Introduction
After delving into the works of Gabriele D'Annunzio, a profound inspiration stirred within me. D'Annunzio, with his lush imagery, passionate individualism, and intense emotional expressions, has always had the power to ignite a creative fire in the hearts of those who encounter his poetry. His unique blend of sensuality, beauty, and patriotism, all articulated through a highly stylized and evocative language, resonated with me on a profound level. This led me to channel my own thoughts and feelings into poetry, attempting to mirror D'Annunzio's ornate style and thematic richness. Moreover I intend to keep updating this as a lifelong diary, if you will. Despite being ridiculed for engaging in poetry, I've come to see it as a form of expression that I need.
My Love
Upon the altar of the night, beneath the sanctity of stars,
Our spirits merge, a confluence divine, transcending mortal bars.
Thine eyes, a galaxy; my heart, its captive satellite,
In thee, my universe, my day is found within thy night.
We are one flesh, one soul entwined, a tapestry of fate,
In every breath, in every sigh, our essences conflate.
The sky, our canopy, the night, our sacred, shared domain,
Within the constellations' weave, our love's eternal reign.
As rivers to the ocean's heart, inexorably drawn,
So are we to each other's arms, from dusk until the dawn.
In thee, I find my purpose, my muse, my flame, my art,
For we are not two entities, but one beating heart.
Unto the end of time, through every trial, every test,
Our souls shall dance, intertwined, in the heavens manifest.
For not even death, with its cold and silent part,
Can sever what is forged in stars — our undying, one heart.
Contemplation For Death
Upon this drear and endless night, my soul in darkness lay,
With thoughts of death my constant guest, through each desolate day.
To spill the blood of foes I loathe, in dreams I oft partake,
Then turn the blade upon myself, for my own life to take.
The only time I feel alive, is when pain's embrace is near,
Without her love, I'm but a shell, devoid of hope or fear.
I am naught but a specter now, humanity forsaken,
A corpse that walks, devoid of life, by all else abandoned.
Let me to the earth's embrace, to rot away unseen,
For in this world of sorrow deep, I've naught but anguish keen.
Someday, I vow, by mine own hand, I'll join the silent throng,
In death's sweet release, at last, I'll find where I belong.
Absolute Loneliness
Beneath the veil of night’s embrace, in shadows deep and wide,
I sink into the void's cold clasp, where dreams and darkness bide.
Into that chasm vast and grim, I lose my form, my essence dim,
A specter of my former self, in sorrow’s chains, I'm held in thrall,
In this abyss where nightmares dwell, I hear despair’s silent call.
Without her light, I wander lost, a ghost upon life’s shore,
An empty husk, from warmth divorced, bereft forevermore.
Stripped of value, drowned in woe, within this gloomy snare I'm caught,
My essence fades, a candle snuffed, by winds of despair, distraught.
My beacon, hope, once bright and clear, now swallowed by the night,
Its glow extinguished, lost to silence, beyond the reach of light.
In a Devil’s tone, I weave this tale of darkness, loss, and woe,
A soul adrift in endless night, where shadows ebb and flow.
My Calling
In the solitude of my existence, I wandered, empty,
Till the nations call, like a siren, did find me.
A romantic, unwavering truth I vowed to embody.
I pledged to be the vessel, the voice of our people,
For without their breath, I am but an ant.
In the embrace of fascism, my youthful muse,
I find my cause, in struggle, my purpose blooms.
A war within, against society, against the world's tide,
For the glory of our nation, I am prepared to die.
With a Roman salute, to the heavens, my spirit flies,
If death claims me, in the fatherland's heart, I forever lie.
For I am eternal, in the echoes of our ancestral cries,
Never dead, living in the legacy that inside me lies.
Through generations, their essence never fades,
In you, in me, our shared destiny it invades.
To Martyrdom
Upon this earth, a stage where martyrs play,
In chains of faith, they met their night and day.
With visions of the heavens in their sight,
They stood, like flowers 'gainst the frost, in might.
In colosseums 'gainst the lion's roar,
Upon the pyres, where their flesh did tear,
Not dread of death, nor hell's deepest fright,
Could dim their souls' celestial, burning light.
"O love divine, for thee we bear all pain,"
Thus spoke they, gazing heavens with disdain
Of earthly woes, their spirits soared and pure,
Their love for God, forever to endure.
By executioner's block, 'neath sun's harsh beams,
They knelt, not to tyrant's will, but Gods divine call,
Their final breath a prayer, a heavenly pall.
"Forgive them, Father," whispered with last breath,
Embracing death, not as defeat but faith.
As martyrs fall, their blood a seed sown deep,
In hearts of those who watch, who weep, who keep.
Let now our words, in homage, rise and swell,
By the Churchs call, their memory is saved.
Trapped In Myself
Faith hath fled, no God in sight, at nadir left by thee,
Each step I take, my bones doth ache, a prisoner I’m in me.
This trembling form, with every attempt, doth shake in silent dread,
A spirit worn, feels less than naught, my flesh as light as air instead.
In vain I seek to mend what’s broke, yet thoughts of thee persist,
By night I walk, by night I run, in stars’ cold gaze, I exist.
With music’s plea to heaven’s ear, I sing to voided space,
Thy vow unkept, to deafened stars, thine absence I embrace.
Thou hast moved on, ere I couldst mount one final, desperate plea,
Alone I stand, thy friends my foes, no soul to comfort me.
With years of yore, my youth was stormed, no betterment in sight,
Each choice I make, disaster’s wake, engulfed in endless plight.
Thou wert my light, now gone from sight, what reason left to cling?
In solitude, forever cast, a solitary being.
Not even God, to whom I plea, can this lost soul reclaim,
What am I then, but empty air, a nothing, void of name.
To My Higher Aims
In youth, my heart was draped in shades of woe,
A struggle with the world's deceptive guise,
Yet, passions deep within me fiercely rise,
In battle for the victory's glow.
To family, nation, and the God above,
My efforts bend, though flawed my soul may tread,
A sinner, in the dust, my dreams are spread,
Yet one true call I heed with steadfast love.
This call, a whisper from the righteous past,
His spirit stirs, though laid beneath the earth,
For in his vision, I find solemn worth,
Despite the shadows over culture cast.
A world ensnared by its own frantic cries,
Decay and decline paint the days in gray,
Yet, 'midst the turmoil, I find my way,
For Hitler or hell, in this crucible my spirit lies.
But gold emerges from the fiercest fire,
So, in this furnace, I seek my rebirth,
A testament to what I hold in worth,
Above the mire, to higher aims aspire.
I Stand Tall
Thou hast betrayed me, rent my heart asunder,
Chosen another, by fouler arts beguiled.
Thy comrades lack all charity, 'tis thunder
Of false piety, by spite defiled.
Lies upon lies, each promise broke asunder,
Leav'st me in shards, emotionally exiled.
Thy care, it wanes; their empathy, it slumbers,
Not one soul stirs, whilst I am thus reviled.
My verses mocked, my earnest words thou blightest,
Yet 'tis my heart laid bare, my vision keen.
No wisdom found, but infant's mind thou slightest,
In all, a void where once my faith had been.
From love to hate, my sorrow now transmuted,
My trust in God, by this ordeal disputed.
Dost thou perceive the depth of woe imputed?
I own my flaws, yet why am I refuted?
To demonize, to cast me out, thou aimest,
Am I the devil, scapegoat thou proclaimest?
Was my love naught but chaff upon thy breezes?
Yet here I stand, 'gainst worldly strife, unaided.
Alone I tread, for only the stout-hearted
Can brave this world, from love and friendship parted.
The Fatherland
Within the pulse of the group, my essence is tightly woven,
A thread in the grand tapestry, by unseen forces chosen.
Without this collective soul, I am but a hollow shell,
For it is our shared blood, in which our spirits dwell.
Flesh of my flesh, heart of my heart, together our pulses rise,
United beneath one sacred faith, beneath the same vast skies.
I am the nation, as are you, together we form its core,
Our group's primordial consciousness, a bond forevermore.
God himself has marked our path, our spirits finely tuned,
Above all stands our kin, under a banner moon.
The flag, our eternal flame, into our minds it sears,
Triumphant, unbroken, beyond the realm of years.
Like the Roman eagle, soaring, and the fascio, ever strong,
Our unity is our fortress, where all our hearts belong.
Our Home
Beneath the smoldering ruins of my being, a passionate inferno lies hidden,
Each exhalation a quest for the lands where unvarnished truths are unbidden.
I trade my years for but glimpses of that far-off citadel,
Through the veil of agony, a realm solely ours to spell.
In avenues once familiar, now estranged, our legacies are berated, sullied,
Resonating with the relentless turmoil, the purity of youth bullied.
My forebears watch in mute reproach from their celestial stands,
Lamenting the desecration of their lineage by scornful hands.
The way forward cloaked, swallowed by the relentless night’s embrace,
I long for a beacon, a guiding light, a companion in this desolate space.
Alone, I summon, through the dense shadows, for souls akin,
Yet, in the absence of guiding light, I’ll ignite my own within.
With a pledge as solemn as the night is dark, we stake our claim,
Through the storms wrought of our own blood and sweat, our land to reclaim.
A sacred vow, upon hallowed earth, our purpose we refine,
By the will of God, through trials most fierce, this land shall be mine.
I Pray
Beneath Your endless, sacred sky so high,
My humble voice ascends, a contrite sigh.
Before You, O Lord, in repentance, I lie,
Pleading for Your grace from Your throne in the sky.
O Divine Jesus, Christ, the Son above,
Embrace me with Your boundless, forgiving love.
Let my sins be washed away, let me rise thereof,
As saints once walked in faith, their eyes set on You above.
Grant me, O Lord, a heart renewed and true,
In Your mercy vast, my life anew.
For I am but a sinner, seeking Your face so divine,
Yearning for Your light, in Your love to shine.
Hear now my prayer, a plea from the depths of my heart,
In Your embrace, let me have a new start.
For I seek but Your face, Your grace to impart,
Hold me, Lord Jesus, and never depart.
Time For Change
Beneath shadows, steadfast I stand, heart's rhythm my guide,
In honesty, through despair's spin, faith reborn inside.
Embracing sorrow, into fray I stride,
Dancing with deceit, where my spirit finds its tide.
Yearning for more in this weary realm,
Yet not drowned by the overwhelming helm.
Dismissing constraints with a silent frown,
Onward I journey, under the cosmos' crown.
No waiting for dawn or tales anew,
My story unfolds under the skies so true.
Change, my shield, bright and unfurled,
Against the tide, my soul, into the world hurled.
True to myself, beyond others' demand,
In renewal and freedom, firmly I stand.
Tears and joy, agony and bliss entwine,
Chasing delight, through storm and shine.
Strayed, yet graceful, my truth I seek,
Questions of being, in silence, they speak.
As I transform, the cosmos mirrors me,
What visions fill your future's sea?
Toward tomorrow, with courage, I tread,
Unfettered by fear, through time I'm led.
Yet incomplete, forward I press,
In this journey, life's essence I confess.
Echos of Valor
In the vibrating silence of halls where caution whispers, we unfurl a canvas of audacity,
Champions of valor, under the scrutinous gaze of a watchful world, we carve our victories from the bedrock of challenge.
Through epochs, our anthems have celebrated the seductive dance with danger,
Amid the tempest of adversity, our spirits, unyielding, surge forward.
With the blaze of devotion to our land and the fervor of our battles as our beacon,
This dawn finds us, hearts ablaze, eager to inscribe a new chapter.
While the disciples of tranquility seek sanctuary in the boundless, unseen realms,
In the heart of tumult, we discover our truth, our essence unveiled.
Through the pulsing veins of our cities, our convictions blaze a trail,
Meeting adversaries head-on, our resolve is unbreakable, steadfast.
Liberty, expansive and unbound, for the individual and the collective dream alike,
With disdain reserved solely for cowardice, the antithesis of our esteem.
Let the spirit of our domain eclipse the mere allure of freedom,
Outshining ancient victories with the fervor of our present crusade.
Our realm, as formidable as a sea leviathan, in might and stature,
With its sentinel isles heralding the onset of a tempest we eagerly embrace.
With a shared passion, our collective pride deeply rooted,
We call upon our leaders, beneath the same vast celestial expanse,
To chase after grand dreams, casting aside the chains of caution,
Proclaiming a new era, with a resolve that unites us all.
To the architects and visionaries among us,
Let not the storm of discord deter your spirit.
Cast aside the tools of peace, and don the armor of conflict,
For in the heat of battle, true brilliance is often revealed.
We salute the symphony of artillery, the beauty born from scars of strife,
Shaped by our hands, under the guide of the stars, we forge our existence.
No masterpiece stands grand without the mark of defiance,
In the crucible of struggle, we find a most unique form of reliance.
Our odes sing of the valor of daring, a spectacle unparalleled,
Valor, audacity, and insurrection intertwined within our hearts.
Gone are the days of serenades to stillness or the calm of gentle rest,
Now, we champion fervent action, in relentless pursuit.
In the crucible of conflict, true beauty takes its breath,
Each creation a beacon, defying the specter of oblivion.
Our verses wage a war against the veils of the unknown,
Demanding acquiescence with a voice that is bold and commanding.
We chant hymns to the art of war, responding to our land’s fervent call,
In the bravery of our soldiers, in the patriot’s heartfelt sigh,
We find beauty in peril, in the wild flame of chaos,
Amidst the tumult of our times, boldly, we claim our legacy.
Whispers of Eternity
As the echo of my existence dissolves into the silence of eternity,
Cling to the revelation that an essence of me persists,
A perpetual legacy, untamed and pristine.
The moment of my ultimate reckoning is etched in the stars,
Amid the tumult of conflict, in the sacred place where liberty once kindled its flame,
Spring emerges, cloaked in the tender mercy of renewal,
Its breath imbued with the fragrance of blossoms, reviving the once desolate expanse.
Should you forsake the solemn oaths to those who have perished,
Within the meadows where poppies murmur, our souls will stir unrestfully.
Brotherhood
In the warmth of our union, insight sparked anew,
Through our joint endeavors, a higher realm came into view.
Alone, a soul could scarcely reach such noble heights,
Where fleeting visions of the divine ignite.
Dissolving the self, a crucial step to rise,
Aiming for the celestial, beyond the earthly skies.
In our collective essence, a poignant grace was found,
A power to uplift us, from apathy unbound.
Hand in hand, we faced the shadow of communal woe,
Boldly walking towards the end, the greatest sorrow we'd know.
Embracing our mortality became our sacred vow,
A fellowship of warriors, together we’d plow.
Amidst the clash and unity of our shared plight,
We uncovered a deep truth, a beacon so bright:
It was our joined endeavor, our shared ordeal,
That unveiled the vast mysteries life did conceal.
Through Shadows to The Stars
Beneath the cloak of woe and weep, yet unhealed, standeth thee tall,
Bear the burden of bygone years, yet ne’er let thy spirit pall.
Thine hand in mine, a pledge we make, shall time its tribute call?
To shield thine ebbing smile, I swear, 'gainst tempests that doth maul.
Thy voice, a lighthouse in the night, in battle turns to hush,
Yet through the tempest, I shall seek thy spark, no distance shall me crush.
In shadows deep, where hope doth fade, and joy but a faint shimmer,
Utter not of smiles lost, or of hatred's bitter simmer.
For in the morrow’s hidden folds, a purpose yet to be unfurled,
Stand stout, for soon thou shalt grasp, what once seemed lost to the world.
As iron clad in rust's cold grip, our spirits felt their wane,
Alone thou facedst life's harsh gale, with kindness as thy chain.
Yet through the pain that distance wrought, a light in kindness gleamed,
Remember, from our sorrows sprout, the strengths that we have dreamed.
Thine hand did seek a tender touch, an act of grace so mild,
Doth memory still cradle such? In kindness, pain beguiled.
For through our trials, we learn to bestow, a kindness without end,
Press forward, for life to embrace, and peace of heart to mend.
In life's vast, hidden script, meanings lurk in shadow's play,
Cling to hope, let not thy grip, by fortune's whim, sway.
For each sorrow, every test, yields fruit for days anew,
Hold thy course, through every quest, in life's labyrinth to pursue.
What is the essence of our being, hidden deep, when all seems void?
In thine absence, my heart doth keep, the luminescence thou deployed.
Though space doth stretch, and dark words spoken,
Trust in unseen threads woven, where future's promise is the token.
To forget, to remember, in time's own rhythm we partake,
Our lives, embers in the night, in memory's tender rake.
Though return we cannot to days of yore, untouched by grief,
In the stream of recollection, we find our relief.
In the twist of memories' grip, insight at last doth dawn,
Through time's endless corridor, our hearts speak truths long drawn.
Through pain, through loss, through night's dark veil, a silent truth doth shine,
Guided by love's steadfast light, through this world, we divine.
Family Departure
Mother, whence didst thou vanish as the morn unveiled its light?
A shard of my essence trailed thee, into realms out of sight.
Thy comforting aura, now a murmur in the wind,
Faded into the quiet, leaving memories thinned.
Brother, cast aside thy weapons, step down from the shadowed heights,
Forsake these shattered remnants for the calm we yearn to ignite.
Should mother find her way back, let it be known I've found release,
From the silent bonds that held me, into a haven of peace.
Fear not, as I confront the gale with eyes wide,
The untold sagas you harbored, within me, they now reside.
Delve into thy enchanted brews, let them show what they will,
In the hush, we make our stand, the silent brethren, crafting our own thrill.
Father, what mysteries dost thou carry deep within?
Through trials, thou hast sculpted us, an artistry so keen.
Thy perseverance, a beacon through every challenge faced,
Thy hands, etched with life's tales, taught us every path to be traced.
Rest now, for I stand tall, resolute and strong,
Thy legacy, an endless vista, where my dreams belong.
In thy quiet retreats, may you find your tranquil lease,
As we, your progeny, venture forth, our souls at ease.
Pain
In the cradle of Affection, we confront our darkest dread,
A contradiction deep, where loss ignites the tears we shed.
From selfless acts, a bitterness emerges, fierce and raw,
Down these dimly lit corridors, our restless spirits crawl.
The tender caress of Affection, precursor to our distress,
A relentless cycle, birthing malice and bitterness.
In the cold embrace of Mortality, no comfort can we claim,
Only the shackles of perpetual sorrow, a universe tethered to pain.
How can we shatter this ageless, cursed link,
To discover a tranquility unseen, through perpetual darkness and suffering?
By exploring the depths of our desolation,
Embracing agony as a facet of existence, an inevitable affliction.
For in our daily endeavors, we might unwittingly cause harm,
With thoughtlessly flung deeds, a concealed weapon that alarms.
To experience, to falter, to forfeit, is to be schooled in reality,
The most poignant teachings of life are imparted through adversity.
True tranquility, elusive, to the one unscathed by sorrow,
A sting unfelt, a mourning unheard, a spirit unmarred.
Yet anguish has schooled me, in isolation my mentor,
In the profound chasm of grief, my lone beacon to anchor.
To grasp the silence, the muted anguish of despair,
To dwell in the agony’s clasp, and through mutual gazes share.
Yet understanding cannot bridge the gap between souls,
Sometimes, comprehension is merely a fractional role.
Confront the terror, the intensity of suffering, to genuinely perceive,
For in my core of emptiness, the clutches of agony have liberated me.
From naivety to enlightenment, through agony’s altering force,
Suffering molds us, ties us to this existence, through its ceaseless course.
Madness Unveiled
Oh, this delightful charade, where so-called virtues barely hang,
A joke so ancient, it's whispered among the dead.
Listen closely to the chaos's sweet, sweet song,
Watch as their so-called pillars, they just don't belong.
"Feast your eyes on the marvel I reveal,
Stripped-down truths, when the world begins to kneel:
Caught in the jaws of dread, under the moon's cold steal,
These 'heroes' peel off, their masks no longer real...
Tearing into each other, what a show, what delight!
Chasing after daylight, oh, what a pitiful sight!
I'm not the monster under your bed, out of sight,
I'm the laughter in the madness, the flickering light.
Come, waltz in the wreckage with me, let's not delay,
Rip apart this veil of peace, let darkness sway.
Blur the edges, light the way,
In the uproar, our true selves we portray.
Madness, darling, it's the silent whisper in the air,
Invisible, yet binding, a lover's snare.
A gentle shove, if you're willing to bear,
And watch as the world dances on edge, laid bare.
To live unchained, the only truth I embrace,
In this masquerade where we lose our face.
Why hold back? Dive into the embrace,
Carve out a smile, in this farce, our shared space.
This world's merely a stage, and we, its rogue players,
Beneath the facades, the true slayers.
In the chaos and madness, I'm the unrivaled layer,
Spinning tales in the chaos, an endless prayer.
A Dark Jest
In the grip of a dream, a world undone, a scene so dire,
A disaster's shadow, spreading like wildfire.
A black fog swallowed the day, no dawn in sight,
Surrounded by shadows, the world groaned under night.
Then, amidst the chaos, a lone spark dared to fight,
A candle's flicker, a whisper of light.
A symbol of hope in the crushing dark,
A defiant little flame, making its mark.
Yet I, in the quiet, an observer with a twisted heart,
Found a twisted joy in tearing that hope apart.
With a chuckle, a puff, the flame snuffed out,
And darkness returned, without a doubt.
Quest For Truth
In realms where Light with Dark did clash,
And from our souls, the shadows dash,
Mortals wore forms, transient, ghostly, slight,
Rooted in our sphere, beneath night's eternal plight.
As mere players upon the stage of life displayed,
Fragile and fair, upon foundations of sand made.
Yet beneath the mask, the illusion so rife,
Truth's bright lance pierces the heart of strife.
Alack, that hallowed earth, once radiant and teeming,
Now lies forlorn, its former glory but seeming.
Its majesty faded, its light now dim,
A paradise lost, to whims so grim.
Once bound for the tender embrace of mothering,
Now tainted, tarnished, we stand, smothering.
In the twilight's shadow, to despair betrothed,
In darkness's clasp, by fate we're both clothed.
We've wept, our grief a river deep,
Yet in our mourning, no solace do we reap.
Alone in our lament, abandoned, bereft,
Of comfort denied, in night's weave left.
To the Divine, at whom was your ire aimed?
Whose image invoked such blame?
What was cast aside, in your storm's retreat?
In silence, what truths might we meet?
Thus, our story in verses does unfold,
A tapestry of dark, of light, of souls bold.
In shadows' dance and falsehood's light,
We seek the truth in the endless night.
Death from its silent grasp I did steal, now to the veiled path I appeal,
Where light and shadow merge, where truth's essence we reveal.
Eternal Gloom
Beneath the earth, we rest as one, two spirits bound by death's unyielding grip,
A profound hush engulfs this space, my being fades to mere whisper, slip by slip.
Yet, amid the tomb's deep silence, unrest and ponderings awake,
I shall voice the shadowed questions, and you, in muted echoes, partake.
Fear not death's gentle cradle, for it offers peace, sublime,
Together, our voices weave a ghostly chant, through the corridors of time.
Surrender courses through my veins, like rivers carving land,
Death, now just an extension of a judgement harsh, unplanned.
Within this darkened chamber, I embody your destined close,
All beings wilt, all realms decay, to their inevitable repose.
Should immortality greet us past the shroud, what significance remains?
Is the journey's end of import, when infinity's expanse, unchains?
In realms where shadows whisper and enigmas thrive,
We muse upon our being, in murmurs as fleeting as those alive.
For ultimately, we are mere visitors in the grand, eternal gloom,
In the notion that, perhaps, in our final rest, we might find solace, and bloom.
A Ballet of Love and Scorn
In a domain where love and scorn doth intertwine so fine,
Echoes of a heart despised, a melody, a sign.
Once held dear, now but a ghost, fading, wiped away,
In the dance of affection lost, pursued with fervor, come what may.
Whispers of deceit, a serenade so bitter,
In the shadows of fondness, a false visage, a glitter.
A balancing act, eyes diverted, secrets kept in silent hold,
In the quiet, a tale of love and malice, boldly told.
The mad jig of absence, a mind’s unrest,
A destiny marked, in love’s storm, distressed.
A search for a substitute, in the abyss, a call so bleak,
Amidst the tempest, no haven, no peace to seek.
Clarity in absence, once obscured sight,
The games of the mind, a silent plight.
In thy disdain’s echo, a chorus so clear,
A realm filled with remembrances, once bright, now sheer.
A line so slender and exact, twixt affection and disdain,
A decision to be wrought, in darkness or in flame.
In the ballet of the parted, a destiny firmly knit,
Beneath the watch of the stars, in the night’s quiet sit.
Loves Parting
In thy heart's quiet remains,
A visage, worn and rent in twains,
Here do I stand, in mute entreaty,
Wishing for sights only I may greet thee.
Love borrowed, as time doth fleet,
Was ne'er solely thine or mine in conceit.
In the phantasm of our mingled clasp,
I find now, thou dost vanish with no grasp.
Thou must depart, into the 'morrow,
Leaving behind the shade of our sorrow.
Absent shalt thou be, from my oncoming day,
As I alone in my dolor stay.
From realms wide, my regrets I send,
Yet, the way to thee, doth ever extend.
Blind was I, to the anguish thou didst bear,
Wishing 'twas mine own to forever wear.
As the morn doth break to a new day's light,
What was our love? A plight so slight.
A bond sincere, or merely a dream gone astray?
A longing deep, in chaos lay.
Fare thee well, to what could have danced,
To tomorrows veiled, in love unchanced.
From afar, my heart murmurs, unperceived,
In a realm where "I'm sorry" is ne'er achieved.
Here I bide, for a sign to appear,
Mourning the love's fracture we did rear.
Wishing 'twas my heart, not thine,
That bore the mark of love's decline.
Thus, depart, let the silence swell,
Into a future where thou dost not dwell.
From afar, my grief I hurl,
Yet, the manner to forsake thee, I cannot unfurl.
Depart, into the quietus dim,
Where memories fade and lights grow grim.
Just part, let the finale be writ,
In the silent resonance of love's forfeit.
Lamenting In Loves Maze
Who am I, but a spirit too fearful to sever,
Within thy palms, the destiny of my heart so tender.
A brink of despair, shouldst thou leave forever,
In this melancholy, I abide, a somber portrait I render.
Who am I, but a wretch daunted to unbind,
Thy judgment awaited, in search of solace to find.
A fate so dire, should our bonds unwind,
Enshrouded in woe, for liberation I pined.
Unto her, I surrendered each shard of my essence,
She absconded with my heart, devoid of any presence.
Convinced that heartbreak grants a peculiar quiescence,
I opt to bathe in my tears, eschewing convalescence.
Within this maze, both concealed and revealed I stand,
Yet, to adore feels akin to enduring a brand.
Thy nearness, a cure so grand,
Yet, thine absence, a scourge, strikingly unplanned.
Judgment of The Knight
In the name of the Cross, I silenced their cries,
As a shepherd culls his flock with unwavering eyes.
Their lives, I severed with the precision so fine,
Like a craftsman parting twine.
As the tempest unleashes torrents, fierce and bold,
So did I unleash a deluge of their blood, cold.
Upon the sacred soil, their essence did pour,
My steed, sanctified by battle, tread their gore.
Through the crimson rivers, as though hallowed waters, it moved,
The wheels of my chariot, by divine judgment proved.
Anointed with the blood and mire of those fallen in strife,
Instrument of the Lord, bringing end to wicked life.
The fields were adorned with their warriors, a sight so grim,
As the earth is graced with verdure, brought forth by Him.
Their seed, I eradicated, with righteousness so deep,
As a farmer uproots the unworthy crop, their souls to keep.
Fulfilling my sacred duty to purify the land,
In the name of our Lord, with a steadfast hand.
Lethal Embrace
Beneath love's darkling canopy, a heart wars with its own eclipse,
Whence thou hast drawn thy crimson from my veins, a cruel script.
With potion sweet, ecstasy's gift, thou didst seduce my soul to sleep,
Convinced were we, in destiny's grip, yet thou wert death's own keep.
Thine lips, stained upon my spirit's drink, didst mark me thine,
A specter's embrace, stealing breath and beat, leaving naught but brine.
Thou gavest and took'st in equal measure, ecstasy's cruel exchange,
Belief in our eternal tether, now nothing but a phantom, strange.
Thine affection, a siren's call to depths uncharted, perilous,
For me, thy love doth beckon, a fall into oblivion, treacherous.
In the night's embrace, with Hennessy's kiss, I seek to dull the pain,
Yet in its depths, I find no bliss, only echoes of thee remain.
Ensnared, I danced with shadows, not seeing the light dim,
Thou wert the architect of my sorrows, a symphony, grim.
The lesson seared upon my heart, a truth I could not spurn,
Our bridges, set to flames, part, in their ashes, I discern.
Proclaimed my love, a folly bold, regret the chorus of my song,
I curse the day thy hand I did hold, for it led me to my wrong.
Destined, we seemed, for tales of yore, yet bled we both, unseen,
Thy kiss, a toxin to my core, a love not to redeem.
In the quiet with Hennessy's ghost, I court my own demise,
Each sip, a toast, to love's lost coast, under tempestuous skies.
Thy love, a chasm deep and wide, a call to end's embrace,
For me, it is but a lethal tide, in this heart's forsaken place.
Thou taught me with a cruel jest, a lesson wrought in flame,
I mourn the love within my chest, and whisper thy name in vain.
Swore I love, a vow now rued, in agony, I confess,
Betrayed by love's own interlude, in thine embrace, distress.
Crucible of Valor
Who hath felt the scourge of war, its cruel mien,
Knows well the horror of the blood-soaked scene,
Of ruin vast, of hope in dire eclipse,
Of hunger's grip and sacrifice's grips.
This soul, once touched by war's relentless flame,
Forsakes its praise, no more to speak its name
In tones of dreamy, romantic delight,
But shuns its visage, grim as endless night.
For not by "progress" does war gentler grow,
Nor by mankind's march to wisdom's plateau.
Nay, as the realm of thought and passion swells,
More fierce the clash, as every heart can tell.
The more 'tis fought not for mere princes' gain,
But for beliefs, for race, for heaven's reign,
The more "total" the conflict comes to be,
A maelstrom of destruction, wild and free.
Is war then destiny, a judgment dire,
That peoples in their histories acquire?
Some seek to cloak its nature with a sheen
Of noble cause, but truth is more obscene.
War's essence, raw and brutal, can't be tamed
By slogans, nor by pacifist claims shamed.
It is the primal, the instinctual fight,
For life, for right, a never-ending plight.
War needs no "justification," 'tis the stance,
The posture true, that gives the spear its lance.
The reality of war, harsh and severe,
Demands respect, and oft, invokes deep fear.
For he who's trudged through ice, through forest deep,
Who's faced the desert's storm, without a peep,
In rain, in cold, has bided, night by night,
Knows well the weight of war's unending fight.
This state of siege, this ever-looming dread,
Can crush the soul, with heavy steps to tread.
Yet in this crucible, the spirit's test
Reveals the mettle of the warrior's chest.
For war demands not merely keen insight,
But character, in darkest night to fight.
As Boyen taught, to war one must aspire,
Not for vain glory, but to kindle fire.
To test one's mettle in the forge of war,
To find one's essence, true and unmarred.
This is the soldier's quest, his sacred charge,
In war's great crucible, his soul to forge.
The Bards Covenant
The Bard strums the ethereal chords,
His raven hair whirls as if in accord with somber lords.
A crucifix at his flank, resplendent and stark,
Enshrouded in vestments as dark as the ark.
"Bard, whence cometh this dirge so profound?
Why doth thine gaze, with ardor, astound?
Why roils thy soul, like a storm's fierce might?
What kindles thy song through the shadowed night?"
"Why do I intone? Why do the seraphs cry?
That mortals might find reprieve, lest they die,
That eyes be unsealed, hearts truly see,
That sinners' lament to the abyss flee."
"Bard, thou dost rend thine own essence apart.
A Celestial Poet endowed thee with art,
With melodies that enwrap the spheres,
To scale the heavens, beyond mortal fears."
"Verily! I plunge, with neither dread nor pause,
My hallowed steel through the darkness gnaws.
That craft the Sovereign both claims and perceives,
It burgeons from the gloom His Word weaves.
"Till souls are purified, till visions unveil:
With the Savior, my covenant remains hale.
He etches the course, guides my solemn prance,
I orchestrate the requiem, spirits to advance.
"I am bound to intone both the gloom and the light,
Till the cords of deliverance are snug and tight."
The Bard strums the ethereal chords,
His raven hair whirls as if in accord with somber lords.
A crucifix at his flank, resplendent and stark,
Enshrouded in vestments as dark as the ark.
The Loom of Fate
In the annals of bygone eras, where tales of chivalry unfold,
Lies a realm, ceaselessly molded by the fires of unending strife.
This kingdom, shrouded in the gloom of wars long past,
Watches with bated breath as the north awakens once more,
A clash reignited, revealing a surge of indomitable might,
Where the chilling clasp of dread tightens its grip upon the earth.
Since the sacred cross rose high, casting shadows upon human thought,
The elder empire, its brilliance and insight waned,
Turns its ear to a lore profound and veiled in mystery:
'Tis only those of unyielding spirit who advance on life's arduous path.
Forsaken, the revered wisdom of ages past,
The venerable realm, seared by arcane revelations,
Gazes upon the radiance, blazing with intensity,
Declaring that the shroud of night yields to the valor of knights.
Where faith crumbles to dust, and hope fades into oblivion,
The ancient territory, its very soul spent,
Hears the resolute hymns of triumph, earnest and true,
From a new fellowship of knights, their zeal rekindled.
Swathed in uncertainty, the age-old land embarks on a quest,
Seeking deliverance from the chaos it has laid bare,
Discovering neither in sage advice, nor in the minstrel's soothing strains,
A force capable of reviving the downtrodden spirits.
Even Sigfried, in his formidable armor,
Could barely grasp through his valiant endeavors:
The north's stalwart resistance, vast and sublime,
Dismissed the sway of any extraneous sovereign.
No spell of the sorcerer, no deceit of the demon,
Could taint the stalwart hearts of men so virtuously inclined.
For within the lineage of Sigfried, with destiny unveiled,
They faced the dragon, their nemesis, in fierce combat.
And Percival, the knight of unmatched purity and bravery,
In his pursuit of the Grail, his tale is woven,
Together they stand, immortalized in the lore of old,
Their valiant acts whispered through time.
Dialectical Voyage
In the serene realm of introspective deliberation, where notions oscillate and converge,
Shrouded in a mystical veil, amidst the nebulous, I heed the beckoning.
Navigating the infinite seas of dialectical exchange, I embark,
Seeking the veiled Essence within its hidden sanctuary.
Partaking in a symphony of liberated speculative reflections,
Each being discovers its reflective counterpart in a philosophical communion.
Freed from the shackles of doctrinal rigidity,
They ascend from the abyss, their essences revitalized.
The poet, an echo of consciousness, both robust and tender,
Emerges from the void with a sacred insight.
At the ancient well of wisdom, we quench our thirst,
To unveil the unseen, at this juncture we initiate.
Where the ordinary and the extraordinary intertwine,
On the odyssey of being, where thought and reality meld.
Pardon our engagement, entwined in the complex web,
In the depths of philosophical inquiry, we dream and adapt.
Yet from this sphere of sophistication, we return only partially enlightened,
An incomplete transformation, at the threshold of enlightenment we pause.
As the collective spirit rallied, illuminated by a contentious figure,
A triadic dawn envisaged, a spark of rationality,
In the pursuit of a harmonious order, through the rigor of thought.
Urge us to order the cosmos, be it dimly lit or radiantly bright,
The sun, too intense or elusive, in our dialectical view.
In the dance of matter and spirit united,
The ultimate truth, in their unity, we unveil.
In the dynamic interplay of contradiction and resolution,
The majestic universal, in its splendor, we embrace.
In this fusion of polarities, a supreme truth we declare,
In tune with the Absolute, in an unending glow.
In every Sovereign formation, its hold so resolute, nothing escapes its domain,
Against the Sovereignty, no thought can soar. Embracing the ethos of Mussolini,
Within Italy's core, our aspirations kindle, marching into History!
The Law of Impermanence
In struggle's clasp, serenity found its space,
A fragment of the self, enlightened, embraced.
Within this vast mechanical heart, emotions bled,
Where sentiments swirl, intellects unfettered, spread,
Unveiling the illusion of affection, falsely placed.
This solitary vigil, unyielding, embraced,
Voices of progression cry, "Onward, interlaced!"
A heart devoid of limbs, in eternal motion, dread,
Finds solace solely in the arms of the deceased, wed.
The grandeur of epochs disintegrates, by temporal currents effaced.
The march of being, subtly laced,
With growth or decline, our fates faced.
Captured moments, life mimicked, encased,
Challenge the illusion of permanence, displaced.
This relentless force, our destinies traced.
Within this realm of perpetual motion, our truths based,
A guiding philosophy, through the void navigated.
Mirages of stillness, in captured light, chased,
Yet, in the contrast of light and shadow, wisdom is located.
This master sculptor of fate, our paths engraved.
No edifice endures, as all is transitioned, replaced,
In this relentless journey, only transformation is embraced.
Divergent paths of flourishing or fading, by strife laced,
Under this unseen banner, our tales are paced.
This endless stream, our narratives interlaced.
A longing for days of unladen grace,
Before the world’s fixations, my essence chased.
A period where innocence and allure naturally interfaced,
For the morrow's decline is assured, today's fervor effaced.
Tomorrow's downfall, today's haste, in thought encased.
Exhausted by the chase, my spirit faced,
Convinced of need, a mirage embraced.
Years devoted to servitude, ardently paced,
A homage to the unquenchable, wisdom encased.
Tomorrow may dissolve, today a vanishing trace.
No longer shall I venerate the ephemeral, erased,
My universe transformed, then to its genesis retraced.
In this cyclic dance of existence and cessation, encased,
Revived to succumb, a cycle embraced.
From these barren pursuits, a newfound liberty chased.
In this circuit, we're reborn, to demise faced,
Yet, from these futile quests, serenity embraced.
Through the rhythm of creation and oblivion, insight graced,
Existence’s perpetual cycle, with liberation faced.
Shedding these vacuous pursuits, in peace, I'm encased.
A Luminous Path
In realms where deterioration and fall preside,
Where idols of democracy in gold, deceit reside,
Community sinks in a sea of worldly greed,
Kinship ignored, in this cold-hearted deed.
But from the ruins, a phoenix's cry resounds,
A legendary champion, on age-old courage grounds,
To protect our homeland, our valued tradition,
A new generation's quest, in harmonious mission.
Together, we stand, an orchestral force,
Against external decay, a luminous course.
In this fight, creativity and meaning merge,
A gloomy era, towards Nazism, we surge.
Covenant of Blood
With ink of blood, the covenant is writ,
"Thy destiny to me thou dost commit."
In palm of mine, thy future I do hold,
To me, thy pledge, in death's embrace so cold.
When life's last twilight shadows start to blend,
My realm awaits; reach forth, take thou my hand.
Thy veins' crimson oath, on parchment signed,
My bond to grant thee wishes of thy mind.
Riches and triumph in thy days shall bloom,
As long as breath, thy prayers I'll consume.
Yet, when the final hour doth approach,
My visage beckons, thy soul to encroach.
"I ink the quill with essence of my heart,
To thee my destiny, I do impart."
My soul to thee, in solemn vow, I give,
In death's domain, together we shall live.
When life's frail candle nears its end, I vow
To join thy side, my fealty I avow.
With my blood sealed, the pact forever binds,
Thy duty, to fulfill my heart's designs.
Success and fortune, at thy word, unfold,
Until life's tale is through and fully told.
And when the end doth beckon from afar,
I'll seek thy silhouette beneath the star.
Into thy kingdom, now the light doth guide,
Where claims of blood and destiny collide.
"Master," I call, as into flames I'm cast,
The age of fire, of souls, of bonds so vast.
Into the maw of darkness, I descend,
Where sacred fires, my yearning soul, will mend.
Infinity's gate, with open arms, invites,
To bathe in bliss, in everlasting nights.
A sinner scorched, amidst the blaze I stand,
With countless others, by blood's bond we're spanned.
In hell's own choir, our voices merge and blend,
Slaves to the covenant, until the end.
Fragments of Us
In a haven once held dear,
Beside me, please, remain near.
Forgive my soul, so fraught with pain,
For the heartache, the silent rain.
I've left behind what once was ours,
Underneath the waning stars.
Guilt, an unwashable stain,
Haunts me, a perpetual chain.
Fragile, I stand, devoid of glee,
In the language of our misery.
Whisper love, tender and light,
"I'm sorry," through the endless night.
You, a blessing, so pure, so bright,
Brought to my life, the finest sight.
Yet, I, in folly, let slip away,
The warmth of your light, day by day.
Into your heart, dread did I bring,
A shadow over everything.
Once starved, in cold, lost despair,
Yet that pain, with you, can't compare.
To see your world, dim and close,
Against that fate, my spirit opposes.
For in the void without your love,
Eternal hunger, far and above.
Together, joy was our song,
You and I, where we belong.
The Weight of Sorrow
Weary from this burden deep I bear,
Done with sorrow's weight and dark despair.
Breathless, choked, dost thou not see?
In numbness' grip, madness taketh me.
Carry this yoke as thou depart,
Swallow the gall, each bitter part.
Blame the stars, or blame my breath,
Thy games have wrought a weary death.
Stormful heart, so quickly turned,
With every sigh, the heavens mourned.
Clouds gather with my every moan,
Marking wounds, deep and alone.
Upon the spikes, in silence, I plea,
Bursting forth, unseen, unfree.
Let from my veins the river run,
Until I fall, my essence shun.
Shame cast upon the world, and me,
Scorn the play, let the player be.
Fickle as the gale, ever unsure,
'Neath darkened skies, my sighs endure.
Gaze upon me, thy judgment cast,
Condemn the guiltless to the blast.
Rain down upon the earth, on me,
A bomb awaits, thy name it sees.
Faltering, wandering, ever so,
Beneath the gloom, my sorrows show.
Pursuit of Clarity
In a labyrinth of thought, my mind's essence decays,
A parade of sameness, each face blurs in haze.
Acknowledged, one more siren my heart's peace has breached,
Shattered it lies, by faux affections leached.
No more shall I sip; I yearn to engulf the abyss,
Inebriation's clarity, a bitter kiss.
A mixologist of fate, dilute this ache,
Awaken in splendor, yet solitude I can't shake.
A fleeting companion whispers of distant lands,
Her heart a nomad, slipping through my hands.
Self-deception’s cloak, in envy and pain I dwell,
Like Lennon in yearning, for a love that's real, I yell.
Alienation’s embrace, from belonging I'm barred,
A soul's plea for love, endlessly scarred.
A race against shadows, victory remains afar,
Confronted by darkness, midst a sinister sneer mar.
Madness whispers, in a chorus unkind,
A plea for transformation before I lose my mind.
Uniformity in their gaze, a draining plight,
A call for divergence from this endless night.
Promises as frail as a heart's quickened beat,
In mere moments, my defenses retreat.
Forsaken by hope, in despair I'm drowned,
A relentless cycle of loss, where no solace is found.
Amidst the chaos, a question remains unspoken,
Is this existence lived, or merely a token?
Emotions vaulted high, touching the sky,
In a world devoid of feeling, I aimlessly fly.
Now behold a mind ensnared by night's embrace,
Tormented by shadows, seeking a trace.
Of peace elusive, for in sameness I've drowned,
Amidst echoes of silence, a soul's battleground.
A Silent Plea
In the vast expanse's silence, a clarion call resonates unfettered,
Soliciting a kindred spirit who might comprehend my essence.
"Exists there a specter beneath the celestial scrutineer,
An utterance in the abyss, navigating the perpetual nebula?"
Conceived an alien, devoid of lineage, bereft of designation,
A wraith in quiescence, in pursuit of akin souls.
Ejected into the limelight, sans a celestial guide,
A vagabond's odyssey, meandering in the infinite.
Peer into these orbs, reservoirs of silent supplication,
Set adrift in existence's tumultuous, unending maelstrom.
Yet, with unwavering fortitude, I decline to diminish solitarily,
A lone lamentation, a monolithic, unyielding timbre.
"Does a pulse thrive in this colossal emptiness,
Amongst the penumbra where aspirations are obliterated?
Who perceives the frost of invisibility,
Marooned in a cosmos so expansive, so tranquil?"
Now, I loom as a luminary, albeit honor appears evanescent,
Among those diminishing, their luminosity waning.
No standard proclaims nobility whilst drenched in the anguish,
Of isolation's bondage, a perennial echo.
Silence engulfs, a ponderous, invisible mantle,
The tacit dread, resounding vehemently.
Shall I persist in solitude beneath the discerning heavens,
Or does another essence apprehend my mute appeal?
"Does any entity heed my solitary articulation,
In this desolate expanse, is choice but an illusion?
Exists there another, sharing this profound obscurity,
Beneath identical constellations, in quest of illumination?"
I have bellowed into the tempest, until my vocal cords frayed,
Is there none to perceive my existence, am I truly forsaken?
The burden I bear, the toll it exacts,
Reveals that not all who meander are devoid of purpose.
Within the shadow's clasp, exists there another entity,
Mirroring my apprehensions, rendering me complete?
Or do I roam in solitude beneath the cosmic dome,
In this perpetual gyration, is there none to call my kin?
"Is there anybody out there?"
A murmur, a longing, amidst the nocturnal zephyr.
Love Eternal
In the stillness of my breath, dear heart,
I chant this dirge where shadows start,
A melody for the departed, softly spun,
A requiem, not hastened, under setting sun.
Thine embrace, once firm and oh so tight,
Leaves its imprint through the endless night.
In absence, cold, the hotel's bed does yearn,
For thy touch, for which I ceaselessly burn.
Eternity's patience, my love, I vow to thee,
In the vast silence where time ceases to be.
Upon this frame, no decay shall feast,
A million years pass, yet thy name not ceased.
My love outcries the void, louder than despair,
Our flight, once booked in days so fair.
"I love thee," spoken as we parted ways,
A specter of regret, in my mind it stays.
Yet, in this solitude, I find a smile,
For thoughts of thee my heart beguile.
I blush at memories, in distance drowned,
Where our voices, in love, were the only sound.
The journey's hardship, of miles vast,
Where roads are naught but stones cast.
A heart, though bleeding, shall rise above,
And conquer distance, with steadfast love.
Years have flown since our paths diverged,
Your farewell, a love song, as our lives merged.
Regret may haunt the corners of our minds,
But a promise made, through time it binds.
Home again, the journey now complete,
No longer shall our hearts in silence beat.
For in this return, my soul finds peace,
In your embrace, all sorrows cease.
So here, dear love, our story finds its end,
Not in despair, but in the hope that mends.
For in each other, our hearts have found,
A love eternal, in which we are bound.
Whispers of Winter
In the chill of winter's deepest sigh, alone I stand, 'neath the gray sky,
A thousand miles away you roam, yet in your heart, I find my home.
Your thoughts, they travel through the space, to find me in my frozen place,
"Don't leave," I whisper to the night, your love, my beacon, ever bright.
As dusk embraces day's demise, it's then her spirit truly flies,
Beyond the veil of painted grace, I see the truth of her embrace.
Her canvas, marked with stories deep, speaks of wounds that never sleep,
And so, I mirror, skin to soul, in hopes that scars might make us whole.
Again, the sun bids day goodbye, and in her awakening, I find my why,
Her beauty, raw and unconfined, transcends the facade we're inclined.
She wears her pain, each line a tale, a testament to storms and gale,
In echo, I etch my own skin, a silent scream from deep within.
In this dance of night and pain, we find our solace, break our chain,
Two souls adrift, yet closely tied, in shared hurt, we no longer hide.
Your name, a warmth, a sacred flame, in cold winter, love's claim,
Together, in the shadows, we mend, in marks and whispers, love transcends.
Venom and Balm
Plague my thoughts with words most vile and grim,
For in your scorn, my heart finds whimsical trim.
A solace sought within the tumult, sans your embrace,
Invoke your ire, let your sharp barbs interlace.
Your acrimony, a strange balm to my yearning core,
In your disdain, I find the strength to endure and soar.
With every caustic whisper, you unfurl my tethered wings,
In the venom you dispense, my beleaguered spirit sings.
You thrive on the gaze, on the spectacle you command,
Transparent in your desires, an open book in your hand.
She radiates the tension, a palpable, electric charge,
Between us, an enigmatic dance, our souls at large.
Tonight, it's but us, in this clandestine rendezvous,
Set me aflame, reduce me to echoes, to memories askew.
Acknowledged, my dear, the message in your pyre,
I'm not the destined one to quench your fervent fire.
Harass my calm with your tempest, your storm's delight,
For in your turbulence, I navigate, I find my plight.
With every motion, every gesture that you bestow,
You etch your essence, in your disdain, my fondness grows.
Turn not away, let your sorrow rain upon my shore,
As we flee the city's grasp, our hearts demand more.
Upon the stage of the forsaken, where shadows play,
Bear me afar, into the abyss, we'll find our way.
Consume me whole, till naught but ashes remain,
In my final breath, it's your name that shall sustain.
Shed the robes of pretense, bare your soul to my gaze,
In your brilliance, in your jewels, my lost heart sways.
So plague me, darling, with your tempest fierce and wild,
In the havoc of your love, I find solace, undefiled.
With every torment, with every scorn you unveil,
It's in your disdain, my love, that I find my grail.
Elegy For a Forsaken Union
In the shadowed confines of our sanctum, thou deployest a key,
And with such an act, thou obliteratest my essence completely.
I concede, holiness eludes me, this fact I freely admit,
Yet, my beloved, thou no longer don the halo of sanctity, I submit.
With shrieks and venomous verbiage as thy armament's core,
Aim thou directly, and unleash thy fury upon my heart's door.
To abscond from thine embrace is a desire fervently burning,
Yet, entwined in this complex web, a simple exit is but yearning.
Oh, how our spirits intertwine in a ballet of intricate despair,
A mocking salute to the memories once cradled with care.
Eradicate my likeness from thy domain with precipitous zeal,
Engulf it in flames, ensuring my visage you no longer feel.
Kindle the funeral pyre, from our affection make thy departure,
Silence now reigns supreme, proclaiming the edict of our rupture.
Collect the remnants, let them in the bosom of earth be interred,
To guarantee naught but our conflict's echoes are preserved.
I long to flee, to liberate myself from thy dominion's grasp,
Yet, devoid of thy fetters, I find my completeness asp.
Stranger is fear to my steadfast heart, this much is true,
Nevertheless, this inferno we've sculpted mirrors Tartarus' hue.
Thou art the opiate I find myself powerless to abandon,
My desire for thee surges, though it heralds my own undoing.
My longing for thee is palpable, evident for all to observe,
Alas, my ardor, in thy essence, I find a poison that unnerves.
Within a maze of anguish and guile,
A solitary act for the spectres of our once blissful while.
Demolish the vestiges of our intertwined history,
Let the inferno claim them, cast into oblivion's mystery.
Retreat, allow the conflagration to engulf,
In the aftermath, amidst the ruins, our muteness stands gulf.
Purge the ashes, within Gaia's embrace let them dwell,
An epitaph to a passion, in whispered tones, we once did tell.
Merely bittersweet reminiscences linger in the heart's inner sanctum,
A monument to our amour's tortuous ordeal, in essence, seldom.
Beings enmeshed in complexity, with memories so densely entwined,
Caught in an emotional snare, in which our fates are aligned.
Thus, obliterate the portraits, let the blaze ascend,
In the ensuing quietude, our captivity we comprehend.
Entomb the remnants, ensuring survival is forsaken,
Of a love once vibrant, now irreversibly shaken.
In the ensuing hush, with naught left to articulate,
We part, bearing only the vestiges of what was once our joint fate.
A narrative of affection, so intricately woven,
Concludes in silence, our final testament spoken.
A Hearts Odyssey
Time's swift chariot races forth, my thoughts adrift in dreams,
Of her, whose gaze now entertains another's beams.
Emotions churn, a tempest stirred, beneath the vanished sun,
Into the lengthening shadows, I retreat, undone.
Did you presume my sorrows would seek solace in your call?
Know you the desolation of a solitary fall?
A new love shall emerge from the wreckage of my heart,
From the twisted vines of past affections, I shall part.
My spirit, once buoyant, now by ancient love oppressed,
Seeks your guidance through this labyrinth to find rest.
A wish upon the firmament cast, I stride anew,
With dawn's sweet breath, forgiveness whispers, subtle and true.
The melodies of yesteryear, they bend, they fold, they age,
Yet, I too transform, ready to script a new page.
Did you think my tears would seek the refuge of your ear?
Understand you the solitude, the encompassing fear?
Another's heart shall I seek, from love's snare to disentangle,
Where once was unity, now only remnants mangle.
Assist me in navigating this maze, to resurgence, I aspire,
To kindle from the ashes, a new, undying fire.
Bury me not beneath the weight of vanished dreams and strife,
Carry me beyond, to the burgeoning dawn of life.
From love's intricate snares, a new rhythm I shall weave,
Your aid I seek, in this quest, to believe, to achieve.
Swathed in the remnants of a love that once did soar,
I plea for your guidance, to unlock the next door.
Help me to ascend from the depths, to find the day,
Where love anew blooms, and old shadows fade away.
In the dance of liberation, from love's ensnaring past,
A heart once crushed seeks a freedom that shall last.
Guide me through the tempest, to a haven safe and serene,
To traverse once more, in love's ever-evolving scene.
Self Lament
Veiled in untruths, where pressures mount high,
A descent into deceit, under a darkening sky.
With each falsehood told, further off my path swerves,
Eroding the solid ground I once had reserved.
I fancied myself a creator, shaping the earth,
Accumulating deceit, denying my worth.
Not building, but digging, a lone isolation,
Erecting walls that silenced my own salvation.
Alone with the guilt of my self-made tomb,
A sepulcher crafted, my pride's own doom.
Not a monument of victory, but of disgrace I confess,
No construction, just the void, my essence less.
Believed in grandeur, now see my mistake,
A tale etched in stone, of the fall I partake.
The truth now bared, no shelter to find,
Facing the monster I've become, intertwined.
In this crypt of creation, my own hands designed,
No others to blame, in this fate I'm confined.
Under layers of pretense and pride buried deep,
Yet, in these ruins, a faint heartbeat creeps.
Acknowledging the deceit's heavy toll,
Facing the change, the dark of my soul.
In this prison of silence, I alone have designed,
Confronting the essence, my being defined.
Here, in the quiet of my own devise,
A testament stands to my own demise.
Yet, in this grave, where resolve softly breaths,
A whisper of life stirs, beneath self-woven wreaths.
Beyond The Veil
In the silence of your bed, my thoughts unfurl,
A tapestry of whispers, in a deceptive swirl.
Your promises, frail as paper in a storm,
In dreams, you weave lies, a traitor's norm.
Your smile in slumber, a mask of peace,
Belies the discord, the love's lease.
Once bonded by a semblance of the same,
Now diverged paths, a different game.
The echo of lies, a deceitful choir,
Dreams painted with a marooned desire.
Yet, in my mind, a different tale,
Of steel and warmth, beyond the veil.
With lipstick stains and whispered claims,
A cold goodbye, love's lost aims.
Your eyes, pale blue, under a truthful sky,
Unveil the story, where dreams die.
Promises of strength, a hollow sound,
In dreams, fleeting smiles are found.
Awake, I seek a dawn, a rebirth of self,
Beyond the shadows, to a truth where love is wealth.
Your angel facade, with a devil's heart,
Playing a role, a deceptive art.
Outside, I watch, a silent witness to your play,
A sweet talker's pawn, led astray.
With a gun to my head, in whispered breath,
You claim victory, but it's a wishful death.
Hoping for a change, a thousand lines unsaid,
In the end, it's me, alone, misled.
You'll never love, a truth so stark,
Leaving me navigating the dark.
All your fault, yet I stay, wrecked and jealous,
Keeping you larger than life, so zealous.
In a world of make-believe and whispered lies,
I find my strength, my will to rise.
Beyond the tales of deceit and sorrow,
I seek a truth, a brighter morrow.
So, with a heart once torn, now wise,
I step beyond your deceitful ties.
In the tapestry of life, a new thread I weave,
In truths I find, in myself, I believe.
A Succubus’s Grace
Lo, her beauty shines, a beacon bright,
Outshining e'en the dawn's first light.
Her lips, like petals of the fairest rose,
In softest crimson do they gently pose.
Her hair, around her visage gently wound,
With grace that seems from heavens to be crowned.
Yet in this realm, her truth doth boldly stand,
Not fully grasped by mortal's hand.
Her cunning, wrapped in shadows deep and vast,
Her charm, with blood's own hue is overcast.
A realm of fear, her kingdom doth extend,
Where dread and darkness seem to blend.
Below, where tortured souls do lie,
Their anguished screams fill up the sky.
Her servants, in the gloom caught tight,
From dreams of lust to despair's night.
Her land of dread, her pit of sin,
Where cries of lost souls do begin.
A succubus, my essence she did take,
To damnation's depths, my soul forsake.
The Fall of Azazel
In a land where light and darkness doth intertwine,
Azazel, of wings resplendent, yet a heart encased
In blackness more profound than hell's own chasm,
Did wander through the night, his darksome secrets to unbind.
This creature, steeped in sin beyond the fiends of netherworld,
Unto the Earth his whispers sent, in tones of guile ensnared.
Daughters of men, taken by vanity, in jewels arrayed,
With colors painted upon their visage, their pride unfurled.
Sons of the soil, once innocent, now a thirst did hold
For blade and buckler, paths to the sepulcher they boldly paved,
Engendering wars, devastation wide, as sins sevenfold
Within the hearts of all mankind insidiously engraved.
Then Raphael, by the Almighty charged, this treacherous wight to face,
Confronted he the guardian false, with chains of righteousness embraced.
Bound Azazel, deep and sure, with justice's unyielding lace.
Aloft by hands celestial, into the void's embrace,
Upon the cragged stones was Azazel cast, his final resting place,
There to abide till Judgment's morn, when, to perdition's fiery base,
He shall be sent, where torment eternal his soul shall chase.
Legacy of The White Wizard
Peering through yon narrow chink, 'neath tumult of heaven's rage,
And ageless ballet of Jove's bright bolts, a spectre horse engaged.
Enwrapped in storm's dark cloak, it bears fate's transient glance,
While mage, with orbs alight, holds dawn's first light in trance.
His rod, agleam with feral blaze, roams firmament's wide span,
Harboring secrets in his breast, a quiet, steadfast man.
The seer's edict, lucid, dire, heralds day's nascent gleam,
Advancing shadows, evening's fall, like a whispered dream.
Yet, ensnared hearts eschew his words, his truths to compass thrown,
He finds his peace in mountain's grasp, in solitude alone.
His voice, a balm to wounded souls, whispers through melancholy's weave,
His lore, a beacon in the depths, the governance of wizard white, believes.
Absent, yet his spirit dwells, within us mending memory's tear,
In stone keeps raised by his decree, his heritage lays bare.
The world, transformed in wake of absence, his teachings timeless flow,
Guarding souls from ethereal tower, through death's veil, his visions show.
Storms on the morrow gathering, 'midst shadows and discord's din,
His wisdom sought, for he alone, navigates life's roiling skin.
Longing for the successor's rise, to heal and new thought bring,
A sorcerer in sage's steps, 'gainst fate's tempests does he cling.
As darkness mounts, obscurity's grip tightens its embrace,
The virtuous cry for stronghold firm, in wizard's lore, they trace.
White wizard, from realms beyond, illumine our path so trod,
With unshrouded lore, guide us beneath, 'neath relentless climb of God.
Through time's annals, the oracle's hymn, a steadfast, invincible force,
Endures 'neath Sol's relentless climb, his testament our guiding course.
Venerable seer of eras gone, thy foresight lights our way,
'Gainst looming tempests, thy scholarship, a banner of hope does sway.
The Mask
In life's eternal blaze, behind ramparts soaring skyward, I reside,
Adorning daily a guise, a veil, where my sincerest essence does hide.
A grin, forged and radiant, conceals the silent demise inside,
Veiling my torment, dreading judgment from the expanse, vast and wide.
Within the throng, my visage secured, wary of what their search might reveal,
Dread of spurn, of scorn, should my psyche's storm they feel.
I greet, I acquiesce, enact the charade, though healing is far from real,
A spirit cries in mute despair, shackled, longing to heal.
Your presence, a luminary in my shadowed sphere,
Perceived the truth beneath my mask, approached without fear.
Briefly, you kindled hope, a vision of a sphere less severe,
Yet, you departed, leaving emptiness, teetering on despair's pier.
Now, shrouded with my counterfeit mirth, to the world, I remain obscured,
The mask, my ever-present ally, my isolated counsel assured.
Still, in the gloom, I yearn for a touch, an empathetic chord,
One who discerns past the facade, to lift me, my spirit restored.
Reminiscing
Perhaps our paths no more shall cross, our words left in the past,
But once you held a love for me, a glow too bright to last.
That moment was a treasure, pure, the pinnacle of ever,
A feeling so sublime and sure, the best feeling ever.
I'll hold you in my memory, as stars do guide the night,
Goodbye, my love, a part of me, until the end of light.