By Candle's Light

And you all thought that all I was good for were a few lines of emo rhyme...

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By Candle's Light

This sea of darkness presses

All about my candle dear

Light and warm in its essence

And its death my deepest fear

How can I make it always burn?

What is that on the edge of night?

It is a fellow traveler

But her taper is not dimly bright

Now I see what must be done

She has no light to go by

Candle outstretched, closer she comes

Wick to wick the flame unites

She blinks and smiles at me

And we give a Japanese nod

For already she can see

The next one to pass it on

The darkness about cringes

At this flickering dawn

It tries to press the fringes

But we still hurry along

Another light joins our twane

Leaping almost between them

Such joy on a lightened face

Who’s eyes before were so darkened

Now black fingers draw inward

The light meaning to drown

But they are pulled back, burned

As we reach a darkling crowd

Rushing to meet the first mark

To touch the long flameless wicks

A cheer rises from the dark

As my gaze is transfixed

For one by one the fire is spread

Like a river streaming of flame

And a joy to my heart this sight sends

For my small light became night’s bane

And as if in answer to this

Threat of light made blinding bright

The shadow writhes wraithlike hiss

As rising draco shrikes dreadful night.

But strong is the light to resist

An army, with swords of flame

Burning away the inky mists

A luminous will to darkness maim

From the fielded burning stars

Forth comes a swirl of power

A pulsing spiral, spreading bars

Forms a nimbus rising tower

The greasy dark spreads to cover

Nearly winking out the points

As the luminous mass hovers

And forms a ball, a focused point

But when shadow seems to triumph

To gloat in victory perceived

The light suspended erupts

And expands floods blindingly

The void fills with the violent rays

Bursting spreading forming anew

Forms dire, fierce, angelic, fey

They rend the darkness, breaking through

It screams, a thousand wailing keens

Of greed-filled hopes betrayed,

And there is no trace to keep

Luminous flights drive it away

And there revealed to us bearers,

Of the flickering birth stars,

Lies the land we did wander

But with no darkness that mars

A new life has been given to us

The people about me do laugh and sing

And my soul is flood with happiness

They walk in the grass sit ‘neath trees they can now see

And I plant in the earth the thing that was

The start and source of all this

And there upon the hilltop

Where we fought the dark

Stand the candles that we held

Somehow they hardened and meld

And together flowed to form a blazing torch

A reminder to the new world

And a light against the dark

and lest we forget

the meaning meant

a candle alone can hold the dark at bay

but it's light must spread to break the day

-The Revig

the long lost poems

:D I almost forgot I was a poet:

Ice

For the Light
Do I ever reach
rising and falling
arms above the Dark
As is this dream

The Water is ice
Dark and deep
How lovely it seems
to just sink

But, no matter
The Warmth in my limbs,
Inviting sleep of frost,
That water is bitter
and forever bears thirst.
though I wish to drown,
Drinking fully.

But still that light,
hanging above the dark,
in a line,
is warmth against the dark
and a cure
to that which I carry
inside.

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Do not Leave Me

Do not leave me too fast
to my wing plucked fate.
Don't turn so soon from me
do not hide from me your face

For I have learned the value of a minute
And have seen hours fly.
I have seen how a day can last a lifetime
and life pass in a twinkling eye.

Don't leave me so soon
to my flightless fate.
Don't burn your memories
though I have, it's too late...

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Filtered

There would be things
A multitude that I'd say
to tell you of
But there must be a filter
colandlike tangles,
behind my eyes maybe,
That stops the flow of words
holding my fingers taunt
and causing my voice to skip, stop
There must be a critic,
selfish, vile, critter in my head
who would take the best
leaving the rest
for his own singular enjoyment

That must be the reason
why I stand in front of you
with something to say(good thing too)
but without any sound at all

This months poetry

aha! I did make it write under the line for the poems I did this month... I think that will be my goal two a month... just so I have sum form of motivation!

Breathing, singing, dreaming

I lie in this bed
in this room.
breathing lightly
for the pleasure of it.
each one easy, slow,
relishing the relief it brings.
a flower sweet,
welling up inside
growing from the air
at the bottom of my lungs.
its scent is a song
and the words I sing
to you, with whats left
of my bleary heart.
and the sounds do flow
through the clean air,
and we breathe them;
as we sing them.
as we lie in this bed
in this room.


Poet-Painter

He reads pictures,
He reads words,
In the Best
of eachothers works

Inspiration
comes from the same place.
but, what one gives words
the other one paints.

Blind painter.
Mute poet.
the works of your hands
is the music of your ailment

Paint me a poem with your paints.
Write me a picture in your rhymes.
For aren't these all the same
in the worlds they ply?




I've got a difficult task a head... but I have to do it... I must do it!

-The Revig

IN FLANDERS FIELDS

In Flanders fields the poppies grow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
--by John McCrae

coming back into my own

we'll start this off with a poem I formed in my head while working and wrote from what I had... I think it will be a series of short pieces on random topics... sketches really... these aren't the final states of these as they're rather rough with minimum of editing... still I likes them...


On May

Ah, happy May!
April has been pushing up daisies
and already you are afeild.
Your wings unfolden gossamer,
tinged with nature's hue.
Zephyr,
Foreshadowed by summers scorch

don't you hate it when you get that pain when you stand up abruptly? well this was borne from one of those...

On a Headrush

Stand up sharp!
Blood rushing to head
calls for headaches.
walls thin,
burst at the seams
then shatter to
so many pieces.
awkward, nerved apology
I gather them up
and quickly leave


have fun...

-The Revig

My creative self

I haven't written anything in a while... still abit rusty I'm afraid but I think thistribute to my fleeting inspiration...of sorts... should do

My creative self

I felt your knock,
at my door.
Voiced by the wind
through the floorboards

In the rain it came
frozen falls
over the pallid sea
repeated oft

'Erie" I called it,'
back to sleep
but the fire in my room
to hot to breathe

My feet touch the floor
embrace ice
dust gathered scatters
clean felt nice

Up two halls, down stair
chance given
to go back to bed, but
mad, knock driven

grasp handled ornate
opend slow
to myself standing out side
hand up to snow

The skin around your eyes
dark, as bruised
your hands stained with ink
work on something new?

"Come in," I would say
"Care for fruit?"
then wonder why you'd
take of your shoes.

We sit at the table, alone
Strewn with leaves
of clean pressed paper, we
begin to write these

I should have some art for you soon, freshly scanned...


omahahahahaha!!!


-The Revig.

The Silent Lovers

For the past two month I've been on a sort of haitus from writers forum... not because I've decided to give up writing but the Lord told me that I should hold up on it for the fast so I have been... and for a comeback I wrote a poem to a peice by the great noah-kh otherwise known as Kuan Hong...(link)

it's still need some work but I was sick of just looking at it...

as a disclaimer: while writing the poem I had no recolection of the poem he did... but now that I think of it, it's similar, strange, I must of been subconsceincly influence by it... drat! I hate it when that happens...

The Silent Lovers

These stone
as black as ice
left from some memory.
are the sculls of men,
now hearing,
the silent war
of these two lovers hearts.

They speak no more;
all has been said.
worth saying anything
now that they're dead?

they're ears are seared,
with the pains of the other
That is why the only look,
not speak, to eachother

sometimes they're eyes meet
more meaning than words
passes between.

He brought her flowers once
black foxglove and narcissus
they withered long ago
now but shadows in the dust

she made him wings,
but he broke them
automated things
could not control them
kept from her besides...

A little something

to satiate and to show that I'm not entirely brain dead at the moment :D


None yet.


touched by a darkness
tainted within
its waves beating
an island of light.
mortal strife,
of natures bound.
choose which wins
the rule of your soul.

cheers!

-the Revig

Mirror

I cannot touch again
what was once
so near
All I feel when I reach
is a mirror of my fear

Did I erect this defamy?
it's reflection is mine indeed
but changed it seems
an image of the nothing
I am become to be

A wraith faithless, finite
Fading
already it is blowing away
and all that remains
is the light of your face
as in my quavering hand
a hammer you place...

poetry...

yeps some more of the visually stimulating stuff. this time I'm swinging back into rhyme for a change I've certainly learned alot thanks to Admin's prodding(arr...)

this first one was, strangely enough, brought to mind and inspired by the word "grey" (or "gray" depending on where your from) this will be, of course, another one of my illuminated poems. I hate it when that happens...


Grey


When I was a child
so gay(HAPPY!!!) and free
the world was full of color
and I alone was king.

The sky fell through my fingers
the wind held my face,
in her caress everchanging
while she whispered my name.

The trippling creeks
laughed with me.
sticks were swords
and my fortress a tree.

But now time has flown
I see the world dim
through different eyes;
too fair, that dream, to live in.

Now the voices are silent, dry
This king's reign is ended
The fortress has fallen
My sword lies broken

Emaciated, the wind gnaws
against my bare skin.
No longer comforting
as it drives storm's clouds in.

And all the colors, slowly
do now but fade.
Where once played hues vivant
now lurk only shades of grey.


distanced

How can we
still be friends
(with benifit)
when seas
of land
come between?
Ourselves,
vessels derilect
Eachother,
our only shore

Our different paths
together we walk
Aching fingers breaking
the Silence
ever sporadicly

Never giving the hurt
the pleasure
of being felt
Though poignant
we feel
the others pain.

Can we find
our parts to play
in this masacarade grand
so soliloquosly acting?

Will we go on searching
in these mires of Silence
for our own selves?
Calling,
our names in dismay...



blah!


-The Revig

poetic experiences

At the urging of the administraton of Writers forum 3.0 (which has nothing to do with starwars) I have taken a few exercises in (mostly) rhymeless poetry...

Roots
I am trying to think but all that I find
are the tangled roots
of seedling thoughts
growing dead
cracking my mind
Broken before
these undead dreams
Feeding off my dread-
the chaos craven-
feinted petulence
calling to those inside

and...

Partent
Grieving your senses
locked in the wind
The headway of your water's
granting sanctuary

Gold leaf skin
wrapped about your hands
touch my agony
and burn my name

Failure to see
to reciprocate
(Pink belt)
:b
-The Revig

The Angels

here is the final version of this with editing added
The Angels
Their sorrow's gales
Dance with crimson sheets
Tears of blood
Run down marble cheek

They are statues
Their backs to the wind
Wings of cold grey
The watching seraphim

Stillborn of stone
Swathed in red
Bleeding for the world
Watching it end



and the piece it was written for:

full veiw for all the monoliciousness

as you can see I kinda intensified things in ps... the reasson for that was my scanner totally messed up the colors on it making the brown I used to shade the "sheets" way to pronounced... in the original the colors are in a much more delicate style of colored pencilling, but burning the
colors was the only way to get a uniform red... but really as with most of my pictures with this scanner they look much better in real life!

this is also for the challenge... though I really did want to use a peice to STEM's "Red" for it, I suppose this will suffice for

17. Blood

Also, I suppose that from now on instead of using just imageshack I'll also post the pictures like this with the blogger utility as well

cheers

-The Revig

Waited Too Long

for those who find themselves bested by love... for those who hesitated... for those who knew they were never meant to be...

Too Long 

We never saw
That everything was wrong
Too late
Our hearts to break
Our song never wrought
Waited, too long

We’re lost to each other
With no one but ourselves
To blame
For our pain
Our worlds crumble
No passion fell

Now sing we
A lacryment song
A requiem
To our dream
Distortion bleeding
Waited, too long




I know this place
I have been here now
And now I know




-The Revig

lethargic lullabies

here's some lethargic lines I came up with at nine PM some night

to be sung in a sing song drawl wilst weaving bed sheets around your prey...

Sheets

Take your time
to setlle down
Loose your voice
as in silence you drown
Guilt aside
just lie around
Make no noise
and forget your sound


-The Revig

poetry attack!!!

I don't really consider myself a poet but then there are those times when somerandom inspiration will grip me and I can't keep from rhyming... of course this is poetry not songwriting... for some reason that gift hasn't been very co-oporrative, anyway with out any further ado I give you three of my poems I have written...

this first one was written sometime back when I still was fanatical about the craft

Troubled Waters

Singing to an audience
That's just not there
Couldn't care less
This silence
Too hard to bare
Endlessly crashing ambience

Layers piling up
Apon my skin
Of bells struck
I've had to much
Of this light too dim
Fearlessly passionate touch

Something feirce
Is in the air
A fire within my tears
My greatest fears
Of this dare
Toyingly haunting mirrors

Days of Nights

"I will not love!" shouts I,
Spreading wings in the wind
"For nothing can I find
in my humanity to give"
Amnesty to live
Death taunting grin
graces my face
I can no longer waste
my tears
so dear
as to be my only dream to shed
But, Oh! the dread
of endless days
Of sleepless nights
Without the sight
of your face
Oh how I pray there will come a day
when I can touch
It aches so much
And nothing can I do
to soothe
The pain
of these joyless days
Of dreamless nights
Without the sight
Of you

a little free verse, anyone?

Evanescent

GO, find your light
Bring what you have within
and it will be your guide
Every night you scream
your tainted soul
This insanity within you
furrowing upwards to find
Nothing to bring
To give
to the sorrow that thrives
Within your breast
Where is this peace that you long to hold
Hesitant to see it
in your own eyes
Silence reigns
Although your screams explode
And everything comes
back to your pain
There is freedom
Now your own song
and yeild to the light
Before...


enjoy!

piling artisanian... stuff

soooo much has been going on this week... culturally that is...

first I finally finished the peice inspired by the Metanoya song I Believe in Hell... I was so lazy while doing the coloring... took me almost two months to do it... anyways here it is...

http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/9159/cage003copylb8.jpg
to read the lyrics and hear a low quality sample of the song go here:
http://www.metanoya.com/songs.php?sng=12

I've also finished a new song for my book...

I just couldn't resist putting it up as I worked hard on it and it has such sentimental value to it
anyways here it is

The Puppet

Verse 1:
A mess of strings
Above me swings
To these I am firmly strung
My hands and feet
These strings do meet
At the mercy of a tug
I cannot move
Unless I do
What these strings sing down to me

Chorus:
Soon these strings I will break
I will no longer take
What you tell me is real
I wanna know how it feels
To belong only to me
To walk away free
To steal the sunshine and rain
To know a true pain

Verse 2:
Curtain is raised
Forced into place
Same thing as always before
Dancing prancing
Endless thrashing
As I’m moved onto the floor
Jerking around force to the ground
As the music yearns to play

Repeat Chorus

Verse 3:
“You stubborn thing
You see these strings?
They are what’s holding you up
Cut them you’ll fall
Won’t move at all
Just dance it shouldn’t hurt much"
But I don’t care
These strings I’ll tear
I know there’s much more then this

Repeat chorus

Bridge:
I’m sick of this vanity faire
What is it you’re hiding me
I want to know what’s out there
What are you holding back from me?

Chorus 2:
Soon these strings I will break
I will no longer take
What you tell me is real
I wanna know how it feels
To belong only to me
To walk away free
To steal the sunshine and rain
To know a true pain

To run through the trees
To fall with my dreams
To find that I’m sane
To be an untamed

To be free to sing
To know the unseen
To fear no chains
To not live in a cage

To belong only to me
To walk away free
To steal the sunshine and rain
To know a true pain

A true pain

A true pain

A true pain…

fin.

see, I told you this was for my art and stuff.