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Cerbero -> A thousand words to paint a picture (Cerbero's Poetry) (12/29/2008 15:03:42)

A thousand words to paint a picture

It is good to see you here... It appears that Charon has delivered you here rather quickly, surprising given how little I paid him. You surely wonder why you are here, standing before a complete stranger rather than resting, perhaps even suffering, beyond the other shore of Styx... You see, I require your help with a task that I've commended myself to fulfill.

It is my own burden, a pleasant punishment - as much of an oxymoron as such wording may make it appear to be. My task, before even dreaming of being judged, is to paint a single picture.

Now, now, don't give in to laughter and skepticism so easily. You see, brushes, canvas and oil are not my tools for this assignment. Not literally, at least. I must paint a picture with a meaning that reflects both myself and this space around us, using words. Yes, words. Verse will be my brush, rhyme shall be the oil... and as for the canvas...

You, along with myself, shall assume that role. Please, come in. Make yourself at home...







Cerbero -> RE: A thousand words to paint a picture (Cerbero's Poetry) (12/29/2008 15:05:06)

This is one of my recent pieces of poetry in Spanish, and I could not resist the urge to translate it to the English language. Due to the obvious obstacles, the structure has changed greatly, and I have turned it into an ABAC rather than the free verse the original version is. I have greatly improved it with the help of those who provided criticism while I was in English 101

Lady in black

Powerful lady, oh lady in black
Has the time come already,
So soon are you back?
I feel you open your arms...

I witnessed the passing of months and years
And many times of days
When you brought grief and tears
And I failed to see why.

Silent lady, oh lady in black
Who many times broke my heart
Relentless, not taken aback,
For so many years I was blind...

Time appeared to relish
In, much to my sorrow, ignoring me
Forcing me to watch others perish
Seeing the circle as a vicious cycle.

Merciful lady, oh lady in black!
So many years I have wasted
Letting rage and sorrow stack!
Living this selfish lie...

"Come forth!" I once yelled in fright,
My mind oh so closed,
"Find in this blood your delight!"
Yet you all but forsook me.

Eternal lady, oh lady in black
My eyes are now open;
No more shall I lack
The patience to understand.

It took pain, it took years,
It took blood to feel grief
But as I ran out of tears,
My sight no longer blurred...

Beautiful lady, oh lady in black
By hating you I've hated life
Now let my last smile be what stays back
I am ready now, I can see you smile...




Cerbero -> RE: A thousand words to paint a picture (Cerbero's Poetry) (12/29/2008 15:10:09)

Chained heartbeats

Close your gates to me, oh world!
Forget my existence, lest you see
What consumes all, what is within
Unravel in this story, the only true legacy!

Listen not to the story I can't help but tell,
For the Truth is bound to be fierce as the sea
And in the gate from sweet lies to reality,
Your soul and sanity are the crossing fee!


Everything blurs and I feel
The rain of wrath surrounds me
Flowing in spirals, a trip of madness
Haunting, drowning this damned soul

I’ve made up my mind, yet now I regret it
I’ve shouted my warcry, it’s echo now haunts me
I’ve let a beast loose and I cannot hold it back,
I’ve seen what’s within, and fear what I may be...

Take away the fear within me-
Heartbeats, a suspenseful drum
Counting every moment spent* in
This infernal conundrum

No forgetting, no forgiveness
Blood to metal, vein to chain
Shackling my heart to the lair
Of the beast I failed to reign

Although doubts melt, anger stands firm
Shapes the burden I can’t thwart
For, you see, this weight comes not from
Anywhere but my own heart

I’ve made up my mind, yet now I regret it
I’ve shouted my warcry, its echo now haunts me
I’ve let a beast loose and I cannot hold it back,
I’ve seen what’s within, and fear what I may be...

No... it is my time to choose...
No... no more will I deceive...
No! I will not be undone!
No! On this day, I live!

Fade, oh chains of blood, surrender
Perish my resolve will not
Though I’m betrothed to damnation
It is time to erase this spot

Success and failure; such naive concepts
Though indeed the end has come
All stories, all stages and lives
Pages of an endless tome

I have written my last page
In blood of metal, from veins of chains
Let it be known that though I’ve fallen
It is now the truth what reigns

I’ve made up my mind, no regrets
I’ve shouted my last cry, its echo reminds me that
I’ve let a beast loose and though I couldn’t conquer it
I’ve seen what’s within, and the truth is we’re one


*:In the song version, there is a whispered echo simultaneous to 'spent, speaking the word 'Wasted' in a feral voice.




Cerbero -> RE: A thousand words to paint a picture (Cerbero's Poetry) (12/29/2008 15:11:48)

Her Name


She smiles without mercy
Aware of how well she controls me
Her lips gently caress mine
And everything else ceases to be

With words of love and tragedy
Her lips seduce, her gaze enthralls
Her hands, they trap the melody
Trap me in this unending Vals

Everything changed when I met her,
All sound was muffled, all color fainted,
Taste became dull, only she was clear
For my senses and heart she had tainted

I lost my free will to her scent,
Her lips full of sweet red lies.
I became a slave of her passion
Captivated by the promise of her eyes

Normality goes out the window,
With every sway of her hips
Moments linger, yet leave so fast
As my very essence slips

And now she takes my hands
She tears through my mind
Reaching in passion for my heart
Quickly rendering me love blind

But the frenzy grinds to a halt
As my intentions cease rippling
I wish not brief passion, but lasting love
All that’s left is a question to halt this crippling

Yet how to love without knowing
The name of the object of your passion?
How not to suffer from such gap,
Feeling unworthy of compassion?

Turning this trance into courage
I dare begin an interlude
Of words, of passion turned to sound
Feelings I cannot elude

Her name, the name of the one
Who against all odd and belief
Conquered the tundra that was my heart,
And made fire from its grief

At last she replies, but disappears
Fading into me, the truth occludes,
My thoughts and feelings as she says
“My name, oh dear, is Solitude”




Cerbero -> RE: A thousand words to paint a picture (Cerbero's Poetry) (1/6/2009 13:00:12)

Stock breaker

Halt.
Stop, break and snap out of it.
Leave the schedule; fade in the ambiance
Loosen up and hear me just this once.

Wait.
You don’t need a clock to hear.
Don’t look at that wrist watch today
Disregard the routinely dismay.

I don’t believe in perfection
Time is not a currency for me
Nor a tool, nor means of exchange
It is not an event we can arrange.

I no longer care about profit,
Income, deflation, inflation.
You see I’ve had it up to here
And can’t hold such deceit dear.

This mass obsession disgusts me
To extents beyond expression
And yet I’m an active part of it
Of this humanity deficit.

Every family seen as business,
Each person naught but ciphers
It’s painful, morbid, rather,
To see our morals fall and splatter.

Yes, I’m quite well aware
That a few overused verses
Will only barely be heard- if at all
Through this monetary brawl.

Then why, you might wonder,
Do I spout these useless words?
Why rebel in ways that never succeed,
Uttering warnings that no one will heed?

Because, though I may be silenced,
Censored and removed - reduced, after all-
To just one more line in the docket
Sincere words don’t fit in anyone’s pocket.




Cerbero -> RE: A thousand words to paint a picture (Cerbero's Poetry) (1/30/2009 14:09:45)


Dreaming on(Under the rain)

A single thought harshly descends;
Meaninglessly dull at first.
Yet truth is that it transcends
Its old perspective, a former chain.

And I linger...

Its stride is not a lonely fall;
The numbers slowly will increase.
As paces of this silent ball
Mark their bridge to the mundane.

And I ponder...

They flood the road on which they crash,
Uncertainly from cloud or mind,
Yet it’s clearly seen, this peaceful clash...
For step after step, I watch them die.

And I wonder...

And I wonder what this rain leads towards,
Whether water brings thought or a puzzling vice-versa.
Until I know, I only go forwards
Until Truth’s at hand, I’m headed towards
A single objective, living and thinking-
A single choice, and it is to keep on
Dreaming on, dreaming on under the rain




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