Bartholomew Razorwood
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- Posted: Sat, 27 Sep 2014 07:04:57 +0000
I'll post a few of my works here, tell me what you think. -shrugs- Nothing special though.
This song i dreamed a while back for what purpose I know not.
Songs in the Key of Terra
And I'll sit in my room,
Pretend it's not the end of days,
But I've lost all my faith,
with no gods to whom I can pray,
because in the end,
it's Mankind's own way,
Marching down to extinction,
at the end of the day,
And here we'll sing,
in the ruins of it all,
Glad at least for the company,
during the final curtain call,
As long as we have each other's little community,
I'm sure we'll find some lasting peace,
wait and see.
And here we'll sit,
spiraling down to the ground,
smiling at each other,
feeling in no way profound,
dark may creep into our eyes in the end,
but death is better when you're with a friend.
When I was placed on anti-anxiety/depression medication for a month I felt bereft of creativity, this was the first work I wrote from that time.
Without Demons
Whether as if like wind through stars I drift alight,
sorrow bereft and hollow ere' 'tis night,
without somber plod or cursed muttered,
without foul and coarse verse I uttered,
where once my hand swung dark and true,
I have been left reborn anew,
With a mind clearer hence of this haze,
life has been rebuilt and with it a new maze,
a twisting corridor endless, heedless,
set within my mind bearing fruit sadly seedless.
This one . . . no clue here. A mixture of rage, insanity and depression from a time previous when I was spiraling into my own livid hatred and sorrow.
War Tide
Ever as death hunts our kin,
this fear that haunts our mortal sin,
the seething tide,
the rushing red,
the crow that caws 'ere soon we're dead,
the battle fought and murder wrought,
calm rears its head,
bullet cracks the report of pain,
hatred reap and hatred sown,
devil's agony in men we've slain,
fear thee now that die alone,
the magazine belches bolts of fire,
all to lose,
while bodies stacked upon the pyre,
all to gain,
and at the end of this mire,
with bloody rain.
One of my more . . . decidedly unpleasant works from those days when the . . . shadows in my mind wouldn't banish. I would spend hours brooding at work and at home slowly being torn apart by my own mind. It was in a word, exhausting.
Unseelie's Lament
When we drown in a pool of our sorrows,
is there any hope? A darkness devours our minds,
our souls are stained black in a torrent of hurt,
there is no turning back now,
we have been dragged down into the abyss,
where we writhe in the bowels of of Hel,
her loving embrace is like chains of ice,
they burn like cold fire, like my tears burn my cheeks,
each drop like molten iron heated from the smoldering of my shattered heart,
let me drag you down too and we will be dark spirits that haunt the night,
let us consume the moon in our despair.
The further back in my library I seek the further I see how far gone I was without Bupropion, indeed for a short period where I could not afford new doses I slowly started to succumb to a creeping criminality of a new sort, that of premeditated homicidal thoughts. But I digress -sighs-, that part of me is dead, for the most part and at last I free so long as medicaid pays for wall in my mind. And in that wall there's a door and still they knock, still they call, still can I feel the darkness in my own heart.
I found this to be one of the most distasteful of my . . . I wouldn't call this a poem, I'm not sure what it is. Stupid, vile, hate filled, delusional most likely, but it's there.
Enshrouded
There is a pall and a dark stain upon my life that will never wash away,
When I dive into the waters of madness at last I shall drink my fill and sate my endless thirst,
I shall devour the light of the sun that mocks me overhead,
the echoes of a lonely soul yearning for acceptance are just that: Echoes!
I am bereft of good nature but the shadow still hangs in my eyes, the silhouette still shrouds my soul allowing me to function in this broken mockery of society,
I am still too human, that I seek satisfaction with my fellows where no satisfaction will be found,
friends, family, though my heart yearns for company I find no comfort once I am there,
I am yet to be bereft of love, but whether such trepidation is but the residue of emotions past has yet to be revealed,
I drink in darkness and devour the flesh of my enemies too numerous to count,
this county is mine, this land, it's verdant hills, open plains and wooded valleys,
all that I know or have known I will crush under an iron shod heel with but one step and spatter all 'pon the ground,
that I should tread upon the blood stained earth a prince steeped in the depths of shadow I shall fulfill my destiny,
gore bread, blood wine, hated flesh roasted on spits in the night,
may my transformation take root that I descend into the caves and bowels of the earth to rise at night too strike others,
if my death occurs may my spirit linger with sword in hand to harry the living and become the most hated of legends,
hate, for I know not the gentle touch of love's embrace anymore, I am bereft, in cold darkness I languish . . .
you shall join me soon.
This song i dreamed a while back for what purpose I know not.
Songs in the Key of Terra
And I'll sit in my room,
Pretend it's not the end of days,
But I've lost all my faith,
with no gods to whom I can pray,
because in the end,
it's Mankind's own way,
Marching down to extinction,
at the end of the day,
And here we'll sing,
in the ruins of it all,
Glad at least for the company,
during the final curtain call,
As long as we have each other's little community,
I'm sure we'll find some lasting peace,
wait and see.
And here we'll sit,
spiraling down to the ground,
smiling at each other,
feeling in no way profound,
dark may creep into our eyes in the end,
but death is better when you're with a friend.
When I was placed on anti-anxiety/depression medication for a month I felt bereft of creativity, this was the first work I wrote from that time.
Without Demons
Whether as if like wind through stars I drift alight,
sorrow bereft and hollow ere' 'tis night,
without somber plod or cursed muttered,
without foul and coarse verse I uttered,
where once my hand swung dark and true,
I have been left reborn anew,
With a mind clearer hence of this haze,
life has been rebuilt and with it a new maze,
a twisting corridor endless, heedless,
set within my mind bearing fruit sadly seedless.
This one . . . no clue here. A mixture of rage, insanity and depression from a time previous when I was spiraling into my own livid hatred and sorrow.
War Tide
Ever as death hunts our kin,
this fear that haunts our mortal sin,
the seething tide,
the rushing red,
the crow that caws 'ere soon we're dead,
the battle fought and murder wrought,
calm rears its head,
bullet cracks the report of pain,
hatred reap and hatred sown,
devil's agony in men we've slain,
fear thee now that die alone,
the magazine belches bolts of fire,
all to lose,
while bodies stacked upon the pyre,
all to gain,
and at the end of this mire,
with bloody rain.
One of my more . . . decidedly unpleasant works from those days when the . . . shadows in my mind wouldn't banish. I would spend hours brooding at work and at home slowly being torn apart by my own mind. It was in a word, exhausting.
Unseelie's Lament
When we drown in a pool of our sorrows,
is there any hope? A darkness devours our minds,
our souls are stained black in a torrent of hurt,
there is no turning back now,
we have been dragged down into the abyss,
where we writhe in the bowels of of Hel,
her loving embrace is like chains of ice,
they burn like cold fire, like my tears burn my cheeks,
each drop like molten iron heated from the smoldering of my shattered heart,
let me drag you down too and we will be dark spirits that haunt the night,
let us consume the moon in our despair.
The further back in my library I seek the further I see how far gone I was without Bupropion, indeed for a short period where I could not afford new doses I slowly started to succumb to a creeping criminality of a new sort, that of premeditated homicidal thoughts. But I digress -sighs-, that part of me is dead, for the most part and at last I free so long as medicaid pays for wall in my mind. And in that wall there's a door and still they knock, still they call, still can I feel the darkness in my own heart.
I found this to be one of the most distasteful of my . . . I wouldn't call this a poem, I'm not sure what it is. Stupid, vile, hate filled, delusional most likely, but it's there.
Enshrouded
There is a pall and a dark stain upon my life that will never wash away,
When I dive into the waters of madness at last I shall drink my fill and sate my endless thirst,
I shall devour the light of the sun that mocks me overhead,
the echoes of a lonely soul yearning for acceptance are just that: Echoes!
I am bereft of good nature but the shadow still hangs in my eyes, the silhouette still shrouds my soul allowing me to function in this broken mockery of society,
I am still too human, that I seek satisfaction with my fellows where no satisfaction will be found,
friends, family, though my heart yearns for company I find no comfort once I am there,
I am yet to be bereft of love, but whether such trepidation is but the residue of emotions past has yet to be revealed,
I drink in darkness and devour the flesh of my enemies too numerous to count,
this county is mine, this land, it's verdant hills, open plains and wooded valleys,
all that I know or have known I will crush under an iron shod heel with but one step and spatter all 'pon the ground,
that I should tread upon the blood stained earth a prince steeped in the depths of shadow I shall fulfill my destiny,
gore bread, blood wine, hated flesh roasted on spits in the night,
may my transformation take root that I descend into the caves and bowels of the earth to rise at night too strike others,
if my death occurs may my spirit linger with sword in hand to harry the living and become the most hated of legends,
hate, for I know not the gentle touch of love's embrace anymore, I am bereft, in cold darkness I languish . . .
you shall join me soon.