I don't want to sound overly critical...

but...

What the hell's revertabated?

Read the context and then think about what it would mean.. For me, I lashed out at myself, Punished myself...

What is it that drives one to find the love that he or she holds to themselves,
Holds upon the light, to a feeling,
Holds to the world, to a deepest desire.
Can we just continue to move on through out this world,
At unawares,
For the loves that we can hold?
The dreams of the nights are oft too much a seeming,
For it is an illusion at worst,
My life at best.
For the world that I have been driven to believe, though,
To that world,
I must shed a tear and cry,
For that is my passing,
On from this life unto the next.
Can one dream an evanescent feeling,
An evanescent light,
To what one can hold to themselves,
Oft to the world I may create at night?
I wish that this was a seeming,
For the world is no longer a lie,
To grow up and view the world in all it’s name,
Is to see it, alright.
What is it that drives us forwards,
Off from the night,
What is it that drives us from our shelters,
Out unto the world.
Can I dream the one dream,
That makes this all alright?
Can I wish that one wish,
That atones for my sins and expresses my desires to night?
The mornings wake me,
Shedding it’s brightly made tears,
To upon my skin it lasts.
What I wish, for my soul,
Is to remember,
The feelings that I once had,
When I was alongside you.
For who can one love,
If it is not someone like you.
I have opened my soul,
Cut it a thousand times.
Giving it up in the end,
Is my plight among plights..
A tear drop among shadows,
On to the way,
For what one can dream,
Is finally one dream.
I wish to hold you near me mi’love,
To hold you tight,
For one moment,
For one second,
Before I fall off into the night.


Darkness falls on love
-Tenebrae Darkamist

What can be said of a miniature flower in a rove of weed. Will anyone see it, hardly likely but a slimmer of hope never the less. Now what is the chance that you will find a person who will nurture the flower so it can grow and blossom. In each of us, there is this unuttered flower. Whoever we let to nurture it will affect how we grow. This is a sacred feeling to each of us and depending of who we open ourselves to, a feeling of ecstasy and happiness will follow. A kiss is an example of such a thing, ranging from a peck on the head to a French kiss. A hug can be a sign or gesture, even a pat of the face. Such thing is sacred and has a different range of emotional effects. What we do and see can easily be shown to a greater injustice to our heart.


A minature flower
-Tenebrae Darkamist

I need five minutes of your life to say what I want to say:

I want to use the first minute to breathe, as I have come to air from your soul.

I want to use the second minute to dance with you, as was the childhood pleasures.

I want to use the third minute to lean in and kiss you, the beginnings of an end.

I want to use the fourth minute to hold you, and say that the love will never end.

I want to use the last minute to say I am sorry, I love you, Goodbye, as this is the end.

I only need five minutes of your life to say what I want to say.


Five minutes of your life
-Tenebrae Darkamist

Paths that lead upon the water-sodden roads of the my home
Are not to be trodden lightly on.

Wake a moment and see,
The curses that you bring to me.

Look back and you will see,
The vileness and the plague that is within your bones.

Look front towards the light of this dark
Road,
And see me standing in front of it.

Are you ready to come?
Are you going to leave?
I am the final path that you
Must undertake to come back.



Paths
-Tenebrae Darkamist

The dreams that burden me,
strangling to take a hold of me in this
world,
Can be said of as troublesome.
I could stare but forever into the
evanescent sky,
With the cool wind in my hair,
fluttering it,
moving the strange metallic-ness as it wishes.
I could close my eyes and reckon-son,
That I was fed a lie,
Like a pig in the slough.
I had a mutilated heart,
A unsighted devotion.
For this,
I had a movement towards the future,
And also none of the past.
I lived long enough I can miniscule,
long enough to take a break,
I am tired of life,
Tired of Living.
Tired, just tired. Through flesh and bones.

The sun was setting now,
A cool ball of blue and orange.
The darkness rising, yet you could not miss that.
A smile playing on my lips,
The darkness is blissful,
Thunderous, exotic.
I remember moving through the deserts.
Flying past the rocks.
I flooding the grounds with my bare feet,
The cool sand sinking between
My feet.
Reaching up barely to cover it.
There was a pounce, as a storm of sand was left,
Behind,
My every step.
I could laugh freely,
Exhilarated.
My end invisible.
I could only run on and smile.

I felt this feeling once before
in the peach groves of the garden.
The peaches casting a fiery shade along all the ground,
Frightening,
Earthy. Connected towards the old powers of the earth.
The wicked trees gave a short shadow, where peaches,
The bounty of the garden,
Was given.
I ate the peaches with a friend,
The Garden who owned the friend.
She was a good fellow, we both
Died through figments of our created souls.
But then she died.
Committed suicide like a fool.
A fallen dragon in it’s plight,
And yet I am still flying.

There was one time that I looked unto
The Eyes of the Jabberwock.
It questioned me, me and my soul.
My Soul before, and I
answered.
I had once broken loves, yes.
A broken heart, too.
A Championed soul,
Filled with Peaches and trees.
My leafless wings an earthy allure,
And a bloodied sword,
Which bore a vengeful retribution of a life
before.

The curse called life,
It is something to be reckoned,
The curse,
The hatred,
That of which left me almost dead.
I was fed lies like
A pig in the slough
The lies that killed me.
There was one about the people you can
Love.
Another about your
Enemies.
Another about how life is
Real.
But the last one was how much the world
Will be hurt if,
Your dreams come true.

I am internally bleeding,
Benevolent and sick.
Searching out for a cure
For those that need hope or have none.
I am tired of life, yet I stay,
For I am
Tenebrae, the Inara of the winds,
The Caligo of the Night,
And for that, I will fall.

The sun is rising now,
My clothes losing their allure.
The true darkness is rising,
I checked my hands,
I am nearly invisible now.
A spirit in it’s purest form.
To ward off the oncoming darkness.
I took in a deep breath,
And moved off into the ether.



Self Poem
-Tenebrae Darkamist

Time passes
By
Slow yet swift

What the clock spin, around and round. This is time
This is time
Time as it ebbs slow yet swift.

Moving up in the morning
Sleeping at dusk

Slowly yet surely
The morning’s work is done.

Grim set, Grim faced,
What is slow,
As time speeds past my hair,
Becomes fast.

Things moving all around me
Faster and faster yet.
Fast enough to make them break,
For everything is grains of sand in the clockwork.

Gigantic avian clockworks above me.
The slithering ground below,
The moonsun right above me,
Looking down and down,
Down to the ground.

Fuck, it,
I am going forward.
Going into my past.
For their I will dwell.
Dwell I will.

A moment’s time,
Is a precious thing.
Precious, too precious,
To waste on feeble minded things.



Time
-Tenebrae Darkamist

I asked a friend once,
To describe for me where she lives.
I never went there,
And so I asked.

I asked her to describe, describe her home.
I closed my eyes to listen, My mouth only moving.

I asked about the area,
The town.
What happens on days,
What happens in the towns.


Questions
-Tenebrae Darkamist

HE bent to her
EMBRACE

SHE into HIS
MELTED
arms. AND against HIS neck.
SNUGGLED


There was a final perfect moment as he held her.

Then
HER last
long breath
left.









in a sweet susurration



Sentence work
-Tenebrae Darkamist

(sentence taken from Magic the Gathering, the Colors of Magic Anthology, Expeditions to the End of the World, J. Robert King)

Can you forget the curse that was set upon you.
Despite what may have happened in your mind,
You will know that there is no love afterwards
This is a lie to be forgotten and die.


A lie to be forgotten
-Tenebrae Darkamist

Then as far as I can see, going gives me
a knowledge,
That as much as I know,
I am dreaming,
And this not real.
I am everywhere. I will be




As far as I can see
-Tenebrae Darkamist

When we travel,
We do not,
Think about,
What we are doing,
When we get back.

We leave it to
God to decide for us,
Our future.

Are we truly in control of our lives?
Do we want to be?

Think about it,
Just think about it.

We do not want to be in control,
The power is horrendous.

Who wants to know when,
We die,
Is it really worth knowing?

Think about it,
Just think about it?



Control
-Tenebrae Darkamist

Death is such a subtle weed among the blood red roses and white flowers of life. Yet such a weed when unlooked for would be as devastating as if there are more. For just that weed will kill all others and will grow until it dominates all. Then that weed will have enough power to kill all. Each person is that flower, each soul is that stem. And yet still the weed is dominating over all. Yet there is one who goes against such a thing, one who supports it. And there is one who helps each thing survive against it. And with this the weed will scarcely grow.



Death weed
-Tenebrae Darkamist

You know those random name generators? There's gotta be a poetry version of that somewhere. *duck*

Wind searing past his face,
Mutating his hair,
Sunlight penetrating his skin.
Giving an unearthly glow around him.
The view was amazing,
Trees passing by,
Pastures, fields, the occasional home or two.
Clouds staring in the distance,
Watching, waiting to make their move.
Up in the heavens,
Two great armies.
Light vs. Dark.
The holy battle.
The one battle.
Occasionally Light sent winds to blow away the earth.
Occasionally Dark sent clouds to freeze the provinces.
During summer, Light would become sluggish.
Unaware.
Of the preceding doom.
After winning it’s keep.
During winter, Dark would rule, freezing the world to a point of
Unholy
Satisfaction.
Two great armies.
Light vs. Dark.
Then came the sea.
Roaring and gliding.
Then came a storm.
Tormenting the town.
Where I came to finally rest.



Death wind
-Tenebrae Darkamist

What can we do in life?
We are full of fault
It is known
What can we do

We are shameful
Original sin is not what people think,
We are full of it
Greed is it
We are it
We can not be fixed

We are learning the true meaning of being kicked out of heaven
This means that the golden rules
Everything good
Is more than a lie,
It is a lie to us

We are less than that
Let it be known
We are doomed
Let that be known

Are we what we want to be
Is all the things said
About heaven a lie
About us being able to get there?
No.

It is not,
We are the lie.
We are not always able to be there.
We are doomed

Why do we live
If it plaques our soul
Why do we eat
If it shows us hunger
Why are we us, when we are the false.
We have brought shame to ourselves
And we will pay penance forever.

Money is nothing
Nothing at all
We are greedy
It is our fault

The falseness of being innocent when young
Is an excuse
We are doomed

Lives are nothing to us
We slaughter each other without reason
Let us be known as the fools that live
The living fools



Doomed
-Tenebrae Darkamist

What can we hope to accomplish in our short lives,
We only wish,
We only dream,
We are never in a reality.

What will you do if you had a choice, a choice to rid yourself of this world,
Would you take it?
A chance to travel,
To explore,
The world outside your own,
Would you take it?

We are when asleep in our true reality,
Time heart
The Garden of Eden
The Netherworld.

Is this the truth?
Are we all but a lie?
Or is that what we are.

We cannot hope for a better system,
Something better than what we found,
To escape the harsh realities of our life and go somewhere new.
We have all visited it,
Someday,
Somehow.

This is were we are meant to be.
So if you had a choice, would you take it?


If you had a choice
-Tenebrae Darkamist

i Love You.



some things i know, and this is one of such things,
strange



I love you
-Tenebrae Darkamist

Love is a fragment
Of the
Universe
In which we
Care
Till it
Blooms
We use it
As a
Weapon
Every day
Every night


Love
-Tenebrae Darkamist