.

 

I'd appreciate a someone who'd be my oil painting,

While I was their Dorian Gray,

I would continue to glow with wholesome vitality,

Meanwhile … they would grow old … rot and decay,

A someone to suffer my illnesses,

To worry for me when I have woes,

Feel my pain … become exhausted,

Fight meaningless battles against insignificant foes.

 

But … when I think of about getting a someone,

It brings memories back to mind,

Of when I was someone else's someone,

Times when I felt hopelessly trapped and confined,

By a thankless self-important tyrant,

Dependent on my willingness to serve,

Never satisfied by my considerable efforts,

Telling me that I was getting everything that I deserved.

 

So although a someone may make my life simpler…

I'm much better off to stay alone,

Without a someone to make unhappy,

No someone to call my own,

A lonely frustrated Lifestyle,

Far removed from marital bliss,

Thus … after analysing my options,

I've decided to definitely give that someone a miss!

[BlackWizard]

Nocturnal Supremacy

 

 

Weak midnight promises of love

Were wept upon Her grave

And shunned by stars above

In mortal life lurks my dismay

An Angel stole my heart

and Death took Her away

 

She sleeps beyond the grace of god

A dreaming beauty

If wishes could only fray that bond

The dead would sing for me...

 

Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice

A poet's serenade

Her name a whisper 'pon my lips

And lo, Rorasa came

 

"Fear me not my grieving King

Funereal in breath

The secrets of the dark I know

And thus, we shall cheat Death"

 

My promises wrought though despondence that night

Have delivered me gifts from the grave

Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life

Never a Devil so vain

The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost

And no heaven would silence the pain

Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost

Desire for warm blood again

 

Princess lay down thy florid cheek

In drunken splendour

Tonight rare regal fate has cast

The wolves among the sheep

 

Dark nature clasp my soul

Around Her throat mine arms enfold

To sleep, perchance to dream

And then...

To dusk and flesh ascend

 

The Sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies

and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide

From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore

Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war

As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day

To rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey

 

We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea

The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous

Eternity

Damnation

Salvation

Stigmata plague

 

The wine of Bacchus flows

Listen to the thunder rage

 

Deceivers dragged before their cross

I am He that vanquished Death

And bore the sting of loss

What vulgar christ will unprise my grasp?

His temple, ruined, burns

And sweet Rorasa laughs

 

I am enamoured and imparadised

To catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes

"I will crush them all

If this holds thy delight"

Rather dead forever than to lose her

Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite

[paeng]

My favorite's Dante's Commedia.

[Mobius Stripper]

Like a Rolling Stone

Bob Dylan

 

Once upon a time you dressed so fine

You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?

People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"

You thought they were all kiddin' you

You used to laugh about

Everybody that was hangin' out

Now you don't talk so loud

Now you don't seem so proud

About having to be scrounging for your next meal.

 

How does it feel

How does it feel

To be without a home

Like a complete unknown

Like a rolling stone?

 

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely

But you know you only used to get juiced in it

And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street

And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it

You said you'd never compromise

With the mystery tramp, but now you realize

He's not selling any alibis

As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes

And ask him do you want to make a deal?

 

How does it feel

How does it feel

To be on your own

With no direction home

Like a complete unknown

Like a rolling stone?

 

You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns

When they all come down and did tricks for you

You never understood that it ain't no good

You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you

You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat

Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat

Ain't it hard when you discover that

He really wasn't where it's at

After he took from you everything he could steal.

 

How does it feel

How does it feel

To be on your own

With no direction home

Like a complete unknown

Like a rolling stone?

 

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people

They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made

Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things

But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe

You used to be so amused

At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used

Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse

When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose

You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

 

How does it feel

How does it feel

To be on your own

With no direction home

Like a complete unknown

Like a rolling stone?

[torturedpriest]

The Raping Of Faith

 

Flowers lift your precious head to me

I have come to her warm embrace

The gentle touch of surreality

A sweet kiss from beloved faith

 

The gardens swim with fervent life tonight

I sense the beauty that waits for me there

Dancing with the statues in the pale moonlight

The velveret whisper at play with her hair

--Cradle of Filth

 

---Cradle of Filth Lyrics for me are very good if you read it as poem. It's deep and dark theme is very unique

[foxy_fujiko]

[You Who Never Arrived]

by Rainer Maria Rilke

 

 

You who never arrived

in my arms, Beloved, who were lost

from the start,

I don't even know what songs

would please you. I have given up trying

to recognize you in the surging wave of the next

moment. All the immense

images in me-- the far-off, deeply-felt landscape,

cities, towers, and bridges, and unsuspected

turns in the path,

and those powerful lands that were once

pulsing with the life of the gods-

all rise within me to mean

you, who forever elude me.

 

You, Beloved, who are all

the gardens I have ever gazed at,

longing. An open window

in a country house--, and you almost

stepped out, pensive, to meet me.

Streets that I chanced upon,--

you had just walked down them and vanished.

And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors

were still dizzy with your presence and, startled,

gave back my too-sudden image. Who knows?

perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us

yesterday, seperate, in the evening...

 

 

Translated by Stephen Mitchell

[TNT Hsia]

Imagine there's no heaven

It's easy if you try

No hell below us

Above us only sky

Imagine all the people

Living for today...

 

Imagine there's no countries

It isn't hard to do

Nothing to k*ll or die for

And no religion too

Imagine all the people

Living life in peace...

 

You may say I'm a dreamer

But I'm not the only one

I hope someday you'll join us

And the world will be as one

 

Imagine no possessions

I wonder if you can

No need for greed or hunger

A brotherhood of man

Imagine all the people

Sharing all the world...

 

You may say I'm a dreamer

But I'm not the only one

I hope someday you'll join us

And the world will live as one

 

- John Lennon

[iwalkalone]

And I love her silence.. silently silent..silently silence..

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silenced by my prostrated, , silence

[Mobius Stripper]

Hello darkness, my old friend,

I've come to talk with you again,

Because a vision softly creeping,

Left its seeds while I was sleeping,

And the vision that was planted in my brain

Still remains

Within the sound of silence.

 

In restless dreams I walked alone

Narrow streets of cobblestone,

'neath the halo of a street lamp,

I turned my collar to the cold and damp

When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of

A neon light

That split the night

And touched the sound of silence.

 

And in the naked light I saw

Ten thousand people, maybe more.

People talking without speaking,

People hearing without listening,

People writing songs that voices never share

And no one deared

Disturb the sound of silence.

 

Fools said i,you do not know

Silence like a cancer grows.

Hear my words that I might teach you,

Take my arms that I might reach you.

But my words like silent raindrops fell,

And echoed

In the wells of silence

 

And the people bowed and prayed

To the neon God they made.

And the sign flashed out its warning,

In the words that it was forming.

And the signs said, the words of the prophets

Are written on the subway walls

And tenement halls.

And whisper'd in the sounds of silence.

Edited October 15, 2006 by Mobius Stripper

[Guest ------(-@]

lover's lament

 

time flies so fast

as if it was only yesterday

the first time i met you

my heart beats fast

every time i see you

but as time flies

i suddenly realized

that you're but a dream

a dream that cannot be reached

as if like a star

amid the evening sky

my love

what can i do

for you don't love me

though my love for you is true

time flies so fast

and i must say goodbye

farewell

my love

[saintmaverick]

Who would think that one could find immortality in a mortal mind,

It exists within and not without, It exists within without a doubt.

The greatest thing that man hath done was speak of lies to everyone.

[saintmaverick]

From a dear old friend of mine. The knight from the mountains, keeper of his castle.

He wrote this for our high school graduation and I still think it holds so much meaning in all aspects of life.

 

 

Mounted upon my horse, on a cold night.

I look yonder and see a battle

the battle of life

 

In the battle, fate and destiny is revealed

the weak fall, the strong rise.

 

Before I take my first step into battle

I stop to think of both friends and foes

The people who contributed to me being here

the people I need to thank

 

To my left and to my right

I see my friends

And to you my friends,

I would like to say, "Thank you".

Thank you for just being there.

 

With my friends I see my foes.

To you my enemies,

I salute thee

I salute thee for making me strong

with the taste of defeat and victory

 

To my dear family who supported me during my times of need

There is no amount of word to which I can express my gratitude.

 

And with this said, I look back one last time

before charging into the battle.

[iwalkalone]

But still loving you and only you….

Strip all the inimitably bountiful melody from my voice; heartlessly leaving me to wander; through the aimless streets of cacophonic incongruity and thwarted obstreperousness,

 

Strip all the immaculately enriched artistry from my fingers; uncouthly leaving me to claw my way; through a robotic matchbox of maniacally manipulative and corporate darkness,

 

Strip all the spirit to philanthropically hoist from my shoulders; diabolically leaving me without a singleton mission on this earth; and shirking further and further away from the fabric of miraculous humanity,

 

Strip all the unfathomably passionate yearning from my eyes; parasitically leaving me in a dungeon of vindictive blackness; where all I could sight were the ghosts of monotonous give and take,

 

Strip all the undaunted compassionate from my chest; sinfully leaving me in a slush-pile of pathetically lame meaninglessness; wildly groping in every conceivable direction for the warmth of fresh creation,

 

Strip all the exultating rhythm of adventure from my feet; disastrously leaving me to follow the same treacherous route to shame; every monstrous day and viciously marauding night,

 

Strip all the insuperable temerity from my teeth; hopelessly leaving me to wantonly suck every ounce of benign achievement; from every fathomable bosom that I encountered my way on the trajectory of soil,

 

Strip all the victoriously bedazzling romance from my skin; morbidly leaving me in a coffin of hateful lamentation; with even the most sensuously hilted knives floundering to have the tiniest effect on my soul,

Strip all the ubiquitously enthralling fantasy from my brain; grievously leaving me to squander an infinite miles; under the treacherously acrimonious rays of the afternoon Sun; and crippling sinking sand beneath my feet,

 

Strip all the zealous tenacity from my bones; abysmally leaving me to fret and ludicrously regret; tossing like an impotent idiot as the hideous devil massacred and violently rampaged through my motherland,

 

Strip all the untamed ardor from my sweat; preposterously leaving me like the ultimate beggar of my time; unrelentingly staggering on obdurate ground; without the most infinitesimal wings of desire,

 

Strip all the unparalleled sensitivity from my spine; abjectly leaving me to squeak till death; in the gutters of fetid moroseness and deliriously beheading practicality,

 

Strip all the spell-binding humanitarian valor from my blood; wretchedly leaving me to solely sight my reflection in mud; seek solace in the utmost hell’s of obscurity; far from the most invisible cry of eternal living kind,

 

Strip all the burgeoning virility from my loins; mercilessly leaving me in victimizing morasses of incarceration; unable to blissfully emboss even a footprint of mine on earth; even after an infinite births and deaths,

 

Strip all the enlivening rhapsody from my lips; agonizingly leaving me to squabble and sob; even as the most unassailable epitomes of success and happiness; profusely kissed my doorstep,

 

Strip all the unshakably divine truth from my conscience; unsparingly leaving me to confront each instant of passing life; abominably entangled in a jailhouse of blood-stained chicanery and thorns,

 

Strip all the unconquerable fieriness from my breath; banefully leaving me to unceasingly gape amongst lividly infertile patches of sky; with the true elixir of my existence evaporating; even before it could be born,

 

Strip all the perpetually passionate ardor of my heart; cursedly leaving me in the graveyards of baselessly penalizing war; where the only diet that existed day and night; was that of symbiotic blood and human breath,

 

And you’ll eventually get my body- living the life of a gruesomely dead corpse; but still loving you and only you O! heavenly beloved; and with an intensity which was an infinite times even greater; than when I was naturally and perfectly alive…

 

©®copyright by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.

 

Nikhil Parekh

[saintmaverick]

Samual Taylor Coleridge

Kubla Kahn (or, A Vision in a Dream)

 

In Xanadu did Kubla Kahn

A stately pleasure dome decree:

Where Alph, the sacred river, ran

Through caverns measureless to man

Down to a sunless sea.

So twice five miles of fertile ground

With walls and towers were girdled round,

And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,

Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;

And here were forests ancient as the hills,

Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.

But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted

Down the green hill athwart a cedern cover!

A savage place! as holy and enchanted

As e're beneath a waning moon was haunted

by woman wailing for her demon lover!

And from this chasm with ceaseless turmoil seething,

As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,

A mighty fountain momently was forced:

Amid whose swift, half-intermitted burst

Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail

Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail:

And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever,

It flung up momently the sacred river!

Five miles meandering with mazy motion

Through wood and dale the sacred river ran

Then reached the caverns measureless to man,

And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean.

And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far

Ancestral voices prophesying war!

The shadow of the dome of pleasure

Floated midway on the waves,

Where was heard with mingled measure

From the fountain and the caves.

It was a miracle of rare device,

A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!

A damsal with a dulcimer

In a vision I once saw:

It was an Abyssinian maid,

And on her dulcimer she played,

Singing of Mount Abora.

Could I revive within me

Her symphony and song

To such a deep delight 'twould win me,

That with music loud and long

I would build that dome in air,

That sunny dome! Those caves of ice!

And all who heard should see it there,

And all should cry, Beware! Beware!

His flashing eyes! His floating hair!

Weave a circle round him thrice,

And close your eyes with holy dread,

For he on honey-dew hath fed

And drunk the milk of Paradise.