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''This book simply bound in leather with little adornment.<br><br />
On the inside cover is writen ''Grag Tharashk: Poems''''<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Change''' <br />
<br />
In each heart<br> <br />
lies life and death<br> <br />
joy, pain, and sorrow<br> <br />
and everything else<br> <br />
<br />
What we show, what we feel<br> <br />
determines who we are<br> <br />
yet change can come asudden<br> <br />
an unforseen forking of life's path<br> <br />
<br />
Never think you're set in stone<br> <br />
(save if you've been petrefied)<br> <br />
any choice can be counterbalanced<br> <br />
if you need to be rectified<br> <br />
<br />
Darkness can be lightened<br> <br />
as light cloaked in shadow<br> <br />
a lover's kiss can turn to poison<br> <br />
or a foe's hate turn to love<br> <br />
nothing is beyond change.<br> <br />
<br />
<br />
'''Today'''<br> <br />
<br />
To have this moment last a lifetime<br> <br />
if it must not last forever<br> <br />
To remain within today<br> <br />
and throw away tomorrow<br> <br />
<br />
If we could live as mayflies<br> <br />
whose whole life spans a day<br> <br />
Hold close, each to the other<br> <br />
for what would seem forever<br> <br />
living only for today<br> <br />
<br />
To keep our skins in contact<br> <br />
and each to feel the other heart's vital beating<br> <br />
would we be wise to live<br> <br />
for today alone?<br> <br />
and worry not for tomorrow?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
----<br />
'''Untitled I'''<br><br />
<br />
Vast gulfs of air lay between us<br> <br />
the wind moans your name<br> <br />
like a man's dying breath<br> <br />
a sound that mocks me<br> <br />
and hightens my lonliness<br> <br />
<br />
Time's vast expanse stands<br> <br />
on opposite ends we find ourselves<br> <br />
allowed niether to begin our time together<br> <br />
nor to end our lonliness<br> <br />
<br />
You and I from different worlds<br> <br />
spread apart yet drawn together<br> <br />
let the Planes of the Wheel<br> <br />
rage with unbridled zeal<br> <br />
still will we return<br> <br />
and end this lonliness.<br> <br />
<br />
<br />
'''Writing'''<br> <br />
<br />
I dip my quill in ink<br> <br />
yet know not what to think<br> <br />
as I stare at my page<br> <br />
<br />
I sit with my untensils<br> <br />
impotent before me<br> <br />
no inspiration is forthcoming<br> <br />
though threw me flow sorrow, joy, and rage<br> <br />
<br />
I play a moment with that last<br> <br />
or does it play with me?<br> <br />
toy with thoughts of angry jealousy<br> <br />
take a sigh<br> <br />
and let them pass<br> <br />
<br />
my hand carries quill with its attendant ink<br> <br />
flowing across the paper leaf<br> <br />
and then I realise what I've done<br> <br />
the page is now so much fuller<br> <br />
than when I had begun.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Untitled II'''<br><br />
<br />
I am not saintly<br> <br />
nor am I vile<br> <br />
I am merely a person<br> <br />
whose soul is on trial<br> <br />
<br />
I question myself<br> <br />
and seek always improvement<br> <br />
yet constantly facing<br> <br />
my own hypocricy<br> <br />
<br />
I am presented to all<br> <br />
in all my complexity<br> <br />
to any who wish<br> <br />
to accept or reject me<br> <br />
I leave the choice<br> <br />
holy to you.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Perceptions'''<br><br />
<br />
I walk from each moment to the next<br> <br />
often incoherant<br> <br />
and more often depressed<br> <br />
<br />
As I take my paces<br> <br />
I struggle to be<br> <br />
unsure of my true identity<br> <br />
<br />
sometimes I wonder at the words which I speak<br> <br />
sure, they are pleasing to the ear<br> <br />
but might they be just lies?<br> <br />
What can you percieve<br> <br />
with your prying eyes?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''The Revisionist'''<br> <br />
<br />
Through years as through days<br> <br />
even hours, minutes, moments<br> <br />
events conspire to develop<br> <br />
in ways which do not please us<br> <br />
<br />
Yet what has past is past<br> <br />
there is no known way to change it<br> <br />
Gnashing teeth and wringing hands only brings more pain<br> <br />
So, why woudn't one refrain?<br> <br />
<br />
Each broken bond brings freedom<br> <br />
along with loss' pain<br> <br />
half-blind eyes are those that on the latter train.<br> <br />
<br />
That which fails to slay<br> <br />
only serves to strengthen<br> <br />
And just as every year needs some rain<br> <br />
so every life requires pain.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Untitled III'''<br><br />
<br />
Lives were lived<br> <br />
that are now over<br> <br />
weather ended by hand of time, god, or mortal<br> <br />
matters little<br> <br />
The sun has set on those days past<br> <br />
and stars have lost all noting of them.<br> <br />
<br />
But they are not gone (faded to nothing)<br> <br />
not at all like whisps of vapor<br> <br />
<br />
For in all things, new from old is forged<br> <br />
and those who've past come forth again<br> <br />
Ready once more to be etched<br> <br />
by twin dies of joy and sorrow<br> <br />
Ready to be painted<br> <br />
in colors of sin and innocence.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Darkfire'''<br><br />
<br />
Darkness seems inescapable<br> <br />
when light is unseen<br> <br />
so dispair is engulfing<br> <br />
when you have left me<br> <br />
<br />
When you are gone<br> <br />
there is but a hole<br> <br />
come, my dearest<br> <br />
be the light<br> <br />
to ignite my soul<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Connections'''<br> <br />
<br />
From each to each connected<br> <br />
thin strands of need or friendship<br> <br />
Span the gulfs between one soul and its fellows<br> <br />
<br />
As time passes old links may wither<br> <br />
or young strands may arise<br> <br />
weak strands come unglued<br> <br />
strong ones might survive<br> <br />
<br />
If one is uncautious<br> <br />
he may find himself in a tangle<br> <br />
cocooned, like a spider's treat<br> <br />
left paralyzed<br> <br />
<br />
If one is too cautious<br> <br />
she may find herself isolated<br> <br />
with too few conections to resist<br> <br />
the pull of a bottomless pit<br> <br />
<br />
If one finds the mean<br> <br />
there still is no garuntee<br> <br />
their life will be found pleasant<br> <br />
but at least, there is the chance.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Gamble'''<br><br />
<br />
Open<br> <br />
Close<br> <br />
<br />
A Mind<br> <br />
or a Door<br> <br />
<br />
decide<br> <br />
or leave for others to<br> <br />
<br />
It's all up to you<br> <br />
<br />
weather to play it safe <br><br />
or throw the dice<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Tempest of Fate'''<br> <br />
<br />
Day follows day<br> <br />
as hour by hour<br> <br />
you toil to remember<br> <br />
what you were after.<br> <br />
<br />
You win some<br> <br />
You Lose some<br> <br />
<br />
Between opulence and starvation<br> <br />
you bounce<br> <br />
Fates of the nations mean little to you<br> <br />
On opportunity you, like a cat, pounce<br> <br />
And so learn another feline was after it, too.<br> <br />
<br />
You toss and you turn about in your sleep<br> <br />
Much like you are tossed when awake<br> <br />
seeking any spar, or lover, to hold to<br> <br />
caught within the tempest of fate.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Perconceptions'''<br><br />
<br />
Am I deep as an ocean<br> <br />
or a shallow puddle?<br> <br />
is my light my own<br> <br />
or merely reflected?<br> <br />
<br />
What tides rule me?<br> <br />
Cause my inner sea to overflow with anger?<br> <br />
Twisting word and deed<br> <br />
into unrecogniseable confusion?<br> <br />
what can be my conclusion?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Realignment'''<br><br />
<br />
I try to remove this taint on my soul<br> <br />
or perhaps a hole<br> <br />
lingering conncetion to death<br> <br />
it wont go away<br> <br />
though my link be reduced<br> <br />
it is here to stay<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Helping Hands'''<br><br />
<br />
To aid my fellow mortals<br> <br />
how shall I proceed?<br> <br />
Do I sow disaster<br> <br />
with my well meaning deeds?<br> <br />
<br />
If I offer help to you<br> <br />
will you take offense?<br> <br />
or will you take advantage<br> <br />
to harm innocents?<br> <br />
<br />
Yet if I hold back my aid<br> <br />
from fear or prejudice<br> <br />
how can I call myself<br> <br />
anything save knave?<br> <br />
Or coward.<br> <br />
<br />
If I hide in my patch of light<br> <br />
afriad to enter even the slightest shadow<br> <br />
how can I hope to aid<br> <br />
those whose needs are not shallow?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Anticipation'''<br><br />
<br />
At last the day arrives<br> <br />
to the lake I journey<br> <br />
there to find<br> <br />
my beloved bride<br> <br />
<br />
As many folks as I have known<br> <br />
might be seen to gather<br> <br />
a keleidoscope of color, race, and dispositions<br> <br />
all have crossed the paths of two lives<br> <br />
<br />
Now the time appoaches<br> <br />
and we show the world<br> <br />
that these two hearts<br> <br />
have syncronised<br> <br />
that two lives have joined as one<br> <br />
for all our mortal days<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Disapointment'''<br><br />
<br />
Delays and diversions<br> <br />
seem to be our lot<br> <br />
no matter how we run<br> <br />
there is still more road to trot<br> <br />
<br />
frustration seeps in<br> <br />
accompanied by anger<br> <br />
ruled by fear<br> <br />
that our destination will never near.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Vanishment'''<br><br />
<br />
You've been gone<br> <br />
for forever and ten days<br> <br />
or so it seems to me<br> <br />
<br />
with your disapearance<br> <br />
lonliness creeps in<br> <br />
it becomes quite the clammor<br> <br />
strikes my heart like the cruelist hammer<br> <br />
<br />
the fear mounts<br> <br />
often making me pout<br> <br />
hiding my wonders<br> <br />
of where to hope for succor<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Run Around'''<br><br />
<br />
Your silence is deafening<br> <br />
enveloping<br> <br />
and terrifying<br> <br />
to me<br> <br />
<br />
without confirmation<br> <br />
my worst hallucenations<br> <br />
spring to mind<br> <br />
unbidden<br> <br />
and wont go away.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
'''For Love of a Sister'''<br> <br />
<br />
Sister,<br> <br />
cry your tears<br> <br />
but know not fear<br> <br />
of those who love you<br> <br />
<br />
cling to friendships<br> <br />
you hold them dear<br> <br />
and we would never flee your need<br> <br />
nor leave you in the dust strewn road<br> <br />
<br />
Sister,<br> <br />
you needn't seek your path alone<br> <br />
nor must you feel you need atone<br> <br />
our love will be yours always<br> <br />
<br />
the road you are to trod<br> <br />
has not yet been laid<br> <br />
donot be afraid<br> <br />
that its destination is already set<br> <br />
<br />
Sister,<br> <br />
donot force yourself to fit<br> <br />
into any ill-shaped hole<br> <br />
donot take a role<br> <br />
forced on you by others<br> <br />
<br />
Know that while we might not always agree<br> <br />
you still are family<br> <br />
I will always call you<br> <br />
SISTER<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Relief'''<br><br />
<br />
Teardrops fall<br> <br />
blood will boil<br> <br />
Pain and angst and sorrow froath<br> <br />
<br />
Love and Hatred intertwine<br> <br />
like errant strands of hemp and silk<br> <br />
twisting knotting convoluting<br> <br />
untill they become indistiguishable to my eye.<br> <br />
<br />
And then I blink <br><br />
heave and sob<br> <br />
And all is clear once more.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Hope and Fear'''<br><br />
<br />
Hope<br> <br />
all I can do<br> <br />
<br />
Hope<br> <br />
that she returns to me<br> <br />
that the vectors our lives have taken<br> <br />
continue thier intersecting courses<br> <br />
<br />
Hope<br> <br />
that what seemed so certain<br> <br />
has not been made impossible<br> <br />
that we will meet again<br> <br />
<br />
all I can do<br> <br />
Hope<br> <br />
<br />
<br />
Fear<br> <br />
what I feel most strongly<br> <br />
<br />
Fear<br> <br />
the senation that paralyses<br> <br />
leaves me numb after searing pain<br> <br />
<br />
Fear<br> <br />
my heart's breaking once again<br> <br />
shattered pieces impale me like shards of broken crystal<br> <br />
<br />
I strongly feel my<br> <br />
Fear<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Seeking'''<br><br />
<br />
Fled beloved<br> <br />
return to me<br> <br />
can I persist<br> <br />
absent your company?<br> <br />
<br />
Fled beloved<br> <br />
run no more<br> <br />
join me by the lake shore<br> <br />
in the City of Andrinor<br> <br />
<br />
Fled beloved<br> <br />
what would you do<br> <br />
were I to flee<br> <br />
after you?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Solitutde'''<br><br />
<br />
Alone?<br> <br />
solitude has its uses, I suppose<br> <br />
may you find<br> <br />
sweet repose<br> <br />
<br />
Rest<br> <br />
my love<br> <br />
I'll be here<br> <br />
when you awaken<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Daily Grind'''<br><br />
<br />
Good days<br> <br />
Bad days<br> <br />
blurring by me<br> <br />
can't tell the difference anymore<br> <br />
no longer keeping score<br> <br />
<br />
Bad days<br> <br />
Good days<br> <br />
niether matter overly much<br> <br />
they all bearly touch<br> <br />
the ultimate fate<br> <br />
<br />
No matter how many I heal<br> <br />
there still will be more<br> <br />
no matter how much I love<br> <br />
I'll still be tainted by hate<br> <br />
my challenge is great.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Idyle Hands'''<br><br />
<br />
Why do I bother<br> <br />
to write any words?<br> <br />
why do I bother<br> <br />
to write poetry?<br> <br />
<br />
I am no bard<br> <br />
they give me no sustenace<br> <br />
and often times<br> <br />
grant no relief<br> <br />
<br />
Why do I use<br> <br />
this pen and this ink<br> <br />
why do I comsume<br> <br />
all this blank paper?<br> <br />
<br />
do I really<br> <br />
want to know<br> <br />
why?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Needy'''<br><br />
<br />
I need a voice<br> <br />
to tell me I'll be okay<br> <br />
that I will get through this<br> <br />
that what awaits me is worth it<br> <br />
<br />
I need a touch<br> <br />
to calm or embrace me<br> <br />
a friend I can reach out to and feel<br> <br />
so I know that friend to be real<br> <br />
<br />
I need a hand<br> <br />
with the burdens I carry<br> <br />
or rather an eye<br> <br />
to identify them<br> <br />
<br />
I need<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Mistbound'''<br><br />
<br />
Two ships passing<br> <br />
on an unclear night<br> <br />
each notes the other<br> <br />
for but a moment<br> <br />
<br />
then each is swallowed<br> <br />
by the mists of time and distance<br> <br />
like soliders lost<br> <br />
in the fog of war<br> <br />
<br />
I do not wish<br> <br />
for us to be<br> <br />
Two ships passing<br> <br />
in the night<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Fortified'''<br><br />
<br />
I construct my wall<br> <br />
for my defense<br> <br />
and man its ramparts<br> <br />
day and night<br> <br />
defeding against<br> <br />
enemies unseen<br> <br />
yet still very real<br> <br />
to me.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Untitled IV'''<br><br />
<br />
Where did it go<br> <br />
my idealism?<br> <br />
<br />
from whence comes<br> <br />
this heavy cynicism?<br> <br />
<br />
do I lead those I call friends<br> <br />
on paths of death and doom?<br> <br />
<br />
do I offer hope of redemption<br> <br />
or do I lead to damnation<br> <br />
for souls whose purity would be untainted<br> <br />
save for my delusion?<br> <br />
<br />
am I to walk alone?<br> <br />
can I find a way to atone<br> <br />
for wrongs I feel I've done<br> <br />
but cannot name for lack of knowledge<br> <br />
though I seek all my days?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Weakness'''<br><br />
<br />
Useless USELESS<br> <br />
cracking under slightest strain, suddenly<br> <br />
broken<br> <br />
explosion BOOM<br> <br />
or implosion?<br> <br />
<br />
Birth<br> <br />
or death<br> <br />
or change<br> <br />
or is it all the same?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Unoriginal'''<br><br />
<br />
How unoriginal I am<br> <br />
a mere echo of other lives past by<br> <br />
angsty, like a child<br> <br />
weakly snapped<br> <br />
like a toy child's sword<br> <br />
<br />
tearful, as if<br> <br />
I am the main<br> <br />
in a long running tragedy<br> <br />
who's fate is sealed<br> <br />
and known by all the auidience<br> <br />
but unknown to him.<br> <br />
<br />
writen reread<br> <br />
uncountable times<br> <br />
well posted<br> <br />
my list of crimes<br> <br />
all have been done before<br> <br />
millions of times<br> <br />
oh, how unoriginal am I?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Letters'''<br><br />
<br />
Writing letters<br> <br />
never sending<br> <br />
leaving them to gather dust<br> <br />
and cling with cobwebs, and smell of must<br> <br />
<br />
writing protestations<br> <br />
for my feeble cries<br> <br />
brought easily by anything<br> <br />
the least not to my liking<br> <br />
<br />
without direction<br> <br />
nor point nor aim<br> <br />
exploding, imploding<br> <br />
and repeating myself<br> <br />
<br />
Letters writen<br> <br />
and best left unsent?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Untitled V'''<br><br />
<br />
Ruthless or kind<br> <br />
a Healer or Killer?<br> <br />
do I destroy or create<br> <br />
do I give or do I take?<br> <br />
<br />
A Parent or Child<br> <br />
beneficient belligerance<br> <br />
am I<br> <br />
<br />
self condradicting<br> <br />
and highly hypocritical<br> <br />
without a leg on which to stand<br> <br />
<br />
how can I be<br> <br />
such diseprate things?<br> <br />
I know naught<br> <br />
save that I am.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Flailing'''<br><br />
<br />
Drowning<br> <br />
I grasp a reed<br> <br />
my grip is too strong<br> <br />
or the stem is too brittle<br> <br />
the reed shatters, and pierces my palm<br> <br />
now I am drowning in waters of red<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Hope'''<br><br />
<br />
Hope springs eternal<br> <br />
and is the eternal fool<br> <br />
though she is repeatedly shown wrong<br> <br />
she seems to never learn<br> <br />
<br />
yet despite her folly<br> <br />
it is she who endures<br> <br />
and sustains<br> <br />
when no other wheel is to be had<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Local Weather'''<br><br />
<br />
emptiness<br> <br />
or nearly so<br> <br />
mass of air<br> <br />
whipped to a cyclone<br> <br />
void at its eye<br> <br />
and void without it<br> <br />
<br />
whirling storm<br> <br />
brings destruction<br> <br />
leaves renewal<br> <br />
by what remains<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''the Two Flames'''<br><br />
<br />
Thunder crashing<br> <br />
lightning strikes<br> <br />
and so a new flame has been born<br> <br />
<br />
flickering from its arborean mother<br> <br />
with the passion of its father<br> <br />
living to consume<br> <br />
or consuming just to live<br> <br />
<br />
Found by a tribesman<br> <br />
now become a protected flame<br> <br />
harnessed to aid his fellows<br> <br />
<br />
behind remains its sibling<br> <br />
another would be sacred flame<br> <br />
left untended it enlarges<br> <br />
untill woodland is consumed<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Beastman'''<br><br />
<br />
Beast<br> <br />
were you always so?<br> <br />
<br />
did you always knaw and tear<br> <br />
have you always had such hair!<br> <br />
and muzzle filled with long sharp teeth?<br> <br />
<br />
Beast<br> <br />
so you are now called<br> <br />
was that always your appellation?<br> <br />
<br />
slavering jaws and twitching claws<br> <br />
find your repose for a short while<br> <br />
rest relax<br> <br />
and regain yourself<br> <br />
<br />
Beast<br> <br />
you are not!<br> <br />
and needn't ever seem again<br> <br />
come with me<br> <br />
and remember who you are.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Judgement'''<br> <br />
<br />
Do I judge myself too hashly?<br> <br />
who are you to say?<br> <br />
but then, who am I?<br> <br />
<br />
Who am I<br> <br />
to call myself holy saint or sinner foul<br> <br />
who am I<br> <br />
to think I have such measures down?<br> <br />
<br />
how can I judge<br> <br />
my impact on the world?<br> <br />
be small or great<br> <br />
how would I awake to know?<br></div>Chilingsworthhttps://wiki.avlis.org/w/index.php?title=Grag%27s_Collected_Poems&diff=14225Grag's Collected Poems2006-07-03T21:24:43Z<p>Chilingsworth: </p>
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''This book simply bound in leather with little adornment.<br><br />
On the inside cover is writen ''Grag Tharashk: Poems''''<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Change''' <br />
<br />
In each heart<br> <br />
lies life and death<br> <br />
joy, pain, and sorrow<br> <br />
and everything else<br> <br />
<br />
What we show, what we feel<br> <br />
determines who we are<br> <br />
yet change can come asudden<br> <br />
an unforseen forking of life's path<br> <br />
<br />
Never think you're set in stone<br> <br />
(save if you've been petrefied)<br> <br />
any choice can be counterbalanced<br> <br />
if you need to be rectified<br> <br />
<br />
Darkness can be lightened<br> <br />
as light cloaked in shadow<br> <br />
a lover's kiss can turn to poison<br> <br />
or a foe's hate turn to love<br> <br />
nothing is beyond change.<br> <br />
<br />
<br />
'''Today'''<br> <br />
<br />
To have this moment last a lifetime<br> <br />
if it must not last forever<br> <br />
To remain within today<br> <br />
and throw away tomorrow<br> <br />
<br />
If we could live as mayflies<br> <br />
whose whole life spans a day<br> <br />
Hold close, each to the other<br> <br />
for what would seem forever<br> <br />
living only for today<br> <br />
<br />
To keep our skins in contact<br> <br />
and each to feel the other heart's vital beating<br> <br />
would we be wise to live<br> <br />
for today alone?<br> <br />
and worry not for tomorrow?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
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'''Untitled I'''<br><br />
<br />
Vast gulfs of air lay between us<br> <br />
the wind moans your name<br> <br />
like a man's dying breath<br> <br />
a sound that mocks me<br> <br />
and hightens my lonliness<br> <br />
<br />
Time's vast expanse stands<br> <br />
on opposite ends we find ourselves<br> <br />
allowed niether to begin our time together<br> <br />
nor to end our lonliness<br> <br />
<br />
You and I from different worlds<br> <br />
spread apart yet drawn together<br> <br />
let the Planes of the Wheel<br> <br />
rage with unbridled zeal<br> <br />
still will we return<br> <br />
and end this lonliness.<br> <br />
<br />
<br />
'''Writing'''<br> <br />
<br />
I dip my quill in ink<br> <br />
yet know not what to think<br> <br />
as I stare at my page<br> <br />
<br />
I sit with my untensils<br> <br />
impotent before me<br> <br />
no inspiration is forthcoming<br> <br />
though threw me flow sorrow, joy, and rage<br> <br />
<br />
I play a moment with that last<br> <br />
or does it play with me?<br> <br />
toy with thoughts of angry jealousy<br> <br />
take a sigh<br> <br />
and let them pass<br> <br />
<br />
my hand carries quill with its attendant ink<br> <br />
flowing across the paper leaf<br> <br />
and then I realise what I've done<br> <br />
the page is now so much fuller<br> <br />
than when I had begun.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Untitled II'''<br><br />
<br />
I am not saintly<br> <br />
nor am I vile<br> <br />
I am merely a person<br> <br />
whose soul is on trial<br> <br />
<br />
I question myself<br> <br />
and seek always improvement<br> <br />
yet constantly facing<br> <br />
my own hypocricy<br> <br />
<br />
I am presented to all<br> <br />
in all my complexity<br> <br />
to any who wish<br> <br />
to accept or reject me<br> <br />
I leave the choice<br> <br />
holy to you.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Perceptions'''<br><br />
<br />
I walk from each moment to the next<br> <br />
often incoherant<br> <br />
and more often depressed<br> <br />
<br />
As I take my paces<br> <br />
I struggle to be<br> <br />
unsure of my true identity<br> <br />
<br />
sometimes I wonder at the words which I speak<br> <br />
sure, they are pleasing to the ear<br> <br />
but might they be just lies?<br> <br />
What can you percieve<br> <br />
with your prying eyes?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''The Revisionist'''<br> <br />
<br />
Through years as through days<br> <br />
even hours, minutes, moments<br> <br />
events conspire to develop<br> <br />
in ways which do not please us<br> <br />
<br />
Yet what has past is past<br> <br />
there is no known way to change it<br> <br />
Gnashing teeth and wringing hands only brings more pain<br> <br />
So, why woudn't one refrain?<br> <br />
<br />
Each broken bond brings freedom<br> <br />
along with loss' pain<br> <br />
half-blind eyes are those that on the latter train.<br> <br />
<br />
That which fails to slay<br> <br />
only serves to strengthen<br> <br />
And just as every year needs some rain<br> <br />
so every life requires pain.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Untitled IV'''<br><br />
<br />
Lives were lived<br> <br />
that are now over<br> <br />
weather ended by hand of time, god, or mortal<br> <br />
matters little<br> <br />
The sun has set on those days past<br> <br />
and stars have lost all noting of them.<br> <br />
<br />
But they are not gone (faded to nothing)<br> <br />
not at all like whisps of vapor<br> <br />
<br />
For in all things, new from old is forged<br> <br />
and those who've past come forth again<br> <br />
Ready once more to be etched<br> <br />
by twin dies of joy and sorrow<br> <br />
Ready to be painted<br> <br />
in colors of sin and innocence.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Darkfire'''<br><br />
<br />
Darkness seems inescapable<br> <br />
when light is unseen<br> <br />
so dispair is engulfing<br> <br />
when you have left me<br> <br />
<br />
When you are gone<br> <br />
there is but a hole<br> <br />
come, my dearest<br> <br />
be the light<br> <br />
to ignite my soul<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Connections'''<br> <br />
<br />
From each to each connected<br> <br />
thin strands of need or friendship<br> <br />
Span the gulfs between one soul and its fellows<br> <br />
<br />
As time passes old links may wither<br> <br />
or young strands may arise<br> <br />
weak strands come unglued<br> <br />
strong ones might survive<br> <br />
<br />
If one is uncautious<br> <br />
he may find himself in a tangle<br> <br />
cocooned, like a spider's treat<br> <br />
left paralyzed<br> <br />
<br />
If one is too cautious<br> <br />
she may find herself isolated<br> <br />
with too few conections to resist<br> <br />
the pull of a bottomless pit<br> <br />
<br />
If one finds the mean<br> <br />
there still is no garuntee<br> <br />
their life will be found pleasant<br> <br />
but at least, there is the chance.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Gamble'''<br><br />
<br />
Open<br> <br />
Close<br> <br />
<br />
A Mind<br> <br />
or a Door<br> <br />
<br />
decide<br> <br />
or leave for others to<br> <br />
<br />
It's all up to you<br> <br />
<br />
weather to play it safe <br><br />
or throw the dice<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Tempest of Fate'''<br> <br />
<br />
Day follows day<br> <br />
as hour by hour<br> <br />
you toil to remember<br> <br />
what you were after.<br> <br />
<br />
You win some<br> <br />
You Lose some<br> <br />
<br />
Between opulence and starvation<br> <br />
you bounce<br> <br />
Fates of the nations mean little to you<br> <br />
On opportunity you, like a cat, pounce<br> <br />
And so learn another feline was after it, too.<br> <br />
<br />
You toss and you turn about in your sleep<br> <br />
Much like you are tossed when awake<br> <br />
seeking any spar, or lover, to hold to<br> <br />
caught within the tempest of fate.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Perconceptions'''<br><br />
<br />
Am I deep as an ocean<br> <br />
or a shallow puddle?<br> <br />
is my light my own<br> <br />
or merely reflected?<br> <br />
<br />
What tides rule me?<br> <br />
Cause my inner sea to overflow with anger?<br> <br />
Twisting word and deed<br> <br />
into unrecogniseable confusion?<br> <br />
what can be my conclusion?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Realignment'''<br><br />
<br />
I try to remove this taint on my soul<br> <br />
or perhaps a hole<br> <br />
lingering conncetion to death<br> <br />
it wont go away<br> <br />
though my link be reduced<br> <br />
it is here to stay<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Helping Hands'''<br><br />
<br />
To aid my fellow mortals<br> <br />
how shall I proceed?<br> <br />
Do I sow disaster<br> <br />
with my well meaning deeds?<br> <br />
<br />
If I offer help to you<br> <br />
will you take offense?<br> <br />
or will you take advantage<br> <br />
to harm innocents?<br> <br />
<br />
Yet if I hold back my aid<br> <br />
from fear or prejudice<br> <br />
how can I call myself<br> <br />
anything save knave?<br> <br />
Or coward.<br> <br />
<br />
If I hide in my patch of light<br> <br />
afriad to enter even the slightest shadow<br> <br />
how can I hope to aid<br> <br />
those whose needs are not shallow?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Anticipation'''<br><br />
<br />
At last the day arrives<br> <br />
to the lake I journey<br> <br />
there to find<br> <br />
my beloved bride<br> <br />
<br />
As many folks as I have known<br> <br />
might be seen to gather<br> <br />
a keleidoscope of color, race, and dispositions<br> <br />
all have crossed the paths of two lives<br> <br />
<br />
Now the time appoaches<br> <br />
and we show the world<br> <br />
that these two hearts<br> <br />
have syncronised<br> <br />
that two lives have joined as one<br> <br />
for all our mortal days<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Disapointment'''<br><br />
<br />
Delays and diversions<br> <br />
seem to be our lot<br> <br />
no matter how we run<br> <br />
there is still more road to trot<br> <br />
<br />
frustration seeps in<br> <br />
accompanied by anger<br> <br />
ruled by fear<br> <br />
that our destination will never near.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Vanishment'''<br><br />
<br />
You've been gone<br> <br />
for forever and ten days<br> <br />
or so it seems to me<br> <br />
<br />
with your disapearance<br> <br />
lonliness creeps in<br> <br />
it becomes quite the clammor<br> <br />
strikes my heart like the cruelist hammer<br> <br />
<br />
the fear mounts<br> <br />
often making me pout<br> <br />
hiding my wonders<br> <br />
of where to hope for succor<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Run Around'''<br><br />
<br />
Your silence is deafening<br> <br />
enveloping<br> <br />
and terrifying<br> <br />
to me<br> <br />
<br />
without confirmation<br> <br />
my worst hallucenations<br> <br />
spring to mind<br> <br />
unbidden<br> <br />
and wont go away.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
'''For Love of a Sister'''<br> <br />
<br />
Sister,<br> <br />
cry your tears<br> <br />
but know not fear<br> <br />
of those who love you<br> <br />
<br />
cling to friendships<br> <br />
you hold them dear<br> <br />
and we would never flee your need<br> <br />
nor leave you in the dust strewn road<br> <br />
<br />
Sister,<br> <br />
you needn't seek your path alone<br> <br />
nor must you feel you need atone<br> <br />
our love will be yours always<br> <br />
<br />
the road you are to trod<br> <br />
has not yet been laid<br> <br />
donot be afraid<br> <br />
that its destination is already set<br> <br />
<br />
Sister,<br> <br />
donot force yourself to fit<br> <br />
into any ill-shaped hole<br> <br />
donot take a role<br> <br />
forced on you by others<br> <br />
<br />
Know that while we might not always agree<br> <br />
you still are family<br> <br />
I will always call you<br> <br />
SISTER<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Relief'''<br><br />
<br />
Teardrops fall<br> <br />
blood will boil<br> <br />
Pain and angst and sorrow froath<br> <br />
<br />
Love and Hatred intertwine<br> <br />
like errant strands of hemp and silk<br> <br />
twisting knotting convoluting<br> <br />
untill they become indistiguishable to my eye.<br> <br />
<br />
And then I blink <br><br />
heave and sob<br> <br />
And all is clear once more.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Hope and Fear'''<br><br />
<br />
Hope<br> <br />
all I can do<br> <br />
<br />
Hope<br> <br />
that she returns to me<br> <br />
that the vectors our lives have taken<br> <br />
continue thier intersecting courses<br> <br />
<br />
Hope<br> <br />
that what seemed so certain<br> <br />
has not been made impossible<br> <br />
that we will meet again<br> <br />
<br />
all I can do<br> <br />
Hope<br> <br />
<br />
<br />
Fear<br> <br />
what I feel most strongly<br> <br />
<br />
Fear<br> <br />
the senation that paralyses<br> <br />
leaves me numb after searing pain<br> <br />
<br />
Fear<br> <br />
my heart's breaking once again<br> <br />
shattered pieces impale me like shards of broken crystal<br> <br />
<br />
I strongly feel my<br> <br />
Fear<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Seeking'''<br><br />
<br />
Fled beloved<br> <br />
return to me<br> <br />
can I persist<br> <br />
absent your company?<br> <br />
<br />
Fled beloved<br> <br />
run no more<br> <br />
join me by the lake shore<br> <br />
in the City of Andrinor<br> <br />
<br />
Fled beloved<br> <br />
what would you do<br> <br />
were I to flee<br> <br />
after you?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Solitutde'''<br><br />
<br />
Alone?<br> <br />
solitude has its uses, I suppose<br> <br />
may you find<br> <br />
sweet repose<br> <br />
<br />
Rest<br> <br />
my love<br> <br />
I'll be here<br> <br />
when you awaken<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Daily Grind'''<br><br />
<br />
Good days<br> <br />
Bad days<br> <br />
blurring by me<br> <br />
can't tell the difference anymore<br> <br />
no longer keeping score<br> <br />
<br />
Bad days<br> <br />
Good days<br> <br />
niether matter overly much<br> <br />
they all bearly touch<br> <br />
the ultimate fate<br> <br />
<br />
No matter how many I heal<br> <br />
there still will be more<br> <br />
no matter how much I love<br> <br />
I'll still be tainted by hate<br> <br />
my challenge is great.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Idyle Hands'''<br><br />
<br />
Why do I bother<br> <br />
to write any words?<br> <br />
why do I bother<br> <br />
to write poetry?<br> <br />
<br />
I am no bard<br> <br />
they give me no sustenace<br> <br />
and often times<br> <br />
grant no relief<br> <br />
<br />
Why do I use<br> <br />
this pen and this ink<br> <br />
why do I comsume<br> <br />
all this blank paper?<br> <br />
<br />
do I really<br> <br />
want to know<br> <br />
why?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Needy'''<br><br />
<br />
I need a voice<br> <br />
to tell me I'll be okay<br> <br />
that I will get through this<br> <br />
that what awaits me is worth it<br> <br />
<br />
I need a touch<br> <br />
to calm or embrace me<br> <br />
a friend I can reach out to and feel<br> <br />
so I know that friend to be real<br> <br />
<br />
I need a hand<br> <br />
with the burdens I carry<br> <br />
or rather an eye<br> <br />
to identify them<br> <br />
<br />
I need<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Mistbound'''<br><br />
<br />
Two ships passing<br> <br />
on an unclear night<br> <br />
each notes the other<br> <br />
for but a moment<br> <br />
<br />
then each is swallowed<br> <br />
by the mists of time and distance<br> <br />
like soliders lost<br> <br />
in the fog of war<br> <br />
<br />
I do not wish<br> <br />
for us to be<br> <br />
Two ships passing<br> <br />
in the night<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Fortified'''<br><br />
<br />
I construct my wall<br> <br />
for my defense<br> <br />
and man its ramparts<br> <br />
day and night<br> <br />
defeding against<br> <br />
enemies unseen<br> <br />
yet still very real<br> <br />
to me.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Untitled IV'''<br><br />
<br />
Where did it go<br> <br />
my idealism?<br> <br />
<br />
from whence comes<br> <br />
this heavy cynicism?<br> <br />
<br />
do I lead those I call friends<br> <br />
on paths of death and doom?<br> <br />
<br />
do I offer hope of redemption<br> <br />
or do I lead to damnation<br> <br />
for souls whose purity would be untainted<br> <br />
save for my delusion?<br> <br />
<br />
am I to walk alone?<br> <br />
can I find a way to atone<br> <br />
for wrongs I feel I've done<br> <br />
but cannot name for lack of knowledge<br> <br />
though I seek all my days?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Weakness'''<br><br />
<br />
Useless USELESS<br> <br />
cracking under slightest strain, suddenly<br> <br />
broken<br> <br />
explosion BOOM<br> <br />
or implosion?<br> <br />
<br />
Birth<br> <br />
or death<br> <br />
or change<br> <br />
or is it all the same?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Unoriginal'''<br><br />
<br />
How unoriginal I am<br> <br />
a mere echo of other lives past by<br> <br />
angsty, like a child<br> <br />
weakly snapped<br> <br />
like a toy child's sword<br> <br />
<br />
tearful, as if<br> <br />
I am the main<br> <br />
in a long running tragedy<br> <br />
who's fate is sealed<br> <br />
and known by all the auidience<br> <br />
but unknown to him.<br> <br />
<br />
writen reread<br> <br />
uncountable times<br> <br />
well posted<br> <br />
my list of crimes<br> <br />
all have been done before<br> <br />
millions of times<br> <br />
oh, how unoriginal am I?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Letters'''<br><br />
<br />
Writing letters<br> <br />
never sending<br> <br />
leaving them to gather dust<br> <br />
and cling with cobwebs, and smell of must<br> <br />
<br />
writing protestations<br> <br />
for my feeble cries<br> <br />
brought easily by anything<br> <br />
the least not to my liking<br> <br />
<br />
without direction<br> <br />
nor point nor aim<br> <br />
exploding, imploding<br> <br />
and repeating myself<br> <br />
<br />
Letters writen<br> <br />
and best left unsent?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Untitled V'''<br><br />
<br />
Ruthless or kind<br> <br />
a Healer or Killer?<br> <br />
do I destroy or create<br> <br />
do I give or do I take?<br> <br />
<br />
A Parent or Child<br> <br />
beneficient belligerance<br> <br />
am I<br> <br />
<br />
self condradicting<br> <br />
and highly hypocritical<br> <br />
without a leg on which to stand<br> <br />
<br />
how can I be<br> <br />
such diseprate things?<br> <br />
I know naught<br> <br />
save that I am.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Flailing'''<br><br />
<br />
Drowning<br> <br />
I grasp a reed<br> <br />
my grip is too strong<br> <br />
or the stem is too brittle<br> <br />
the reed shatters, and pierces my palm<br> <br />
now I am drowning in waters of red<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Hope'''<br><br />
<br />
Hope springs eternal<br> <br />
and is the eternal fool<br> <br />
though she is repeatedly shown wrong<br> <br />
she seems to never learn<br> <br />
<br />
yet despite her folly<br> <br />
it is she who endures<br> <br />
and sustains<br> <br />
when no other wheel is to be had<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Local Weather'''<br><br />
<br />
emptiness<br> <br />
or nearly so<br> <br />
mass of air<br> <br />
whipped to a cyclone<br> <br />
void at its eye<br> <br />
and void without it<br> <br />
<br />
whirling storm<br> <br />
brings destruction<br> <br />
leaves renewal<br> <br />
by what remains<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''the Two Flames'''<br><br />
<br />
Thunder crashing<br> <br />
lightning strikes<br> <br />
and so a new flame has been born<br> <br />
<br />
flickering from its arborean mother<br> <br />
with the passion of its father<br> <br />
living to consume<br> <br />
or consuming just to live<br> <br />
<br />
Found by a tribesman<br> <br />
now become a protected flame<br> <br />
harnessed to aid his fellows<br> <br />
<br />
behind remains its sibling<br> <br />
another would be sacred flame<br> <br />
left untended it enlarges<br> <br />
untill woodland is consumed<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Beastman'''<br><br />
<br />
Beast<br> <br />
were you always so?<br> <br />
<br />
did you always knaw and tear<br> <br />
have you always had such hair!<br> <br />
and muzzle filled with long sharp teeth?<br> <br />
<br />
Beast<br> <br />
so you are now called<br> <br />
was that always your appellation?<br> <br />
<br />
slavering jaws and twitching claws<br> <br />
find your repose for a short while<br> <br />
rest relax<br> <br />
and regain yourself<br> <br />
<br />
Beast<br> <br />
you are not!<br> <br />
and needn't ever seem again<br> <br />
come with me<br> <br />
and remember who you are.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Judgement'''<br> <br />
<br />
Do I judge myself too hashly?<br> <br />
who are you to say?<br> <br />
but then, who am I?<br> <br />
<br />
Who am I<br> <br />
to call myself holy saint or sinner foul<br> <br />
who am I<br> <br />
to think I have such measures down?<br> <br />
<br />
how can I judge<br> <br />
my impact on the world?<br> <br />
be small or great<br> <br />
how would I awake to know?<br></div>Chilingsworthhttps://wiki.avlis.org/w/index.php?title=Grag%27s_Collected_Poems&diff=14224Grag's Collected Poems2006-07-03T21:10:02Z<p>Chilingsworth: </p>
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''This book simply bound in leather with little adornment.<br><br />
On the inside cover is writen ''Grag Tharashk: Poems''''<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Change''' <br />
<br />
In each heart<br> <br />
lies life and death<br> <br />
joy, pain, and sorrow<br> <br />
and everything else<br> <br />
<br />
What we show, what we feel<br> <br />
determines who we are<br> <br />
yet change can come asudden<br> <br />
an unforseen forking of life's path<br> <br />
<br />
Never think you're set in stone<br> <br />
(save if you've been petrefied)<br> <br />
any choice can be counterbalanced<br> <br />
if you need to be rectified<br> <br />
<br />
Darkness can be lightened<br> <br />
as light cloaked in shadow<br> <br />
a lover's kiss can turn to poison<br> <br />
or a foe's hate turn to love<br> <br />
nothing is beyond change.<br> <br />
<br />
<br />
'''Today'''<br> <br />
<br />
To have this moment last a lifetime<br> <br />
if it must not last forever<br> <br />
To remain within today<br> <br />
and throw away tomorrow<br> <br />
<br />
If we could live as mayflies<br> <br />
whose whole life spans a day<br> <br />
Hold close, each to the other<br> <br />
for what would seem forever<br> <br />
living only for today<br> <br />
<br />
To keep our skins in contact<br> <br />
and each to feel the other heart's vital beating<br> <br />
would we be wise to live<br> <br />
for today alone?<br> <br />
and worry not for tomorrow?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
----<br />
'''Untitled I'''<br><br />
<br />
Vast gulfs of air lay between us<br> <br />
the wind moans your name<br> <br />
like a man's dying breath<br> <br />
a sound that mocks me<br> <br />
and hightens my lonliness<br> <br />
<br />
Time's vast expanse stands<br> <br />
on opposite ends we find ourselves<br> <br />
allowed niether to begin our time together<br> <br />
nor to end our lonliness<br> <br />
<br />
You and I from different worlds<br> <br />
spread apart yet drawn together<br> <br />
let the Planes of the Wheel<br> <br />
rage with unbridled zeal<br> <br />
still will we return<br> <br />
and end this lonliness.<br> <br />
<br />
<br />
'''Writing'''<br> <br />
<br />
I dip my quill in ink<br> <br />
yet know not what to think<br> <br />
as I stare at my page<br> <br />
<br />
I sit with my untensils<br> <br />
impotent before me<br> <br />
no inspiration is forthcoming<br> <br />
though threw me flow sorrow, joy, and rage<br> <br />
<br />
I play a moment with that last<br> <br />
or does it play with me?<br> <br />
toy with thoughts of angry jealousy<br> <br />
take a sigh<br> <br />
and let them pass<br> <br />
<br />
my hand carries quill with its attendant ink<br> <br />
flowing across the paper leaf<br> <br />
and then I realise what I've done<br> <br />
the page is now so much fuller<br> <br />
than when I had begun.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Untitled II'''<br><br />
<br />
I am not saintly<br> <br />
nor am I vile<br> <br />
I am merely a person<br> <br />
whose soul is on trial<br> <br />
<br />
I question myself<br> <br />
and seek always improvement<br> <br />
yet constantly facing<br> <br />
my own hypocricy<br> <br />
<br />
I am presented to all<br> <br />
in all my complexity<br> <br />
to any who wish<br> <br />
to accept or reject me<br> <br />
I leave the choice<br> <br />
holy to you.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Perceptions'''<br><br />
<br />
I walk from each moment to the next<br> <br />
often incoherant<br> <br />
and more often depressed<br> <br />
<br />
As I take my paces<br> <br />
I struggle to be<br> <br />
unsure of my true identity<br> <br />
<br />
sometimes I wonder at the words which I speak<br> <br />
sure, they are pleasing to the ear<br> <br />
but might they be just lies?<br> <br />
What can you percieve<br> <br />
with your prying eyes?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''The Revisionist'''<br> <br />
<br />
Through years as through days<br> <br />
even hours, minutes, moments<br> <br />
events conspire to develop<br> <br />
in ways which do not please us<br> <br />
<br />
Yet what has past is past<br> <br />
there is no known way to change it<br> <br />
Gnashing teeth and wringing hands only brings more pain<br> <br />
So, why woudn't one refrain?<br> <br />
<br />
Each broken bond brings freedom<br> <br />
along with loss' pain<br> <br />
half-blind eyes are those that on the latter train.<br> <br />
<br />
That which fails to slay<br> <br />
only serves to strengthen<br> <br />
And just as every year needs some rain<br> <br />
so every life requires pain.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Untitled IV'''<br><br />
<br />
Lives were lived<br> <br />
that are now over<br> <br />
weather ended by hand of time, god, or mortal<br> <br />
matters little<br> <br />
The sun has set on those days past<br> <br />
and stars have lost all noting of them.<br> <br />
<br />
But they are not gone (faded to nothing)<br> <br />
not at all like whisps of vapor<br> <br />
<br />
For in all things, new from old is forged<br> <br />
and those who've past come forth again<br> <br />
Ready once more to be etched<br> <br />
by twin dies of joy and sorrow<br> <br />
Ready to be painted<br> <br />
in colors of sin and innocence.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Darkfire'''<br><br />
<br />
Darkness seems inescapable<br> <br />
when light is unseen<br> <br />
so dispair is engulfing<br> <br />
when you have left me<br> <br />
<br />
When you are gone<br> <br />
there is but a hole<br> <br />
come, my dearest<br> <br />
be the light<br> <br />
to ignite my soul<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Connections'''<br> <br />
<br />
From each to each connected<br> <br />
thin strands of need or friendship<br> <br />
Span the gulfs between one soul and its fellows<br> <br />
<br />
As time passes old links may wither<br> <br />
or young strands may arise<br> <br />
weak strands come unglued<br> <br />
strong ones might survive<br> <br />
<br />
If one is uncautious<br> <br />
he may find himself in a tangle<br> <br />
cocooned, like a spider's treat<br> <br />
left paralyzed<br> <br />
<br />
If one is too cautious<br> <br />
she may find herself isolated<br> <br />
with too few conections to resist<br> <br />
the pull of a bottomless pit<br> <br />
<br />
If one finds the mean<br> <br />
there still is no garuntee<br> <br />
their life will be found pleasant<br> <br />
but at least, there is the chance.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Gamble'''<br><br />
<br />
Open<br> <br />
Close<br> <br />
<br />
A Mind<br> <br />
or a Door<br> <br />
<br />
decide<br> <br />
or leave for others to<br> <br />
<br />
It's all up to you<br> <br />
<br />
weather to play it safe <br><br />
or throw the dice<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Tempest of Fate'''<br> <br />
<br />
Day follows day<br> <br />
as hour by hour<br> <br />
you toil to remember<br> <br />
what you were after.<br> <br />
<br />
You win some<br> <br />
You Lose some<br> <br />
<br />
Between opulence and starvation<br> <br />
you bounce<br> <br />
Fates of the nations mean little to you<br> <br />
On opportunity you, like a cat, pounce<br> <br />
And so learn another feline was after it, too.<br> <br />
<br />
You toss and you turn about in your sleep<br> <br />
Much like you are tossed when awake<br> <br />
seeking any spar, or lover, to hold to<br> <br />
caught within the tempest of fate.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Perconceptions'''<br><br />
<br />
Am I deep as an ocean<br> <br />
or a shallow puddle?<br> <br />
is my light my own<br> <br />
or merely reflected?<br> <br />
<br />
What tides rule me?<br> <br />
Cause my inner sea to overflow with anger?<br> <br />
Twisting word and deed<br> <br />
into unrecogniseable confusion?<br> <br />
what can be my conclusion?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Realignment'''<br><br />
<br />
I try to remove this taint on my soul<br> <br />
or perhaps a hole<br> <br />
lingering conncetion to death<br> <br />
it wont go away<br> <br />
though my link be reduced<br> <br />
it is here to stay<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Helping Hands'''<br><br />
<br />
To aid my fellow mortals<br> <br />
how shall I proceed?<br> <br />
Do I sow disaster<br> <br />
with my well meaning deeds?<br> <br />
<br />
If I offer help to you<br> <br />
will you take offense?<br> <br />
or will you take advantage<br> <br />
to harm innocents?<br> <br />
<br />
Yet if I hold back my aid<br> <br />
from fear or prejudice<br> <br />
how can I call myself<br> <br />
anything save knave?<br> <br />
Or coward.<br> <br />
<br />
If I hide in my patch of light<br> <br />
afriad to enter even the slightest shadow<br> <br />
how can I hope to aid<br> <br />
those whose needs are not shallow?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Anticipation'''<br><br />
<br />
At last the day arrives<br> <br />
to the lake I journey<br> <br />
there to find<br> <br />
my beloved bride<br> <br />
<br />
As many folks as I have known<br> <br />
might be seen to gather<br> <br />
a keleidoscope of color, race, and dispositions<br> <br />
all have crossed the paths of two lives<br> <br />
<br />
Now the time appoaches<br> <br />
and we show the world<br> <br />
that these two hearts<br> <br />
have syncronised<br> <br />
that two lives have joined as one<br> <br />
for all our mortal days<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Disapointment'''<br><br />
<br />
Delays and diversions<br> <br />
seem to be our lot<br> <br />
no matter how we run<br> <br />
there is still more road to trot<br> <br />
<br />
frustration seeps in<br> <br />
accompanied by anger<br> <br />
ruled by fear<br> <br />
that our destination will never near.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Vanishment'''<br><br />
<br />
You've been gone<br> <br />
for forever and ten days<br> <br />
or so it seems to me<br> <br />
<br />
with your disapearance<br> <br />
lonliness creeps in<br> <br />
it becomes quite the clammor<br> <br />
strikes my heart like the cruelist hammer<br> <br />
<br />
the fear mounts<br> <br />
often making me pout<br> <br />
hiding my wonders<br> <br />
of where to hope for succor<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Run Around'''<br><br />
<br />
Your silence is deafening<br> <br />
enveloping<br> <br />
and terrifying<br> <br />
to me<br> <br />
<br />
without confirmation<br> <br />
my worst hallucenations<br> <br />
spring to mind<br> <br />
unbidden<br> <br />
and wont go away.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
'''For Love of a Sister'''<br> <br />
<br />
Sister,<br> <br />
cry your tears<br> <br />
but know not fear<br> <br />
of those who love you<br> <br />
<br />
cling to friendships<br> <br />
you hold them dear<br> <br />
and we would never flee your need<br> <br />
nor leave you in the dust strewn road<br> <br />
<br />
Sister,<br> <br />
you needn't seek your path alone<br> <br />
nor must you feel you need atone<br> <br />
our love will be yours always<br> <br />
<br />
the road you are to trod<br> <br />
has not yet been laid<br> <br />
donot be afraid<br> <br />
that its destination is already set<br> <br />
<br />
Sister,<br> <br />
donot force yourself to fit<br> <br />
into any ill-shaped hole<br> <br />
donot take a role<br> <br />
forced on you by others<br> <br />
<br />
Know that while we might not always agree<br> <br />
you still are family<br> <br />
I will always call you<br> <br />
SISTER<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Relief'''<br><br />
<br />
Teardrops fall<br> <br />
blood will boil<br> <br />
Pain and angst and sorrow froath<br> <br />
<br />
Love and Hatred intertwine<br> <br />
like errant strands of hemp and silk<br> <br />
twisting knotting convoluting<br> <br />
untill they become indistiguishable to my eye.<br> <br />
<br />
And then I blink <br><br />
heave and sob<br> <br />
And all is clear once more.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Hope and Fear'''<br><br />
<br />
Hope<br> <br />
all I can do<br> <br />
<br />
Hope<br> <br />
that she returns to me<br> <br />
that the vectors our lives have taken<br> <br />
continue thier intersecting courses<br> <br />
<br />
Hope<br> <br />
that what seemed so certain<br> <br />
has not been made impossible<br> <br />
that we will meet again<br> <br />
<br />
all I can do<br> <br />
Hope<br> <br />
<br />
<br />
Fear<br> <br />
what I feel most strongly<br> <br />
<br />
Fear<br> <br />
the senation that paralyses<br> <br />
leaves me numb after searing pain<br> <br />
<br />
Fear<br> <br />
my heart's breaking once again<br> <br />
shattered pieces impale me like shards of broken crystal<br> <br />
<br />
I strongly feel my<br> <br />
Fear<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Seeking'''<br><br />
<br />
Fled beloved<br> <br />
return to me<br> <br />
can I persist<br> <br />
absent your company?<br> <br />
<br />
Fled beloved<br> <br />
run no more<br> <br />
join me by the lake shore<br> <br />
in the City of Andrinor<br> <br />
<br />
Fled beloved<br> <br />
what would you do<br> <br />
were I to flee<br> <br />
after you?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Solitutde'''<br><br />
<br />
Alone?<br> <br />
solitude has its uses, I suppose<br> <br />
may you find<br> <br />
sweet repose<br> <br />
<br />
Rest<br> <br />
my love<br> <br />
I'll be here<br> <br />
when you awaken<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Daily Grind'''<br><br />
<br />
Good days<br> <br />
Bad days<br> <br />
blurring by me<br> <br />
can't tell the difference anymore<br> <br />
no longer keeping score<br> <br />
<br />
Bad days<br> <br />
Good days<br> <br />
niether matter overly much<br> <br />
they all bearly touch<br> <br />
the ultimate fate<br> <br />
<br />
No matter how many I heal<br> <br />
there still will be more<br> <br />
no matter how much I love<br> <br />
I'll still be tainted by hate<br> <br />
my challenge is great.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Idyle Hands'''<br><br />
<br />
Why do I bother<br> <br />
to write any words?<br> <br />
why do I bother<br> <br />
to write poetry?<br> <br />
<br />
I am no bard<br> <br />
they give me no sustenace<br> <br />
and often times<br> <br />
grant no relief<br> <br />
<br />
Why do I use<br> <br />
this pen and this ink<br> <br />
why do I comsume<br> <br />
all this blank paper?<br> <br />
<br />
do I really<br> <br />
want to know<br> <br />
why?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Needy'''<br><br />
<br />
I need a voice<br> <br />
to tell me I'll be okay<br> <br />
that I will get through this<br> <br />
that what awaits me is worth it<br> <br />
<br />
I need a touch<br> <br />
to calm or embrace me<br> <br />
a friend I can reach out to and feel<br> <br />
so I know that friend to be real<br> <br />
<br />
I need a hand<br> <br />
with the burdens I carry<br> <br />
or rather an eye<br> <br />
to identify them<br> <br />
<br />
I need<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Mistbound'''<br><br />
<br />
Two ships passing<br> <br />
on an unclear night<br> <br />
each notes the other<br> <br />
for but a moment<br> <br />
<br />
then each is swallowed<br> <br />
by the mists of time and distance<br> <br />
like soliders lost<br> <br />
in the fog of war<br> <br />
<br />
I do not wish<br> <br />
for us to be<br> <br />
Two ships passing<br> <br />
in the night<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Fortified'''<br><br />
<br />
I construct my wall<br> <br />
for my defense<br> <br />
and man its ramparts<br> <br />
day and night<br> <br />
defeding against<br> <br />
enemies unseen<br> <br />
yet still very real<br> <br />
to me.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Untitled IV'''<br><br />
<br />
Where did it go<br> <br />
my idealism?<br> <br />
<br />
from whence comes<br> <br />
this heavy cynicism?<br> <br />
<br />
do I lead those I call friends<br> <br />
on paths of death and doom?<br> <br />
<br />
do I offer hope of redemption<br> <br />
or do I lead to damnation<br> <br />
for souls whose purity would be untainted<br> <br />
save for my delusion?<br> <br />
<br />
am I to walk alone?<br> <br />
can I find a way to atone<br> <br />
for wrongs I feel I've done<br> <br />
but cannot name for lack of knowledge<br> <br />
though I seek all my days?<br></div>Chilingsworthhttps://wiki.avlis.org/w/index.php?title=Grag%27s_Collected_Poems&diff=14222Grag's Collected Poems2006-07-03T21:01:51Z<p>Chilingsworth: </p>
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<br />
''This book simply bound in leather with little adornment.<br><br />
On the inside cover is writen ''Grag Tharashk: Poems''''<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Change''' <br />
<br />
In each heart<br> <br />
lies life and death<br> <br />
joy, pain, and sorrow<br> <br />
and everything else<br> <br />
<br />
What we show, what we feel<br> <br />
determines who we are<br> <br />
yet change can come asudden<br> <br />
an unforseen forking of life's path<br> <br />
<br />
Never think you're set in stone<br> <br />
(save if you've been petrefied)<br> <br />
any choice can be counterbalanced<br> <br />
if you need to be rectified<br> <br />
<br />
Darkness can be lightened<br> <br />
as light cloaked in shadow<br> <br />
a lover's kiss can turn to poison<br> <br />
or a foe's hate turn to love<br> <br />
nothing is beyond change.<br> <br />
<br />
<br />
'''Today'''<br> <br />
<br />
To have this moment last a lifetime<br> <br />
if it must not last forever<br> <br />
To remain within today<br> <br />
and throw away tomorrow<br> <br />
<br />
If we could live as mayflies<br> <br />
whose whole life spans a day<br> <br />
Hold close, each to the other<br> <br />
for what would seem forever<br> <br />
living only for today<br> <br />
<br />
To keep our skins in contact<br> <br />
and each to feel the other heart's vital beating<br> <br />
would we be wise to live<br> <br />
for today alone?<br> <br />
and worry not for tomorrow?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
----<br />
'''Untitled I'''<br><br />
<br />
Vast gulfs of air lay between us<br> <br />
the wind moans your name<br> <br />
like a man's dying breath<br> <br />
a sound that mocks me<br> <br />
and hightens my lonliness<br> <br />
<br />
Time's vast expanse stands<br> <br />
on opposite ends we find ourselves<br> <br />
allowed niether to begin our time together<br> <br />
nor to end our lonliness<br> <br />
<br />
You and I from different worlds<br> <br />
spread apart yet drawn together<br> <br />
let the Planes of the Wheel<br> <br />
rage with unbridled zeal<br> <br />
still will we return<br> <br />
and end this lonliness.<br> <br />
<br />
<br />
'''Writing'''<br> <br />
<br />
I dip my quill in ink<br> <br />
yet know not what to think<br> <br />
as I stare at my page<br> <br />
<br />
I sit with my untensils<br> <br />
impotent before me<br> <br />
no inspiration is forthcoming<br> <br />
though threw me flow sorrow, joy, and rage<br> <br />
<br />
I play a moment with that last<br> <br />
or does it play with me?<br> <br />
toy with thoughts of angry jealousy<br> <br />
take a sigh<br> <br />
and let them pass<br> <br />
<br />
my hand carries quill with its attendant ink<br> <br />
flowing across the paper leaf<br> <br />
and then I realise what I've done<br> <br />
the page is now so much fuller<br> <br />
than when I had begun.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Untitled II'''<br><br />
<br />
I am not saintly<br> <br />
nor am I vile<br> <br />
I am merely a person<br> <br />
whose soul is on trial<br> <br />
<br />
I question myself<br> <br />
and seek always improvement<br> <br />
yet constantly facing<br> <br />
my own hypocricy<br> <br />
<br />
I am presented to all<br> <br />
in all my complexity<br> <br />
to any who wish<br> <br />
to accept or reject me<br> <br />
I leave the choice<br> <br />
holy to you.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Perceptions'''<br><br />
<br />
I walk from each moment to the next<br> <br />
often incoherant<br> <br />
and more often depressed<br> <br />
<br />
As I take my paces<br> <br />
I struggle to be<br> <br />
unsure of my true identity<br> <br />
<br />
sometimes I wonder at the words which I speak<br> <br />
sure, they are pleasing to the ear<br> <br />
but might they be just lies?<br> <br />
What can you percieve<br> <br />
with your prying eyes?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''The Revisionist'''<br> <br />
<br />
Through years as through days<br> <br />
even hours, minutes, moments<br> <br />
events conspire to develop<br> <br />
in ways which do not please us<br> <br />
<br />
Yet what has past is past<br> <br />
there is no known way to change it<br> <br />
Gnashing teeth and wringing hands only brings more pain<br> <br />
So, why woudn't one refrain?<br> <br />
<br />
Each broken bond brings freedom<br> <br />
along with loss' pain<br> <br />
half-blind eyes are those that on the latter train.<br> <br />
<br />
That which fails to slay<br> <br />
only serves to strengthen<br> <br />
And just as every year needs some rain<br> <br />
so every life requires pain.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Untitled IV'''<br><br />
<br />
Lives were lived<br> <br />
that are now over<br> <br />
weather ended by hand of time, god, or mortal<br> <br />
matters little<br> <br />
The sun has set on those days past<br> <br />
and stars have lost all noting of them.<br> <br />
<br />
But they are not gone (faded to nothing)<br> <br />
not at all like whisps of vapor<br> <br />
<br />
For in all things, new from old is forged<br> <br />
and those who've past come forth again<br> <br />
Ready once more to be etched<br> <br />
by twin dies of joy and sorrow<br> <br />
Ready to be painted<br> <br />
in colors of sin and innocence.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Darkfire'''<br><br />
<br />
Darkness seems inescapable<br> <br />
when light is unseen<br> <br />
so dispair is engulfing<br> <br />
when you have left me<br> <br />
<br />
When you are gone<br> <br />
there is but a hole<br> <br />
come, my dearest<br> <br />
be the light<br> <br />
to ignite my soul<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Connections'''<br> <br />
<br />
From each to each connected<br> <br />
thin strands of need or friendship<br> <br />
Span the gulfs between one soul and its fellows<br> <br />
<br />
As time passes old links may wither<br> <br />
or young strands may arise<br> <br />
weak strands come unglued<br> <br />
strong ones might survive<br> <br />
<br />
If one is uncautious<br> <br />
he may find himself in a tangle<br> <br />
cocooned, like a spider's treat<br> <br />
left paralyzed<br> <br />
<br />
If one is too cautious<br> <br />
she may find herself isolated<br> <br />
with too few conections to resist<br> <br />
the pull of a bottomless pit<br> <br />
<br />
If one finds the mean<br> <br />
there still is no garuntee<br> <br />
their life will be found pleasant<br> <br />
but at least, there is the chance.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Gamble'''<br><br />
<br />
Open<br> <br />
Close<br> <br />
<br />
A Mind<br> <br />
or a Door<br> <br />
<br />
decide<br> <br />
or leave for others to<br> <br />
<br />
It's all up to you<br> <br />
<br />
weather to play it safe <br><br />
or throw the dice<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Tempest of Fate'''<br> <br />
<br />
Day follows day<br> <br />
as hour by hour<br> <br />
you toil to remember<br> <br />
what you were after.<br> <br />
<br />
You win some<br> <br />
You Lose some<br> <br />
<br />
Between opulence and starvation<br> <br />
you bounce<br> <br />
Fates of the nations mean little to you<br> <br />
On opportunity you, like a cat, pounce<br> <br />
And so learn another feline was after it, too.<br> <br />
<br />
You toss and you turn about in your sleep<br> <br />
Much like you are tossed when awake<br> <br />
seeking any spar, or lover, to hold to<br> <br />
caught within the tempest of fate.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Perconceptions'''<br><br />
<br />
Am I deep as an ocean<br> <br />
or a shallow puddle?<br> <br />
is my light my own<br> <br />
or merely reflected?<br> <br />
<br />
What tides rule me?<br> <br />
Cause my inner sea to overflow with anger?<br> <br />
Twisting word and deed<br> <br />
into unrecogniseable confusion?<br> <br />
what can be my conclusion?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Realignment'''<br><br />
<br />
I try to remove this taint on my soul<br> <br />
or perhaps a hole<br> <br />
lingering conncetion to death<br> <br />
it wont go away<br> <br />
though my link be reduced<br> <br />
it is here to stay<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Helping Hands'''<br><br />
<br />
To aid my fellow mortals<br> <br />
how shall I proceed?<br> <br />
Do I sow disaster<br> <br />
with my well meaning deeds?<br> <br />
<br />
If I offer help to you<br> <br />
will you take offense?<br> <br />
or will you take advantage<br> <br />
to harm innocents?<br> <br />
<br />
Yet if I hold back my aid<br> <br />
from fear or prejudice<br> <br />
how can I call myself<br> <br />
anything save knave?<br> <br />
Or coward.<br> <br />
<br />
If I hide in my patch of light<br> <br />
afriad to enter even the slightest shadow<br> <br />
how can I hope to aid<br> <br />
those whose needs are not shallow?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Anticipation'''<br><br />
<br />
At last the day arrives<br> <br />
to the lake I journey<br> <br />
there to find<br> <br />
my beloved bride<br> <br />
<br />
As many folks as I have known<br> <br />
might be seen to gather<br> <br />
a keleidoscope of color, race, and dispositions<br> <br />
all have crossed the paths of two lives<br> <br />
<br />
Now the time appoaches<br> <br />
and we show the world<br> <br />
that these two hearts<br> <br />
have syncronised<br> <br />
that two lives have joined as one<br> <br />
for all our mortal days<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Disapointment'''<br><br />
<br />
Delays and diversions<br> <br />
seem to be our lot<br> <br />
no matter how we run<br> <br />
there is still more road to trot<br> <br />
<br />
frustration seeps in<br> <br />
accompanied by anger<br> <br />
ruled by fear<br> <br />
that our destination will never near.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Vanishment'''<br><br />
<br />
You've been gone<br> <br />
for forever and ten days<br> <br />
or so it seems to me<br> <br />
<br />
with your disapearance<br> <br />
lonliness creeps in<br> <br />
it becomes quite the clammor<br> <br />
strikes my heart like the cruelist hammer<br> <br />
<br />
the fear mounts<br> <br />
often making me pout<br> <br />
hiding my wonders<br> <br />
of where to hope for succor<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Run Around'''<br><br />
<br />
Your silence is deafening<br> <br />
enveloping<br> <br />
and terrifying<br> <br />
to me<br> <br />
<br />
without confirmation<br> <br />
my worst hallucenations<br> <br />
spring to mind<br> <br />
unbidden<br> <br />
and wont go away.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
'''For Love of a Sister'''<br> <br />
<br />
Sister,<br> <br />
cry your tears<br> <br />
but know not fear<br> <br />
of those who love you<br> <br />
<br />
cling to friendships<br> <br />
you hold them dear<br> <br />
and we would never flee your need<br> <br />
nor leave you in the dust strewn road<br> <br />
<br />
Sister,<br> <br />
you needn't seek your path alone<br> <br />
nor must you feel you need atone<br> <br />
our love will be yours always<br> <br />
<br />
the road you are to trod<br> <br />
has not yet been laid<br> <br />
donot be afraid<br> <br />
that its destination is already set<br> <br />
<br />
Sister,<br> <br />
donot force yourself to fit<br> <br />
into any ill-shaped hole<br> <br />
donot take a role<br> <br />
forced on you by others<br> <br />
<br />
Know that while we might not always agree<br> <br />
you still are family<br> <br />
I will always call you<br> <br />
SISTER<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Relief'''<br><br />
<br />
Teardrops fall<br> <br />
blood will boil<br> <br />
Pain and angst and sorrow froath<br> <br />
<br />
Love and Hatred intertwine<br> <br />
like errant strands of hemp and silk<br> <br />
twisting knotting convoluting<br> <br />
untill they become indistiguishable to my eye.<br> <br />
<br />
And then I blink <br><br />
heave and sob<br> <br />
And all is clear once more.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Hope and Fear'''<br><br />
<br />
Hope<br> <br />
all I can do<br> <br />
<br />
Hope<br> <br />
that she returns to me<br> <br />
that the vectors our lives have taken<br> <br />
continue thier intersecting courses<br> <br />
<br />
Hope<br> <br />
that what seemed so certain<br> <br />
has not been made impossible<br> <br />
that we will meet again<br> <br />
<br />
all I can do<br> <br />
Hope<br> <br />
<br />
<br />
Fear<br> <br />
what I feel most strongly<br> <br />
<br />
Fear<br> <br />
the senation that paralyses<br> <br />
leaves me numb after searing pain<br> <br />
<br />
Fear<br> <br />
my heart's breaking once again<br> <br />
shattered pieces impale me like shards of broken crystal<br> <br />
<br />
I strongly feel my<br> <br />
Fear<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Seeking'''<br><br />
<br />
Fled beloved<br> <br />
return to me<br> <br />
can I persist<br> <br />
absent your company?<br> <br />
<br />
Fled beloved<br> <br />
run no more<br> <br />
join me by the lake shore<br> <br />
in the City of Andrinor<br> <br />
<br />
Fled beloved<br> <br />
what would you do<br> <br />
were I to flee<br> <br />
after you?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Solitutde'''<br><br />
<br />
Alone?<br> <br />
solitude has its uses, I suppose<br> <br />
may you find<br> <br />
sweet repose<br> <br />
<br />
Rest<br> <br />
my love<br> <br />
I'll be here<br> <br />
when you awaken<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Daily Grind'''<br><br />
<br />
Good days<br> <br />
Bad days<br> <br />
blurring by me<br> <br />
can't tell the difference anymore<br> <br />
no longer keeping score<br> <br />
<br />
Bad days<br> <br />
Good days<br> <br />
niether matter overly much<br> <br />
they all bearly touch<br> <br />
the ultimate fate<br> <br />
<br />
No matter how many I heal<br> <br />
there still will be more<br> <br />
no matter how much I love<br> <br />
I'll still be tainted by hate<br> <br />
my challenge is great.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Idyle Hands'''<br><br />
<br />
Why do I bother<br> <br />
to write any words?<br> <br />
why do I bother<br> <br />
to write poetry?<br> <br />
<br />
I am no bard<br> <br />
they give me no sustenace<br> <br />
and often times<br> <br />
grant no relief<br> <br />
<br />
Why do I use<br> <br />
this pen and this ink<br> <br />
why do I comsume<br> <br />
all this blank paper?<br> <br />
<br />
do I really<br> <br />
want to know<br> <br />
why?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Needy'''<br><br />
<br />
I need a voice<br> <br />
to tell me I'll be okay<br> <br />
that I will get through this<br> <br />
that what awaits me is worth it<br> <br />
<br />
I need a touch<br> <br />
to calm or embrace me<br> <br />
a friend I can reach out to and feel<br> <br />
so I know that friend to be real<br> <br />
<br />
I need a hand<br> <br />
with the burdens I carry<br> <br />
or rather an eye<br> <br />
to identify them<br> <br />
<br />
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'''Change''' <br />
<br />
In each heart<br> <br />
lies life and death<br> <br />
joy, pain, and sorrow<br> <br />
and everything else<br> <br />
<br />
What we show, what we feel<br> <br />
determines who we are<br> <br />
yet change can come asudden<br> <br />
an unforseen forking of life's path<br> <br />
<br />
Never think you're set in stone<br> <br />
(save if you've been petrefied)<br> <br />
any choice can be counterbalanced<br> <br />
if you need to be rectified<br> <br />
<br />
Darkness can be lightened<br> <br />
as light cloaked in shadow<br> <br />
a lover's kiss can turn to poison<br> <br />
or a foe's hate turn to love<br> <br />
nothing is beyond change.<br> <br />
<br />
<br />
'''Today'''<br> <br />
<br />
To have this moment last a lifetime<br> <br />
if it must not last forever<br> <br />
To remain within today<br> <br />
and throw away tomorrow<br> <br />
<br />
If we could live as mayflies<br> <br />
whose whole life spans a day<br> <br />
Hold close, each to the other<br> <br />
for what would seem forever<br> <br />
living only for today<br> <br />
<br />
To keep our skins in contact<br> <br />
and each to feel the other heart's vital beating<br> <br />
would we be wise to live<br> <br />
for today alone?<br> <br />
and worry not for tomorrow?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
----<br />
'''Untitled I'''<br><br />
<br />
Vast gulfs of air lay between us<br> <br />
the wind moans your name<br> <br />
like a man's dying breath<br> <br />
a sound that mocks me<br> <br />
and hightens my lonliness<br> <br />
<br />
Time's vast expanse stands<br> <br />
on opposite ends we find ourselves<br> <br />
allowed niether to begin our time together<br> <br />
nor to end our lonliness<br> <br />
<br />
You and I from different worlds<br> <br />
spread apart yet drawn together<br> <br />
let the Planes of the Wheel<br> <br />
rage with unbridled zeal<br> <br />
still will we return<br> <br />
and end this lonliness.<br> <br />
<br />
<br />
'''Writing'''<br> <br />
<br />
I dip my quill in ink<br> <br />
yet know not what to think<br> <br />
as I stare at my page<br> <br />
<br />
I sit with my untensils<br> <br />
impotent before me<br> <br />
no inspiration is forthcoming<br> <br />
though threw me flow sorrow, joy, and rage<br> <br />
<br />
I play a moment with that last<br> <br />
or does it play with me?<br> <br />
toy with thoughts of angry jealousy<br> <br />
take a sigh<br> <br />
and let them pass<br> <br />
<br />
my hand carries quill with its attendant ink<br> <br />
flowing across the paper leaf<br> <br />
and then I realise what I've done<br> <br />
the page is now so much fuller<br> <br />
than when I had begun.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Untitled II'''<br><br />
<br />
I am not saintly<br> <br />
nor am I vile<br> <br />
I am merely a person<br> <br />
whose soul is on trial<br> <br />
<br />
I question myself<br> <br />
and seek always improvement<br> <br />
yet constantly facing<br> <br />
my own hypocricy<br> <br />
<br />
I am presented to all<br> <br />
in all my complexity<br> <br />
to any who wish<br> <br />
to accept or reject me<br> <br />
I leave the choice<br> <br />
holy to you.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Perceptions'''<br><br />
<br />
I walk from each moment to the next<br> <br />
often incoherant<br> <br />
and more often depressed<br> <br />
<br />
As I take my paces<br> <br />
I struggle to be<br> <br />
unsure of my true identity<br> <br />
<br />
sometimes I wonder at the words which I speak<br> <br />
sure, they are pleasing to the ear<br> <br />
but might they be just lies?<br> <br />
What can you percieve<br> <br />
with your prying eyes?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''The Revisionist'''<br> <br />
<br />
Through years as through days<br> <br />
even hours, minutes, moments<br> <br />
events conspire to develop<br> <br />
in ways which do not please us<br> <br />
<br />
Yet what has past is past<br> <br />
there is no known way to change it<br> <br />
Gnashing teeth and wringing hands only brings more pain<br> <br />
So, why woudn't one refrain?<br> <br />
<br />
Each broken bond brings freedom<br> <br />
along with loss' pain<br> <br />
half-blind eyes are those that on the latter train.<br> <br />
<br />
That which fails to slay<br> <br />
only serves to strengthen<br> <br />
And just as every year needs some rain<br> <br />
so every life requires pain.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Untitled IV'''<br><br />
<br />
Lives were lived<br> <br />
that are now over<br> <br />
weather ended by hand of time, god, or mortal<br> <br />
matters little<br> <br />
The sun has set on those days past<br> <br />
and stars have lost all noting of them.<br> <br />
<br />
But they are not gone (faded to nothing)<br> <br />
not at all like whisps of vapor<br> <br />
<br />
For in all things, new from old is forged<br> <br />
and those who've past come forth again<br> <br />
Ready once more to be etched<br> <br />
by twin dies of joy and sorrow<br> <br />
Ready to be painted<br> <br />
in colors of sin and innocence.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Darkfire'''<br><br />
<br />
Darkness seems inescapable<br> <br />
when light is unseen<br> <br />
so dispair is engulfing<br> <br />
when you have left me<br> <br />
<br />
When you are gone<br> <br />
there is but a hole<br> <br />
come, my dearest<br> <br />
be the light<br> <br />
to ignite my soul<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Connections'''<br> <br />
<br />
From each to each connected<br> <br />
thin strands of need or friendship<br> <br />
Span the gulfs between one soul and its fellows<br> <br />
<br />
As time passes old links may wither<br> <br />
or young strands may arise<br> <br />
weak strands come unglued<br> <br />
strong ones might survive<br> <br />
<br />
If one is uncautious<br> <br />
he may find himself in a tangle<br> <br />
cocooned, like a spider's treat<br> <br />
left paralyzed<br> <br />
<br />
If one is too cautious<br> <br />
she may find herself isolated<br> <br />
with too few conections to resist<br> <br />
the pull of a bottomless pit<br> <br />
<br />
If one finds the mean<br> <br />
there still is no garuntee<br> <br />
their life will be found pleasant<br> <br />
but at least, there is the chance.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Gamble'''<br><br />
<br />
Open<br> <br />
Close<br> <br />
<br />
A Mind<br> <br />
or a Door<br> <br />
<br />
decide<br> <br />
or leave for others to<br> <br />
<br />
It's all up to you<br> <br />
<br />
weather to play it safe <br><br />
or throw the dice<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Tempest of Fate'''<br> <br />
<br />
Day follows day<br> <br />
as hour by hour<br> <br />
you toil to remember<br> <br />
what you were after.<br> <br />
<br />
You win some<br> <br />
You Lose some<br> <br />
<br />
Between opulence and starvation<br> <br />
you bounce<br> <br />
Fates of the nations mean little to you<br> <br />
On opportunity you, like a cat, pounce<br> <br />
And so learn another feline was after it, too.<br> <br />
<br />
You toss and you turn about in your sleep<br> <br />
Much like you are tossed when awake<br> <br />
seeking any spar, or lover, to hold to<br> <br />
caught within the tempest of fate.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Perconceptions'''<br><br />
<br />
Am I deep as an ocean<br> <br />
or a shallow puddle?<br> <br />
is my light my own<br> <br />
or merely reflected?<br> <br />
<br />
What tides rule me?<br> <br />
Cause my inner sea to overflow with anger?<br> <br />
Twisting word and deed<br> <br />
into unrecogniseable confusion?<br> <br />
what can be my conclusion?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Realignment'''<br><br />
<br />
I try to remove this taint on my soul<br> <br />
or perhaps a hole<br> <br />
lingering conncetion to death<br> <br />
it wont go away<br> <br />
though my link be reduced<br> <br />
it is here to stay<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Helping Hands'''<br><br />
<br />
To aid my fellow mortals<br> <br />
how shall I proceed?<br> <br />
Do I sow disaster<br> <br />
with my well meaning deeds?<br> <br />
<br />
If I offer help to you<br> <br />
will you take offense?<br> <br />
or will you take advantage<br> <br />
to harm innocents?<br> <br />
<br />
Yet if I hold back my aid<br> <br />
from fear or prejudice<br> <br />
how can I call myself<br> <br />
anything save knave?<br> <br />
Or coward.<br> <br />
<br />
If I hide in my patch of light<br> <br />
afriad to enter even the slightest shadow<br> <br />
how can I hope to aid<br> <br />
those whose needs are not shallow?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Anticipation'''<br><br />
<br />
At last the day arrives<br> <br />
to the lake I journey<br> <br />
there to find<br> <br />
my beloved bride<br> <br />
<br />
As many folks as I have known<br> <br />
might be seen to gather<br> <br />
a keleidoscope of color, race, and dispositions<br> <br />
all have crossed the paths of two lives<br> <br />
<br />
Now the time appoaches<br> <br />
and we show the world<br> <br />
that these two hearts<br> <br />
have syncronised<br> <br />
that two lives have joined as one<br> <br />
for all our mortal days<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Disapointment'''<br><br />
<br />
Delays and diversions<br> <br />
seem to be our lot<br> <br />
no matter how we run<br> <br />
there is still more road to trot<br> <br />
<br />
frustration seeps in<br> <br />
accompanied by anger<br> <br />
ruled by fear<br> <br />
that our destination will never near.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Vanishment'''<br><br />
<br />
You've been gone<br> <br />
for forever and ten days<br> <br />
or so it seems to me<br> <br />
<br />
with your disapearance<br> <br />
lonliness creeps in<br> <br />
it becomes quite the clammor<br> <br />
strikes my heart like the cruelist hammer<br> <br />
<br />
the fear mounts<br> <br />
often making me pout<br> <br />
hiding my wonders<br> <br />
of where to hope for succor<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Run Around'''<br><br />
<br />
Your silence is deafening<br> <br />
enveloping<br> <br />
and terrifying<br> <br />
to me<br> <br />
<br />
without confirmation<br> <br />
my worst hallucenations<br> <br />
spring to mind<br> <br />
unbidden<br> <br />
and wont go away.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
'''For Love of a Sister'''<br> <br />
<br />
Sister,<br> <br />
cry your tears<br> <br />
but know not fear<br> <br />
of those who love you<br> <br />
<br />
cling to friendships<br> <br />
you hold them dear<br> <br />
and we would never flee your need<br> <br />
nor leave you in the dust strewn road<br> <br />
<br />
Sister,<br> <br />
you needn't seek your path alone<br> <br />
nor must you feel you need atone<br> <br />
our love will be yours always<br> <br />
<br />
the road you are to trod<br> <br />
has not yet been laid<br> <br />
donot be afraid<br> <br />
that its destination is already set<br> <br />
<br />
Sister,<br> <br />
donot force yourself to fit<br> <br />
into any ill-shaped hole<br> <br />
donot take a role<br> <br />
forced on you by others<br> <br />
<br />
Know that while we might not always agree<br> <br />
you still are family<br> <br />
I will always call you<br> <br />
SISTER<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Relief'''<br><br />
<br />
Teardrops fall<br> <br />
blood will boil<br> <br />
Pain and angst and sorrow froath<br> <br />
<br />
Love and Hatred intertwine<br> <br />
like errant strands of hemp and silk<br> <br />
twisting knotting convoluting<br> <br />
untill they become indistiguishable to my eye.<br> <br />
<br />
And then I blink <br><br />
heave and sob<br> <br />
And all is clear once more.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Hope and Fear'''<br><br />
<br />
Hope<br> <br />
all I can do<br> <br />
<br />
Hope<br> <br />
that she returns to me<br> <br />
that the vectors our lives have taken<br> <br />
continue thier intersecting courses<br> <br />
<br />
Hope<br> <br />
that what seemed so certain<br> <br />
has not been made impossible<br> <br />
that we will meet again<br> <br />
<br />
all I can do<br> <br />
Hope<br> <br />
<br />
<br />
Fear<br> <br />
what I feel most strongly<br> <br />
<br />
Fear<br> <br />
the senation that paralyses<br> <br />
leaves me numb after searing pain<br> <br />
<br />
Fear<br> <br />
my heart's breaking once again<br> <br />
shattered pieces impale me like shards of broken crystal<br> <br />
<br />
I strongly feel my<br> <br />
Fear<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Seeking'''<br><br />
<br />
Fled beloved<br> <br />
return to me<br> <br />
can I persist<br> <br />
absent your company?<br> <br />
<br />
Fled beloved<br> <br />
run no more<br> <br />
join me by the lake shore<br> <br />
in the City of Andrinor<br> <br />
<br />
Fled beloved<br> <br />
what would you do<br> <br />
were I to flee<br> <br />
after you?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Solitutde'''<br><br />
<br />
Alone?<br> <br />
solitude has its uses, I suppose<br> <br />
may you find<br> <br />
sweet repose<br> <br />
<br />
Rest<br> <br />
my love<br> <br />
I'll be here<br> <br />
when you awaken<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Daily Grind'''<br><br />
<br />
Good days<br> <br />
Bad days<br> <br />
blurring by me<br> <br />
can't tell the difference anymore<br> <br />
no longer keeping score<br> <br />
<br />
Bad days<br> <br />
Good days<br> <br />
niether matter overly much<br> <br />
they all bearly touch<br> <br />
the ultimate fate<br> <br />
<br />
No matter how many I heal<br> <br />
there still will be more<br> <br />
no matter how much I love<br> <br />
I'll still be tainted by hate<br> <br />
my challenge is great.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Idyle Hands'''<br><br />
<br />
Why do I bother<br> <br />
to write any words?<br> <br />
why do I bother<br> <br />
to write poetry?<br> <br />
<br />
I am no bard<br> <br />
they give me no sustenace<br> <br />
and often times<br> <br />
grant no relief<br> <br />
<br />
Why do I use<br> <br />
this pen and this ink<br> <br />
why do I comsume<br> <br />
all this blank paper?<br> <br />
<br />
do I really<br> <br />
want to know<br> <br />
why?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Needy'''<br><br />
<br />
I need a voice<br> <br />
to tell me I'll be okay<br> <br />
that I will get through this<br> <br />
that what awaits me is worth it<br> <br />
<br />
I need a touch<br> <br />
to calm or embrace me<br> <br />
a friend I can reach out to and feel<br> <br />
so I know that friend to be real<br> <br />
<br />
I need a hand<br> <br />
with the burdens I carry<br> <br />
or rather an eye<br> <br />
to identify them<br> <br />
<br />
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'''Change''' <br />
<br />
In each heart<br> <br />
lies life and death<br> <br />
joy, pain, and sorrow<br> <br />
and everything else<br> <br />
<br />
What we show, what we feel<br> <br />
determines who we are<br> <br />
yet change can come asudden<br> <br />
an unforseen forking of life's path<br> <br />
<br />
Never think you're set in stone<br> <br />
(save if you've been petrefied)<br> <br />
any choice can be counterbalanced<br> <br />
if you need to be rectified<br> <br />
<br />
Darkness can be lightened<br> <br />
as light cloaked in shadow<br> <br />
a lover's kiss can turn to poison<br> <br />
or a foe's hate turn to love<br> <br />
nothing is beyond change.<br> <br />
<br />
<br />
'''Today'''<br> <br />
<br />
To have this moment last a lifetime<br> <br />
if it must not last forever<br> <br />
To remain within today<br> <br />
and throw away tomorrow<br> <br />
<br />
If we could live as mayflies<br> <br />
whose whole life spans a day<br> <br />
Hold close, each to the other<br> <br />
for what would seem forever<br> <br />
living only for today<br> <br />
<br />
To keep our skins in contact<br> <br />
and each to feel the other heart's vital beating<br> <br />
would we be wise to live<br> <br />
for today alone?<br> <br />
and worry not for tomorrow?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
----<br />
'''Untitled I'''<br><br />
<br />
Vast gulfs of air lay between us<br> <br />
the wind moans your name<br> <br />
like a man's dying breath<br> <br />
a sound that mocks me<br> <br />
and hightens my lonliness<br> <br />
<br />
Time's vast expanse stands<br> <br />
on opposite ends we find ourselves<br> <br />
allowed niether to begin our time together<br> <br />
nor to end our lonliness<br> <br />
<br />
You and I from different worlds<br> <br />
spread apart yet drawn together<br> <br />
let the Planes of the Wheel<br> <br />
rage with unbridled zeal<br> <br />
still will we return<br> <br />
and end this lonliness.<br> <br />
<br />
<br />
'''Writing'''<br> <br />
<br />
I dip my quill in ink<br> <br />
yet know not what to think<br> <br />
as I stare at my page<br> <br />
<br />
I sit with my untensils<br> <br />
impotent before me<br> <br />
no inspiration is forthcoming<br> <br />
though threw me flow sorrow, joy, and rage<br> <br />
<br />
I play a moment with that last<br> <br />
or does it play with me?<br> <br />
toy with thoughts of angry jealousy<br> <br />
take a sigh<br> <br />
and let them pass<br> <br />
<br />
my hand carries quill with its attendant ink<br> <br />
flowing across the paper leaf<br> <br />
and then I realise what I've done<br> <br />
the page is now so much fuller<br> <br />
than when I had begun.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Untitled II'''<br><br />
<br />
I am not saintly<br> <br />
nor am I vile<br> <br />
I am merely a person<br> <br />
whose soul is on trial<br> <br />
<br />
I question myself<br> <br />
and seek always improvement<br> <br />
yet constantly facing<br> <br />
my own hypocricy<br> <br />
<br />
I am presented to all<br> <br />
in all my complexity<br> <br />
to any who wish<br> <br />
to accept or reject me<br> <br />
I leave the choice<br> <br />
holy to you.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Perceptions'''<br><br />
<br />
I walk from each moment to the next<br> <br />
often incoherant<br> <br />
and more often depressed<br> <br />
<br />
As I take my paces<br> <br />
I struggle to be<br> <br />
unsure of my true identity<br> <br />
<br />
sometimes I wonder at the words which I speak<br> <br />
sure, they are pleasing to the ear<br> <br />
but might they be just lies?<br> <br />
What can you percieve<br> <br />
with your prying eyes?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''The Revisionist'''<br> <br />
<br />
Through years as through days<br> <br />
even hours, minutes, moments<br> <br />
events conspire to develop<br> <br />
in ways which do not please us<br> <br />
<br />
Yet what has past is past<br> <br />
there is no known way to change it<br> <br />
Gnashing teeth and wringing hands only brings more pain<br> <br />
So, why woudn't one refrain?<br> <br />
<br />
Each broken bond brings freedom<br> <br />
along with loss' pain<br> <br />
half-blind eyes are those that on the latter train.<br> <br />
<br />
That which fails to slay<br> <br />
only serves to strengthen<br> <br />
And just as every year needs some rain<br> <br />
so every life requires pain.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Untitled IV'''<br><br />
<br />
Lives were lived<br> <br />
that are now over<br> <br />
weather ended by hand of time, god, or mortal<br> <br />
matters little<br> <br />
The sun has set on those days past<br> <br />
and stars have lost all noting of them.<br> <br />
<br />
But they are not gone (faded to nothing)<br> <br />
not at all like whisps of vapor<br> <br />
<br />
For in all things, new from old is forged<br> <br />
and those who've past come forth again<br> <br />
Ready once more to be etched<br> <br />
by twin dies of joy and sorrow<br> <br />
Ready to be painted<br> <br />
in colors of sin and innocence.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Darkfire'''<br><br />
<br />
Darkness seems inescapable<br> <br />
when light is unseen<br> <br />
so dispair is engulfing<br> <br />
when you have left me<br> <br />
<br />
When you are gone<br> <br />
there is but a hole<br> <br />
come, my dearest<br> <br />
be the light<br> <br />
to ignite my soul<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Connections'''<br> <br />
<br />
From each to each connected<br> <br />
thin strands of need or friendship<br> <br />
Span the gulfs between one soul and its fellows<br> <br />
<br />
As time passes old links may wither<br> <br />
or young strands may arise<br> <br />
weak strands come unglued<br> <br />
strong ones might survive<br> <br />
<br />
If one is uncautious<br> <br />
he may find himself in a tangle<br> <br />
cocooned, like a spider's treat<br> <br />
left paralyzed<br> <br />
<br />
If one is too cautious<br> <br />
she may find herself isolated<br> <br />
with too few conections to resist<br> <br />
the pull of a bottomless pit<br> <br />
<br />
If one finds the mean<br> <br />
there still is no garuntee<br> <br />
their life will be found pleasant<br> <br />
but at least, there is the chance.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Gamble'''<br><br />
<br />
Open<br> <br />
Close<br> <br />
<br />
A Mind<br> <br />
or a Door<br> <br />
<br />
decide<br> <br />
or leave for others to<br> <br />
<br />
It's all up to you<br> <br />
<br />
weather to play it safe <br><br />
or throw the dice<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Tempest of Fate'''<br> <br />
<br />
Day follows day<br> <br />
as hour by hour<br> <br />
you toil to remember<br> <br />
what you were after.<br> <br />
<br />
You win some<br> <br />
You Lose some<br> <br />
<br />
Between opulence and starvation<br> <br />
you bounce<br> <br />
Fates of the nations mean little to you<br> <br />
On opportunity you, like a cat, pounce<br> <br />
And so learn another feline was after it, too.<br> <br />
<br />
You toss and you turn about in your sleep<br> <br />
Much like you are tossed when awake<br> <br />
seeking any spar, or lover, to hold to<br> <br />
caught within the tempest of fate.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Perconceptions'''<br><br />
<br />
Am I deep as an ocean<br> <br />
or a shallow puddle?<br> <br />
is my light my own<br> <br />
or merely reflected?<br> <br />
<br />
What tides rule me?<br> <br />
Cause my inner sea to overflow with anger?<br> <br />
Twisting word and deed<br> <br />
into unrecogniseable confusion?<br> <br />
what can be my conclusion?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Realignment'''<br><br />
<br />
I try to remove this taint on my soul<br> <br />
or perhaps a hole<br> <br />
lingering conncetion to death<br> <br />
it wont go away<br> <br />
though my link be reduced<br> <br />
it is here to stay<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Helping Hands'''<br><br />
<br />
To aid my fellow mortals<br> <br />
how shall I proceed?<br> <br />
Do I sow disaster<br> <br />
with my well meaning deeds?<br> <br />
<br />
If I offer help to you<br> <br />
will you take offense?<br> <br />
or will you take advantage<br> <br />
to harm innocents?<br> <br />
<br />
Yet if I hold back my aid<br> <br />
from fear or prejudice<br> <br />
how can I call myself<br> <br />
anything save knave?<br> <br />
Or coward.<br> <br />
<br />
If I hide in my patch of light<br> <br />
afriad to enter even the slightest shadow<br> <br />
how can I hope to aid<br> <br />
those whose needs are not shallow?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Anticipation'''<br><br />
<br />
At last the day arrives<br> <br />
to the lake I journey<br> <br />
there to find<br> <br />
my beloved bride<br> <br />
<br />
As many folks as I have known<br> <br />
might be seen to gather<br> <br />
a keleidoscope of color, race, and dispositions<br> <br />
all have crossed the paths of two lives<br> <br />
<br />
Now the time appoaches<br> <br />
and we show the world<br> <br />
that these two hearts<br> <br />
have syncronised<br> <br />
that two lives have joined as one<br> <br />
for all our mortal days<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Disapointment'''<br><br />
<br />
Delays and diversions<br> <br />
seem to be our lot<br> <br />
no matter how we run<br> <br />
there is still more road to trot<br> <br />
<br />
frustration seeps in<br> <br />
accompanied by anger<br> <br />
ruled by fear<br> <br />
that our destination will never near.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Vanishment'''<br><br />
<br />
You've been gone<br> <br />
for forever and ten days<br> <br />
or so it seems to me<br> <br />
<br />
with your disapearance<br> <br />
lonliness creeps in<br> <br />
it becomes quite the clammor<br> <br />
strikes my heart like the cruelist hammer<br> <br />
<br />
the fear mounts<br> <br />
often making me pout<br> <br />
hiding my wonders<br> <br />
of where to hope for succor<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Run Around'''<br><br />
<br />
Your silence is deafening<br> <br />
enveloping<br> <br />
and terrifying<br> <br />
to me<br> <br />
<br />
without confirmation<br> <br />
my worst hallucenations<br> <br />
spring to mind<br> <br />
unbidden<br> <br />
and wont go away.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
'''For Love of a Sister'''<br> <br />
<br />
Sister,<br> <br />
cry your tears<br> <br />
but know not fear<br> <br />
of those who love you<br> <br />
<br />
cling to friendships<br> <br />
you hold them dear<br> <br />
and we would never flee your need<br> <br />
nor leave you in the dust strewn road<br> <br />
<br />
Sister,<br> <br />
you needn't seek your path alone<br> <br />
nor must you feel you need atone<br> <br />
our love will be yours always<br> <br />
<br />
the road you are to trod<br> <br />
has not yet been laid<br> <br />
donot be afraid<br> <br />
that its destination is already set<br> <br />
<br />
Sister,<br> <br />
donot force yourself to fit<br> <br />
into any ill-shaped hole<br> <br />
donot take a role<br> <br />
forced on you by others<br> <br />
<br />
Know that while we might not always agree<br> <br />
you still are family<br> <br />
I will always call you<br> <br />
SISTER<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Relief'''<br><br />
<br />
Teardrops fall<br> <br />
blood will boil<br> <br />
Pain and angst and sorrow froath<br> <br />
<br />
Love and Hatred intertwine<br> <br />
like errant strands of hemp and silk<br> <br />
twisting knotting convoluting<br> <br />
untill they become indistiguishable to my eye.<br> <br />
<br />
And then I blink <br><br />
heave and sob<br> <br />
And all is clear once more.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Hope and Fear'''<br><br />
<br />
Hope<br> <br />
all I can do<br> <br />
<br />
Hope<br> <br />
that she returns to me<br> <br />
that the vectors our lives have taken<br> <br />
continue thier intersecting courses<br> <br />
<br />
Hope<br> <br />
that what seemed so certain<br> <br />
has not been made impossible<br> <br />
that we will meet again<br> <br />
<br />
all I can do<br> <br />
Hope<br> <br />
<br />
<br />
Fear<br> <br />
what I feel most strongly<br> <br />
<br />
Fear<br> <br />
the senation that paralyses<br> <br />
leaves me numb after searing pain<br> <br />
<br />
Fear<br> <br />
my heart's breaking once again<br> <br />
shattered pieces impale me like shards of broken crystal<br> <br />
<br />
I strongly feel my<br> <br />
Fear<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Seeking'''<br><br />
<br />
Fled beloved<br> <br />
return to me<br> <br />
can I persist<br> <br />
absent your company?<br> <br />
<br />
Fled beloved<br> <br />
run no more<br> <br />
join me by the lake shore<br> <br />
in the City of Andrinor<br> <br />
<br />
Fled beloved<br> <br />
what would you do<br> <br />
were I to flee<br> <br />
after you?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Solitutde'''<br><br />
<br />
Alone?<br> <br />
solitude has its uses, I suppose<br> <br />
may you find<br> <br />
sweet repose<br> <br />
<br />
Rest<br> <br />
my love<br> <br />
I'll be here<br> <br />
when you awaken<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Daily Grind'''<br><br />
<br />
Good days<br> <br />
Bad days<br> <br />
blurring by me<br> <br />
can't tell the difference anymore<br> <br />
no longer keeping score<br> <br />
<br />
Bad days<br> <br />
Good days<br> <br />
niether matter overly much<br> <br />
they all bearly touch<br> <br />
the ultimate fate<br> <br />
<br />
No matter how many I heal<br> <br />
there still will be more<br> <br />
no matter how much I love<br> <br />
I'll still be tainted by hate<br> <br />
my challenge is great.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Idyle Hands'''<br><br />
<br />
Why do I bother<br> <br />
to write any words?<br> <br />
why do I bother<br> <br />
to write poetry?<br> <br />
<br />
I am no bard<br> <br />
they give me no sustenace<br> <br />
and often times<br> <br />
grant no relief<br> <br />
<br />
Why do I use<br> <br />
this pen and this ink<br> <br />
why do I comsume<br> <br />
all this blank paper?<br> <br />
<br />
do I really<br> <br />
want to know<br> <br />
why?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Needy'''<br><br />
<br />
I need a voice<br> <br />
to tell me I'll be okay<br> <br />
that I will get through this<br> <br />
that what awaits me is worth it<br> <br />
<br />
I need a touch<br> <br />
to calm or embrace me<br> <br />
a friend I can reach out to and feel<br> <br />
so I know that friend to be real<br> <br />
<br />
I need a hand<br> <br />
with the burdens I carry<br> <br />
or rather an eye<br> <br />
to identify them<br> <br />
<br />
I need<br></div>Chilingsworthhttps://wiki.avlis.org/w/index.php?title=Grag%27s_Collected_Poems&diff=14219Grag's Collected Poems2006-07-03T20:54:08Z<p>Chilingsworth: </p>
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'''Change''' <br />
<br />
In each heart<br> <br />
lies life and death<br> <br />
joy, pain, and sorrow<br> <br />
and everything else<br> <br />
<br />
What we show, what we feel<br> <br />
determines who we are<br> <br />
yet change can come asudden<br> <br />
an unforseen forking of life's path<br> <br />
<br />
Never think you're set in stone<br> <br />
(save if you've been petrefied)<br> <br />
any choice can be counterbalanced<br> <br />
if you need to be rectified<br> <br />
<br />
Darkness can be lightened<br> <br />
as light cloaked in shadow<br> <br />
a lover's kiss can turn to poison<br> <br />
or a foe's hate turn to love<br> <br />
nothing is beyond change.<br> <br />
<br />
<br />
'''Today'''<br> <br />
<br />
To have this moment last a lifetime<br> <br />
if it must not last forever<br> <br />
To remain within today<br> <br />
and throw away tomorrow<br> <br />
<br />
If we could live as mayflies<br> <br />
whose whole life spans a day<br> <br />
Hold close, each to the other<br> <br />
for what would seem forever<br> <br />
living only for today<br> <br />
<br />
To keep our skins in contact<br> <br />
and each to feel the other heart's vital beating<br> <br />
would we be wise to live<br> <br />
for today alone?<br> <br />
and worry not for tomorrow?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
----<br />
'''Untitled I'''<br><br />
<br />
Vast gulfs of air lay between us<br> <br />
the wind moans your name<br> <br />
like a man's dying breath<br> <br />
a sound that mocks me<br> <br />
and hightens my lonliness<br> <br />
<br />
Time's vast expanse stands<br> <br />
on opposite ends we find ourselves<br> <br />
allowed niether to begin our time together<br> <br />
nor to end our lonliness<br> <br />
<br />
You and I from different worlds<br> <br />
spread apart yet drawn together<br> <br />
let the Planes of the Wheel<br> <br />
rage with unbridled zeal<br> <br />
still will we return<br> <br />
and end this lonliness.<br> <br />
<br />
<br />
'''Writing'''<br> <br />
<br />
I dip my quill in ink<br> <br />
yet know not what to think<br> <br />
as I stare at my page<br> <br />
<br />
I sit with my untensils<br> <br />
impotent before me<br> <br />
no inspiration is forthcoming<br> <br />
though threw me flow sorrow, joy, and rage<br> <br />
<br />
I play a moment with that last<br> <br />
or does it play with me?<br> <br />
toy with thoughts of angry jealousy<br> <br />
take a sigh<br> <br />
and let them pass<br> <br />
<br />
my hand carries quill with its attendant ink<br> <br />
flowing across the paper leaf<br> <br />
and then I realise what I've done<br> <br />
the page is now so much fuller<br> <br />
than when I had begun.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Untitled II'''<br><br />
<br />
I am not saintly<br> <br />
nor am I vile<br> <br />
I am merely a person<br> <br />
whose soul is on trial<br> <br />
<br />
I question myself<br> <br />
and seek always improvement<br> <br />
yet constantly facing<br> <br />
my own hypocricy<br> <br />
<br />
I am presented to all<br> <br />
in all my complexity<br> <br />
to any who wish<br> <br />
to accept or reject me<br> <br />
I leave the choice<br> <br />
holy to you.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Perceptions'''<br><br />
<br />
I walk from each moment to the next<br> <br />
often incoherant<br> <br />
and more often depressed<br> <br />
<br />
As I take my paces<br> <br />
I struggle to be<br> <br />
unsure of my true identity<br> <br />
<br />
sometimes I wonder at the words which I speak<br> <br />
sure, they are pleasing to the ear<br> <br />
but might they be just lies?<br> <br />
What can you percieve<br> <br />
with your prying eyes?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''The Revisionist'''<br> <br />
<br />
Through years as through days<br> <br />
even hours, minutes, moments<br> <br />
events conspire to develop<br> <br />
in ways which do not please us<br> <br />
<br />
Yet what has past is past<br> <br />
there is no known way to change it<br> <br />
Gnashing teeth and wringing hands only brings more pain<br> <br />
So, why woudn't one refrain?<br> <br />
<br />
Each broken bond brings freedom<br> <br />
along with loss' pain<br> <br />
half-blind eyes are those that on the latter train.<br> <br />
<br />
That which fails to slay<br> <br />
only serves to strengthen<br> <br />
And just as every year needs some rain<br> <br />
so every life requires pain.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Untitled IV'''<br><br />
<br />
Lives were lived<br> <br />
that are now over<br> <br />
weather ended by hand of time, god, or mortal<br> <br />
matters little<br> <br />
The sun has set on those days past<br> <br />
and stars have lost all noting of them.<br> <br />
<br />
But they are not gone (faded to nothing)<br> <br />
not at all like whisps of vapor<br> <br />
<br />
For in all things, new from old is forged<br> <br />
and those who've past come forth again<br> <br />
Ready once more to be etched<br> <br />
by twin dies of joy and sorrow<br> <br />
Ready to be painted<br> <br />
in colors of sin and innocence.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Darkfire'''<br><br />
<br />
Darkness seems inescapable<br> <br />
when light is unseen<br> <br />
so dispair is engulfing<br> <br />
when you have left me<br> <br />
<br />
When you are gone<br> <br />
there is but a hole<br> <br />
come, my dearest<br> <br />
be the light<br> <br />
to ignite my soul<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Connections'''<br> <br />
<br />
From each to each connected<br> <br />
thin strands of need or friendship<br> <br />
Span the gulfs between one soul and its fellows<br> <br />
<br />
As time passes old links may wither<br> <br />
or young strands may arise<br> <br />
weak strands come unglued<br> <br />
strong ones might survive<br> <br />
<br />
If one is uncautious<br> <br />
he may find himself in a tangle<br> <br />
cocooned, like a spider's treat<br> <br />
left paralyzed<br> <br />
<br />
If one is too cautious<br> <br />
she may find herself isolated<br> <br />
with too few conections to resist<br> <br />
the pull of a bottomless pit<br> <br />
<br />
If one finds the mean<br> <br />
there still is no garuntee<br> <br />
their life will be found pleasant<br> <br />
but at least, there is the chance.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Gamble'''<br><br />
<br />
Open<br> <br />
Close<br> <br />
<br />
A Mind<br> <br />
or a Door<br> <br />
<br />
decide<br> <br />
or leave for others to<br> <br />
<br />
It's all up to you<br> <br />
<br />
weather to play it safe <br><br />
or throw the dice<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Tempest of Fate'''<br> <br />
<br />
Day follows day<br> <br />
as hour by hour<br> <br />
you toil to remember<br> <br />
what you were after.<br> <br />
<br />
You win some<br> <br />
You Lose some<br> <br />
<br />
Between opulence and starvation<br> <br />
you bounce<br> <br />
Fates of the nations mean little to you<br> <br />
On opportunity you, like a cat, pounce<br> <br />
And so learn another feline was after it, too.<br> <br />
<br />
You toss and you turn about in your sleep<br> <br />
Much like you are tossed when awake<br> <br />
seeking any spar, or lover, to hold to<br> <br />
caught within the tempest of fate.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Perconceptions'''<br><br />
<br />
Am I deep as an ocean<br> <br />
or a shallow puddle?<br> <br />
is my light my own<br> <br />
or merely reflected?<br> <br />
<br />
What tides rule me?<br> <br />
Cause my inner sea to overflow with anger?<br> <br />
Twisting word and deed<br> <br />
into unrecogniseable confusion?<br> <br />
what can be my conclusion?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Realignment'''<br><br />
<br />
I try to remove this taint on my soul<br> <br />
or perhaps a hole<br> <br />
lingering conncetion to death<br> <br />
it wont go away<br> <br />
though my link be reduced<br> <br />
it is here to stay<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Helping Hands'''<br><br />
<br />
To aid my fellow mortals<br> <br />
how shall I proceed?<br> <br />
Do I sow disaster<br> <br />
with my well meaning deeds?<br> <br />
<br />
If I offer help to you<br> <br />
will you take offense?<br> <br />
or will you take advantage<br> <br />
to harm innocents?<br> <br />
<br />
Yet if I hold back my aid<br> <br />
from fear or prejudice<br> <br />
how can I call myself<br> <br />
anything save knave?<br> <br />
Or coward.<br> <br />
<br />
If I hide in my patch of light<br> <br />
afriad to enter even the slightest shadow<br> <br />
how can I hope to aid<br> <br />
those whose needs are not shallow?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Anticipation'''<br><br />
<br />
At last the day arrives<br> <br />
to the lake I journey<br> <br />
there to find<br> <br />
my beloved bride<br> <br />
<br />
As many folks as I have known<br> <br />
might be seen to gather<br> <br />
a keleidoscope of color, race, and dispositions<br> <br />
all have crossed the paths of two lives<br> <br />
<br />
Now the time appoaches<br> <br />
and we show the world<br> <br />
that these two hearts<br> <br />
have syncronised<br> <br />
that two lives have joined as one<br> <br />
for all our mortal days<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Disapointment'''<br><br />
<br />
Delays and diversions<br> <br />
seem to be our lot<br> <br />
no matter how we run<br> <br />
there is still more road to trot<br> <br />
<br />
frustration seeps in<br> <br />
accompanied by anger<br> <br />
ruled by fear<br> <br />
that our destination will never near.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Vanishment'''<br><br />
<br />
You've been gone<br> <br />
for forever and ten days<br> <br />
or so it seems to me<br> <br />
<br />
with your disapearance<br> <br />
lonliness creeps in<br> <br />
it becomes quite the clammor<br> <br />
strikes my heart like the cruelist hammer<br> <br />
<br />
the fear mounts<br> <br />
often making me pout<br> <br />
hiding my wonders<br> <br />
of where to hope for succor<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Run Around'''<br><br />
<br />
Your silence is deafening<br> <br />
enveloping<br> <br />
and terrifying<br> <br />
to me<br> <br />
<br />
without confirmation<br> <br />
my worst hallucenations<br> <br />
spring to mind<br> <br />
unbidden<br> <br />
and wont go away.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
'''For Love of a Sister'''<br> <br />
<br />
Sister,<br> <br />
cry your tears<br> <br />
but know not fear<br> <br />
of those who love you<br> <br />
<br />
cling to friendships<br> <br />
you hold them dear<br> <br />
and we would never flee your need<br> <br />
nor leave you in the dust strewn road<br> <br />
<br />
Sister,<br> <br />
you needn't seek your path alone<br> <br />
nor must you feel you need atone<br> <br />
our love will be yours always<br> <br />
<br />
the road you are to trod<br> <br />
has not yet been laid<br> <br />
donot be afraid<br> <br />
that its destination is already set<br> <br />
<br />
Sister,<br> <br />
donot force yourself to fit<br> <br />
into any ill-shaped hole<br> <br />
donot take a role<br> <br />
forced on you by others<br> <br />
<br />
Know that while we might not always agree<br> <br />
you still are family<br> <br />
I will always call you<br> <br />
SISTER<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Relief'''<br><br />
<br />
Teardrops fall<br> <br />
blood will boil<br> <br />
Pain and angst and sorrow froath<br> <br />
<br />
Love and Hatred intertwine<br> <br />
like errant strands of hemp and silk<br> <br />
twisting knotting convoluting<br> <br />
untill they become indistiguishable to my eye.<br> <br />
<br />
And then I blink <br><br />
heave and sob<br> <br />
And all is clear once more.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Hope and Fear'''<br><br />
<br />
Hope<br> <br />
all I can do<br> <br />
<br />
Hope<br> <br />
that she returns to me<br> <br />
that the vectors our lives have taken<br> <br />
continue thier intersecting courses<br> <br />
<br />
Hope<br> <br />
that what seemed so certain<br> <br />
has not been made impossible<br> <br />
that we will meet again<br> <br />
<br />
all I can do<br> <br />
Hope<br> <br />
<br />
<br />
Fear<br> <br />
what I feel most strongly<br> <br />
<br />
Fear<br> <br />
the senation that paralyses<br> <br />
leaves me numb after searing pain<br> <br />
<br />
Fear<br> <br />
my heart's breaking once again<br> <br />
shattered pieces impale me like shards of broken crystal<br> <br />
<br />
I strongly feel my<br> <br />
Fear<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Seeking'''<br><br />
<br />
Fled beloved<br> <br />
return to me<br> <br />
can I persist<br> <br />
absent your company?<br> <br />
<br />
Fled beloved<br> <br />
run no more<br> <br />
join me by the lake shore<br> <br />
in the City of Andrinor<br> <br />
<br />
Fled beloved<br> <br />
what would you do<br> <br />
were I to flee<br> <br />
after you?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Solitutde'''<br><br />
<br />
Alone?<br> <br />
solitude has its uses, I suppose<br> <br />
may you find<br> <br />
sweet repose<br> <br />
<br />
Rest<br> <br />
my love<br> <br />
I'll be here<br> <br />
when you awaken<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Daily Grind'''<br><br />
<br />
Good days<br> <br />
Bad days<br> <br />
blurring by me<br> <br />
can't tell the difference anymore<br> <br />
no longer keeping score<br> <br />
<br />
Bad days<br> <br />
Good days<br> <br />
niether matter overly much<br> <br />
they all bearly touch<br> <br />
the ultimate fate<br> <br />
<br />
No matter how many I heal<br> <br />
there still will be more<br> <br />
no matter how much I love<br> <br />
I'll still be tainted by hate<br> <br />
my challenge is great.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Idyle Hands'''<br><br />
<br />
Why do I bother<br> <br />
to write any words?<br> <br />
why do I bother<br> <br />
to write poetry?<br> <br />
<br />
I am no bard<br> <br />
they give me no sustenace<br> <br />
and often times<br> <br />
grant no relief<br> <br />
<br />
Why do I use<br> <br />
this pen and this ink<br> <br />
why do I comsume<br> <br />
all this blank paper?<br> <br />
<br />
do I really<br> <br />
want to know<br> <br />
why?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Needy'''<br><br />
<br />
I need a voice<br> <br />
to tell me I'll be okay<br> <br />
that I will get through this<br> <br />
that what awaits me is worth it<br> <br />
<br />
I need a touch<br> <br />
to calm or embrace me<br> <br />
a friend I can reach out to and feel<br> <br />
so I know that friend to be real<br> <br />
<br />
I need a hand<br> <br />
with the burdens I carry<br> <br />
or rather an eye<br> <br />
to identify them<br> <br />
<br />
I need<br></div>Chilingsworthhttps://wiki.avlis.org/w/index.php?title=Grag%27s_Collected_Poems&diff=14218Grag's Collected Poems2006-07-02T00:47:42Z<p>Chilingsworth: </p>
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<div>'''Change''' <br />
<br />
In each heart<br> <br />
lies life and death<br> <br />
joy, pain, and sorrow<br> <br />
and everything else<br> <br />
<br />
What we show, what we feel<br> <br />
determines who we are<br> <br />
yet change can come asudden<br> <br />
an unforseen forking of life's path<br> <br />
<br />
Never think you're set in stone<br> <br />
(save if you've been petrefied)<br> <br />
any choice can be counterbalanced<br> <br />
if you need to be rectified<br> <br />
<br />
Darkness can be lightened<br> <br />
as light cloaked in shadow<br> <br />
a lover's kiss can turn to poison<br> <br />
or a foe's hate turn to love<br> <br />
nothing is beyond change.<br> <br />
<br />
<br />
'''Today'''<br> <br />
<br />
To have this moment last a lifetime<br> <br />
if it must not last forever<br> <br />
To remain within today<br> <br />
and throw away tomorrow<br> <br />
<br />
If we could live as mayflies<br> <br />
whose whole life spans a day<br> <br />
Hold close, each to the other<br> <br />
for what would seem forever<br> <br />
living only for today<br> <br />
<br />
To keep our skins in contact<br> <br />
and each to feel the other heart's vital beating<br> <br />
would we be wise to live<br> <br />
for today alone?<br> <br />
and worry not for tomorrow?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
----<br />
'''Untitled I'''<br><br />
<br />
Vast gulfs of air lay between us<br> <br />
the wind moans your name<br> <br />
like a man's dying breath<br> <br />
a sound that mocks me<br> <br />
and hightens my lonliness<br> <br />
<br />
Time's vast expanse stands<br> <br />
on opposite ends we find ourselves<br> <br />
allowed niether to begin our time together<br> <br />
nor to end our lonliness<br> <br />
<br />
You and I from different worlds<br> <br />
spread apart yet drawn together<br> <br />
let the Planes of the Wheel<br> <br />
rage with unbridled zeal<br> <br />
still will we return<br> <br />
and end this lonliness.<br> <br />
<br />
<br />
'''Writing'''<br> <br />
<br />
I dip my quill in ink<br> <br />
yet know not what to think<br> <br />
as I stare at my page<br> <br />
<br />
I sit with my untensils<br> <br />
impotent before me<br> <br />
no inspiration is forthcoming<br> <br />
though threw me flow sorrow, joy, and rage<br> <br />
<br />
I play a moment with that last<br> <br />
or does it play with me?<br> <br />
toy with thoughts of angry jealousy<br> <br />
take a sigh<br> <br />
and let them pass<br> <br />
<br />
my hand carries quill with its attendant ink<br> <br />
flowing across the paper leaf<br> <br />
and then I realise what I've done<br> <br />
the page is now so much fuller<br> <br />
than when I had begun.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Untitled II'''<br><br />
<br />
I am not saintly<br> <br />
nor am I vile<br> <br />
I am merely a person<br> <br />
whose soul is on trial<br> <br />
<br />
I question myself<br> <br />
and seek always improvement<br> <br />
yet constantly facing<br> <br />
my own hypocricy<br> <br />
<br />
I am presented to all<br> <br />
in all my complexity<br> <br />
to any who wish<br> <br />
to accept or reject me<br> <br />
I leave the choice<br> <br />
holy to you.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Perceptions'''<br><br />
<br />
I walk from each moment to the next<br> <br />
often incoherant<br> <br />
and more often depressed<br> <br />
<br />
As I take my paces<br> <br />
I struggle to be<br> <br />
unsure of my true identity<br> <br />
<br />
sometimes I wonder at the words which I speak<br> <br />
sure, they are pleasing to the ear<br> <br />
but might they be just lies?<br> <br />
What can you percieve<br> <br />
with your prying eyes?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''The Revisionist'''<br> <br />
<br />
Through years as through days<br> <br />
even hours, minutes, moments<br> <br />
events conspire to develop<br> <br />
in ways which do not please us<br> <br />
<br />
Yet what has past is past<br> <br />
there is no known way to change it<br> <br />
Gnashing teeth and wringing hands only brings more pain<br> <br />
So, why woudn't one refrain?<br> <br />
<br />
Each broken bond brings freedom<br> <br />
along with loss' pain<br> <br />
half-blind eyes are those that on the latter train.<br> <br />
<br />
That which fails to slay<br> <br />
only serves to strengthen<br> <br />
And just as every year needs some rain<br> <br />
so every life requires pain.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Untitled IV'''<br><br />
<br />
Lives were lived<br> <br />
that are now over<br> <br />
weather ended by hand of time, god, or mortal<br> <br />
matters little<br> <br />
The sun has set on those days past<br> <br />
and stars have lost all noting of them.<br> <br />
<br />
But they are not gone (faded to nothing)<br> <br />
not at all like whisps of vapor<br> <br />
<br />
For in all things, new from old is forged<br> <br />
and those who've past come forth again<br> <br />
Ready once more to be etched<br> <br />
by twin dies of joy and sorrow<br> <br />
Ready to be painted<br> <br />
in colors of sin and innocence.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Darkfire'''<br><br />
<br />
Darkness seems inescapable<br> <br />
when light is unseen<br> <br />
so dispair is engulfing<br> <br />
when you have left me<br> <br />
<br />
When you are gone<br> <br />
there is but a hole<br> <br />
come, my dearest<br> <br />
be the light<br> <br />
to ignite my soul<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Connections'''<br> <br />
<br />
From each to each connected<br> <br />
thin strands of need or friendship<br> <br />
Span the gulfs between one soul and its fellows<br> <br />
<br />
As time passes old links may wither<br> <br />
or young strands may arise<br> <br />
weak strands come unglued<br> <br />
strong ones might survive<br> <br />
<br />
If one is uncautious<br> <br />
he may find himself in a tangle<br> <br />
cocooned, like a spider's treat<br> <br />
left paralyzed<br> <br />
<br />
If one is too cautious<br> <br />
she may find herself isolated<br> <br />
with too few conections to resist<br> <br />
the pull of a bottomless pit<br> <br />
<br />
If one finds the mean<br> <br />
there still is no garuntee<br> <br />
their life will be found pleasant<br> <br />
but at least, there is the chance.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Gamble'''<br><br />
<br />
Open<br> <br />
Close<br> <br />
<br />
A Mind<br> <br />
or a Door<br> <br />
<br />
decide<br> <br />
or leave for others to<br> <br />
<br />
It's all up to you<br> <br />
<br />
weather to play it safe <br><br />
or throw the dice<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Tempest of Fate'''<br> <br />
<br />
Day follows day<br> <br />
as hour by hour<br> <br />
you toil to remember<br> <br />
what you were after.<br> <br />
<br />
You win some<br> <br />
You Lose some<br> <br />
<br />
Between opulence and starvation<br> <br />
you bounce<br> <br />
Fates of the nations mean little to you<br> <br />
On opportunity you, like a cat, pounce<br> <br />
And so learn another feline was after it, too.<br> <br />
<br />
You toss and you turn about in your sleep<br> <br />
Much like you are tossed when awake<br> <br />
seeking any spar, or lover, to hold to<br> <br />
caught within the tempest of fate.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Perconceptions'''<br><br />
<br />
Am I deep as an ocean<br> <br />
or a shallow puddle?<br> <br />
is my light my own<br> <br />
or merely reflected?<br> <br />
<br />
What tides rule me?<br> <br />
Cause my inner sea to overflow with anger?<br> <br />
Twisting word and deed<br> <br />
into unrecogniseable confusion?<br> <br />
what can be my conclusion?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Realignment'''<br><br />
<br />
I try to remove this taint on my soul<br> <br />
or perhaps a hole<br> <br />
lingering conncetion to death<br> <br />
it wont go away<br> <br />
though my link be reduced<br> <br />
it is here to stay<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Helping Hands'''<br><br />
<br />
To aid my fellow mortals<br> <br />
how shall I proceed?<br> <br />
Do I sow disaster<br> <br />
with my well meaning deeds?<br> <br />
<br />
If I offer help to you<br> <br />
will you take offense?<br> <br />
or will you take advantage<br> <br />
to harm innocents?<br> <br />
<br />
Yet if I hold back my aid<br> <br />
from fear or prejudice<br> <br />
how can I call myself<br> <br />
anything save knave?<br> <br />
Or coward.<br> <br />
<br />
If I hide in my patch of light<br> <br />
afriad to enter even the slightest shadow<br> <br />
how can I hope to aid<br> <br />
those whose needs are not shallow?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Anticipation'''<br><br />
<br />
At last the day arrives<br> <br />
to the lake I journey<br> <br />
there to find<br> <br />
my beloved bride<br> <br />
<br />
As many folks as I have known<br> <br />
might be seen to gather<br> <br />
a keleidoscope of color, race, and dispositions<br> <br />
all have crossed the paths of two lives<br> <br />
<br />
Now the time appoaches<br> <br />
and we show the world<br> <br />
that these two hearts<br> <br />
have syncronised<br> <br />
that two lives have joined as one<br> <br />
for all our mortal days<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Disapointment'''<br><br />
<br />
Delays and diversions<br> <br />
seem to be our lot<br> <br />
no matter how we run<br> <br />
there is still more road to trot<br> <br />
<br />
frustration seeps in<br> <br />
accompanied by anger<br> <br />
ruled by fear<br> <br />
that our destination will never near.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Vanishment'''<br><br />
<br />
You've been gone<br> <br />
for forever and ten days<br> <br />
or so it seems to me<br> <br />
<br />
with your disapearance<br> <br />
lonliness creeps in<br> <br />
it becomes quite the clammor<br> <br />
strikes my heart like the cruelist hammer<br> <br />
<br />
the fear mounts<br> <br />
often making me pout<br> <br />
hiding my wonders<br> <br />
of where to hope for succor<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Run Around'''<br><br />
<br />
Your silence is deafening<br> <br />
enveloping<br> <br />
and terrifying<br> <br />
to me<br> <br />
<br />
without confirmation<br> <br />
my worst hallucenations<br> <br />
spring to mind<br> <br />
unbidden<br> <br />
and wont go away.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
'''For Love of a Sister'''<br> <br />
<br />
Sister,<br> <br />
cry your tears<br> <br />
but know not fear<br> <br />
of those who love you<br> <br />
<br />
cling to friendships<br> <br />
you hold them dear<br> <br />
and we would never flee your need<br> <br />
nor leave you in the dust strewn road<br> <br />
<br />
Sister,<br> <br />
you needn't seek your path alone<br> <br />
nor must you feel you need atone<br> <br />
our love will be yours always<br> <br />
<br />
the road you are to trod<br> <br />
has not yet been laid<br> <br />
donot be afraid<br> <br />
that its destination is already set<br> <br />
<br />
Sister,<br> <br />
donot force yourself to fit<br> <br />
into any ill-shaped hole<br> <br />
donot take a role<br> <br />
forced on you by others<br> <br />
<br />
Know that while we might not always agree<br> <br />
you still are family<br> <br />
I will always call you<br> <br />
SISTER<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Relief'''<br><br />
<br />
Teardrops fall<br> <br />
blood will boil<br> <br />
Pain and angst and sorrow froath<br> <br />
<br />
Love and Hatred intertwine<br> <br />
like errant strands of hemp and silk<br> <br />
twisting knotting convoluting<br> <br />
untill they become indistiguishable to my eye.<br> <br />
<br />
And then I blink <br><br />
heave and sob<br> <br />
And all is clear once more.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Hope and Fear'''<br><br />
<br />
Hope<br> <br />
all I can do<br> <br />
<br />
Hope<br> <br />
that she returns to me<br> <br />
that the vectors our lives have taken<br> <br />
continue thier intersecting courses<br> <br />
<br />
Hope<br> <br />
that what seemed so certain<br> <br />
has not been made impossible<br> <br />
that we will meet again<br> <br />
<br />
all I can do<br> <br />
Hope<br> <br />
<br />
<br />
Fear<br> <br />
what I feel most strongly<br> <br />
<br />
Fear<br> <br />
the senation that paralyses<br> <br />
leaves me numb after searing pain<br> <br />
<br />
Fear<br> <br />
my heart's breaking once again<br> <br />
shattered pieces impale me like shards of broken crystal<br> <br />
<br />
I strongly feel my<br> <br />
Fear<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Seeking'''<br><br />
<br />
Fled beloved<br> <br />
return to me<br> <br />
can I persist<br> <br />
absent your company?<br> <br />
<br />
Fled beloved<br> <br />
run no more<br> <br />
join me by the lake shore<br> <br />
in the City of Andrinor<br> <br />
<br />
Fled beloved<br> <br />
what would you do<br> <br />
were I to flee<br> <br />
after you?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Solitutde'''<br><br />
<br />
Alone?<br> <br />
solitude has its uses, I suppose<br> <br />
may you find<br> <br />
sweet repose<br> <br />
<br />
Rest<br> <br />
my love<br> <br />
I'll be here<br> <br />
when you awaken<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Daily Grind'''<br><br />
<br />
Good days<br> <br />
Bad days<br> <br />
blurring by me<br> <br />
can't tell the difference anymore<br> <br />
no longer keeping score<br> <br />
<br />
Bad days<br> <br />
Good days<br> <br />
niether matter overly much<br> <br />
they all bearly touch<br> <br />
the ultimate fate<br> <br />
<br />
No matter how many I heal<br> <br />
there still will be more<br> <br />
no matter how much I love<br> <br />
I'll still be tainted by hate<br> <br />
my challenge is great.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Idyle Hands'''<br><br />
<br />
Why do I bother<br> <br />
to write any words?<br> <br />
why do I bother<br> <br />
to write poetry?<br> <br />
<br />
I am no bard<br> <br />
they give me no sustenace<br> <br />
and often times<br> <br />
grant no relief<br> <br />
<br />
Why do I use<br> <br />
this pen and this ink<br> <br />
why do I comsume<br> <br />
all this blank paper?<br> <br />
<br />
do I really<br> <br />
want to know<br> <br />
why?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Needy'''<br><br />
<br />
I need a voice<br> <br />
to tell me I'll be okay<br> <br />
that I will get through this<br> <br />
that what awaits me is worth it<br> <br />
<br />
I need a touch<br> <br />
to calm or embrace me<br> <br />
a friend I can reach out to and feel<br> <br />
so I know that friend to be real<br> <br />
<br />
I need a hand<br> <br />
with the burdens I carry<br> <br />
or rather an eye<br> <br />
to identify them<br> <br />
<br />
I need<br></div>Chilingsworthhttps://wiki.avlis.org/w/index.php?title=Grag%27s_Collected_Poems&diff=14055Grag's Collected Poems2006-07-02T00:40:25Z<p>Chilingsworth: </p>
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<div>'''Change''' <br />
<br />
In each heart<br> <br />
lies life and death<br> <br />
joy, pain, and sorrow<br> <br />
and everything else<br> <br />
<br />
What we show, what we feel<br> <br />
determines who we are<br> <br />
yet change can come asudden<br> <br />
an unforseen forking of life's path<br> <br />
<br />
Never think you're set in stone<br> <br />
(save if you've been petrefied)<br> <br />
any choice can be counterbalanced<br> <br />
if you need to be rectified<br> <br />
<br />
Darkness can be lightened<br> <br />
as light cloaked in shadow<br> <br />
a lover's kiss can turn to poison<br> <br />
or a foe's hate turn to love<br> <br />
nothing is beyond change.<br> <br />
<br />
<br />
'''Today'''<br> <br />
<br />
To have this moment last a lifetime<br> <br />
if it must not last forever<br> <br />
To remain within today<br> <br />
and throw away tomorrow<br> <br />
<br />
If we could live as mayflies<br> <br />
whose whole life spans a day<br> <br />
Hold close, each to the other<br> <br />
for what would seem forever<br> <br />
living only for today<br> <br />
<br />
To keep our skins in contact<br> <br />
and each to feel the other heart's vital beating<br> <br />
would we be wise to live<br> <br />
for today alone?<br> <br />
and worry not for tomorrow?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
----<br />
'''Untitled I'''<br><br />
<br />
Vast gulfs of air lay between us<br> <br />
the wind moans your name<br> <br />
like a man's dying breath<br> <br />
a sound that mocks me<br> <br />
and hightens my lonliness<br> <br />
<br />
Time's vast expanse stands<br> <br />
on opposite ends we find ourselves<br> <br />
allowed niether to begin our time together<br> <br />
nor to end our lonliness<br> <br />
<br />
You and I from different worlds<br> <br />
spread apart yet drawn together<br> <br />
let the Planes of the Wheel<br> <br />
rage with unbridled zeal<br> <br />
still will we return<br> <br />
and end this lonliness.<br> <br />
<br />
<br />
'''Writing'''<br> <br />
<br />
I dip my quill in ink<br> <br />
yet know not what to think<br> <br />
as I stare at my page<br> <br />
<br />
I sit with my untensils<br> <br />
impotent before me<br> <br />
no inspiration is forthcoming<br> <br />
though threw me flow sorrow, joy, and rage<br> <br />
<br />
I play a moment with that last<br> <br />
or does it play with me?<br> <br />
toy with thoughts of angry jealousy<br> <br />
take a sigh<br> <br />
and let them pass<br> <br />
<br />
my hand carries quill with its attendant ink<br> <br />
flowing across the paper leaf<br> <br />
and then I realise what I've done<br> <br />
the page is now so much fuller<br> <br />
than when I had begun.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Untitled II'''<br><br />
<br />
I am not saintly<br> <br />
nor am I vile<br> <br />
I am merely a person<br> <br />
whose soul is on trial<br> <br />
<br />
I question myself<br> <br />
and seek always improvement<br> <br />
yet constantly facing<br> <br />
my own hypocricy<br> <br />
<br />
I am presented to all<br> <br />
in all my complexity<br> <br />
to any who wish<br> <br />
to accept or reject me<br> <br />
I leave the choice<br> <br />
holy to you.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Perceptions'''<br><br />
<br />
I walk from each moment to the next<br> <br />
often incoherant<br> <br />
and more often depressed<br> <br />
<br />
As I take my paces<br> <br />
I struggle to be<br> <br />
unsure of my true identity<br> <br />
<br />
sometimes I wonder at the words which I speak<br> <br />
sure, they are pleasing to the ear<br> <br />
but might they be just lies?<br> <br />
What can you percieve<br> <br />
with your prying eyes?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''The Revisionist'''<br> <br />
<br />
Through years as through days<br> <br />
even hours, minutes, moments<br> <br />
events conspire to develop<br> <br />
in ways which do not please us<br> <br />
<br />
Yet what has past is past<br> <br />
there is no known way to change it<br> <br />
Gnashing teeth and wringing hands only brings more pain<br> <br />
So, why woudn't one refrain?<br> <br />
<br />
Each broken bond brings freedom<br> <br />
along with loss' pain<br> <br />
half-blind eyes are those that on the latter train.<br> <br />
<br />
That which fails to slay<br> <br />
only serves to strengthen<br> <br />
And just as every year needs some rain<br> <br />
so every life requires pain.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Untitled IV'''<br><br />
<br />
Lives were lived<br> <br />
that are now over<br> <br />
weather ended by hand of time, god, or mortal<br> <br />
matters little<br> <br />
The sun has set on those days past<br> <br />
and stars have lost all noting of them.<br> <br />
<br />
But they are not gone (faded to nothing)<br> <br />
not at all like whisps of vapor<br> <br />
<br />
For in all things, new from old is forged<br> <br />
and those who've past come forth again<br> <br />
Ready once more to be etched<br> <br />
by twin dies of joy and sorrow<br> <br />
Ready to be painted<br> <br />
in colors of sin and innocence.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Darkfire'''<br><br />
<br />
Darkness seems inescapable<br> <br />
when light is unseen<br> <br />
so dispair is engulfing<br> <br />
when you have left me<br> <br />
<br />
When you are gone<br> <br />
there is but a hole<br> <br />
come, my dearest<br> <br />
be the light<br> <br />
to ignite my soul<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Connections'''<br> <br />
<br />
From each to each connected<br> <br />
thin strands of need or friendship<br> <br />
Span the gulfs between one soul and its fellows<br> <br />
<br />
As time passes old links may wither<br> <br />
or young strands may arise<br> <br />
weak strands come unglued<br> <br />
strong ones might survive<br> <br />
<br />
If one is uncautious<br> <br />
he may find himself in a tangle<br> <br />
cocooned, like a spider's treat<br> <br />
left paralyzed<br> <br />
<br />
If one is too cautious<br> <br />
she may find herself isolated<br> <br />
with too few conections to resist<br> <br />
the pull of a bottomless pit<br> <br />
<br />
If one finds the mean<br> <br />
there still is no garuntee<br> <br />
their life will be found pleasant<br> <br />
but at least, there is the chance.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Gamble'''<br><br />
<br />
Open<br> <br />
Close<br> <br />
<br />
A Mind<br> <br />
or a Door<br> <br />
<br />
decide<br> <br />
or leave for others to<br> <br />
<br />
It's all up to you<br> <br />
<br />
weather to play it safe <br><br />
or throw the dice<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Tempest of Fate'''<br> <br />
<br />
Day follows day<br> <br />
as hour by hour<br> <br />
you toil to remember<br> <br />
what you were after.<br> <br />
<br />
You win some<br> <br />
You Lose some<br> <br />
<br />
Between opulence and starvation<br> <br />
you bounce<br> <br />
Fates of the nations mean little to you<br> <br />
On opportunity you, like a cat, pounce<br> <br />
And so learn another feline was after it, too.<br> <br />
<br />
You toss and you turn about in your sleep<br> <br />
Much like you are tossed when awake<br> <br />
seeking any spar, or lover, to hold to<br> <br />
caught within the tempest of fate.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Perconceptions'''<br><br />
<br />
Am I deep as an ocean<br> <br />
or a shallow puddle?<br> <br />
is my light my own<br> <br />
or merely reflected?<br> <br />
<br />
What tides rule me?<br> <br />
Cause my inner sea to overflow with anger?<br> <br />
Twisting word and deed<br> <br />
into unrecogniseable confusion?<br> <br />
what can be my conclusion?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Realignment'''<br><br />
<br />
I try to remove this taint on my soul<br> <br />
or perhaps a hole<br> <br />
lingering conncetion to death<br> <br />
it wont go away<br> <br />
though my link be reduced<br> <br />
it is here to stay<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Helping Hands'''<br><br />
<br />
To aid my fellow mortals<br> <br />
how shall I proceed?<br> <br />
Do I sow disaster<br> <br />
with my well meaning deeds?<br> <br />
<br />
If I offer help to you<br> <br />
will you take offense?<br> <br />
or will you take advantage<br> <br />
to harm innocents?<br> <br />
<br />
Yet if I hold back my aid<br> <br />
from fear or prejudice<br> <br />
how can I call myself<br> <br />
anything save knave?<br> <br />
Or coward.<br> <br />
<br />
If I hide in my patch of light<br> <br />
afriad to enter even the slightest shadow<br> <br />
how can I hope to aid<br> <br />
those whose needs are not shallow?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Anticipation'''<br><br />
<br />
At last the day arrives<br> <br />
to the lake I journey<br> <br />
there to find<br> <br />
my beloved bride<br> <br />
<br />
As many folks as I have known<br> <br />
might be seen to gather<br> <br />
a keleidoscope of color, race, and dispositions<br> <br />
all have crossed the paths of two lives<br> <br />
<br />
Now the time appoaches<br> <br />
and we show the world<br> <br />
that these two hearts<br> <br />
have syncronised<br> <br />
that two lives have joined as one<br> <br />
for all our mortal days<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Disapointment'''<br><br />
<br />
Delays and diversions<br> <br />
seem to be our lot<br> <br />
no matter how we run<br> <br />
there is still more road to trot<br> <br />
<br />
frustration seeps in<br> <br />
accompanied by anger<br> <br />
ruled by fear<br> <br />
that our destination will never near.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Vanishment'''<br><br />
<br />
You've been gone<br> <br />
for forever and ten days<br> <br />
or so it seems to me<br> <br />
<br />
with your disapearance<br> <br />
lonliness creeps in<br> <br />
it becomes quite the clammor<br> <br />
strikes my heart like the cruelist hammer<br> <br />
<br />
the fear mounts<br> <br />
often making me pout<br> <br />
hiding my wonders<br> <br />
of where to hope for succor<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Run Around'''<br><br />
<br />
Your silence is deafening<br> <br />
enveloping<br> <br />
and terrifying<br> <br />
to me<br> <br />
<br />
without confirmation<br> <br />
my worst hallucenations<br> <br />
spring to mind<br> <br />
unbidden<br> <br />
and wont go away.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
'''For Love of a Sister'''<br> <br />
<br />
Sister,<br> <br />
cry your tears<br> <br />
but know not fear<br> <br />
of those who love you<br> <br />
<br />
cling to friendships<br> <br />
you hold them dear<br> <br />
and we would never flee your need<br> <br />
nor leave you in the dust strewn road<br> <br />
<br />
Sister,<br> <br />
you needn't seek your path alone<br> <br />
nor must you feel you need atone<br> <br />
our love will be yours always<br> <br />
<br />
the road you are to trod<br> <br />
has not yet been laid<br> <br />
donot be afraid<br> <br />
that its destination is already set<br> <br />
<br />
Sister,<br> <br />
donot force yourself to fit<br> <br />
into any ill-shaped hole<br> <br />
donot take a role<br> <br />
forced on you by others<br> <br />
<br />
Know that while we might not always agree<br> <br />
you still are family<br> <br />
I will always call you<br> <br />
SISTER<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Relief'''<br><br />
<br />
Teardrops fall<br> <br />
blood will boil<br> <br />
Pain and angst and sorrow froath<br> <br />
<br />
Love and Hatred intertwine<br> <br />
like errant strands of hemp and silk<br> <br />
twisting knotting convoluting<br> <br />
untill they become indistiguishable to my eye.<br> <br />
<br />
And then I blink <br><br />
heave and sob<br> <br />
And all is clear once more.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Hope and Fear'''<br><br />
<br />
Hope<br> <br />
all I can do<br> <br />
<br />
Hope<br> <br />
that she returns to me<br> <br />
that the vectors our lives have taken<br> <br />
continue thier intersecting courses<br> <br />
<br />
Hope<br> <br />
that what seemed so certain<br> <br />
has not been made impossible<br> <br />
that we will meet again<br> <br />
<br />
all I can do<br> <br />
Hope<br> <br />
<br />
<br />
Fear<br> <br />
what I feel most strongly<br> <br />
<br />
Fear<br> <br />
the senation that paralyses<br> <br />
leaves me numb after searing pain<br> <br />
<br />
Fear<br> <br />
my heart's breaking once again<br> <br />
shattered pieces impale me like shards of broken crystal<br> <br />
<br />
I strongly feel my<br> <br />
Fear<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Seeking'''<br><br />
<br />
Fled beloved<br> <br />
return to me<br> <br />
can I persist<br> <br />
absent your company?<br> <br />
<br />
Fled beloved<br> <br />
run no more<br> <br />
join me by the lake shore<br> <br />
in the City of Andrinor<br> <br />
<br />
Fled beloved<br> <br />
what would you do<br> <br />
were I to flee<br> <br />
after you?<br></div>Chilingsworthhttps://wiki.avlis.org/w/index.php?title=Grag%27s_Collected_Poems&diff=14053Grag's Collected Poems2006-07-02T00:38:25Z<p>Chilingsworth: </p>
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<div>'''Change''' <br />
<br />
In each heart<br> <br />
lies life and death<br> <br />
joy, pain, and sorrow<br> <br />
and everything else<br> <br />
<br />
What we show, what we feel<br> <br />
determines who we are<br> <br />
yet change can come asudden<br> <br />
an unforseen forking of life's path<br> <br />
<br />
Never think you're set in stone<br> <br />
(save if you've been petrefied)<br> <br />
any choice can be counterbalanced<br> <br />
if you need to be rectified<br> <br />
<br />
Darkness can be lightened<br> <br />
as light cloaked in shadow<br> <br />
a lover's kiss can turn to poison<br> <br />
or a foe's hate turn to love<br> <br />
nothing is beyond change.<br> <br />
<br />
<br />
'''Today'''<br> <br />
<br />
To have this moment last a lifetime<br> <br />
if it must not last forever<br> <br />
To remain within today<br> <br />
and throw away tomorrow<br> <br />
<br />
If we could live as mayflies<br> <br />
whose whole life spans a day<br> <br />
Hold close, each to the other<br> <br />
for what would seem forever<br> <br />
living only for today<br> <br />
<br />
To keep our skins in contact<br> <br />
and each to feel the other heart's vital beating<br> <br />
would we be wise to live<br> <br />
for today alone?<br> <br />
and worry not for tomorrow?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
----<br />
'''Untitled I'''<br><br />
<br />
Vast gulfs of air lay between us<br> <br />
the wind moans your name<br> <br />
like a man's dying breath<br> <br />
a sound that mocks me<br> <br />
and hightens my lonliness<br> <br />
<br />
Time's vast expanse stands<br> <br />
on opposite ends we find ourselves<br> <br />
allowed niether to begin our time together<br> <br />
nor to end our lonliness<br> <br />
<br />
You and I from different worlds<br> <br />
spread apart yet drawn together<br> <br />
let the Planes of the Wheel<br> <br />
rage with unbridled zeal<br> <br />
still will we return<br> <br />
and end this lonliness.<br> <br />
<br />
<br />
'''Writing'''<br> <br />
<br />
I dip my quill in ink<br> <br />
yet know not what to think<br> <br />
as I stare at my page<br> <br />
<br />
I sit with my untensils<br> <br />
impotent before me<br> <br />
no inspiration is forthcoming<br> <br />
though threw me flow sorrow, joy, and rage<br> <br />
<br />
I play a moment with that last<br> <br />
or does it play with me?<br> <br />
toy with thoughts of angry jealousy<br> <br />
take a sigh<br> <br />
and let them pass<br> <br />
<br />
my hand carries quill with its attendant ink<br> <br />
flowing across the paper leaf<br> <br />
and then I realise what I've done<br> <br />
the page is now so much fuller<br> <br />
than when I had begun.<br><br />
<br />
'''Untitled II'''<br><br />
<br />
I am not saintly<br> <br />
nor am I vile<br> <br />
I am merely a person<br> <br />
whose soul is on trial<br> <br />
<br />
I question myself<br> <br />
and seek always improvement<br> <br />
yet constantly facing<br> <br />
my own hypocricy<br> <br />
<br />
I am presented to all<br> <br />
in all my complexity<br> <br />
to any who wish<br> <br />
to accept or reject me<br> <br />
I leave the choice<br> <br />
holy to you.<br><br />
<br />
'''Perceptions'''<br><br />
<br />
I walk from each moment to the next<br> <br />
often incoherant<br> <br />
and more often depressed<br> <br />
<br />
As I take my paces<br> <br />
I struggle to be<br> <br />
unsure of my true identity<br> <br />
<br />
sometimes I wonder at the words which I speak<br> <br />
sure, they are pleasing to the ear<br> <br />
but might they be just lies?<br> <br />
What can you percieve<br> <br />
with your prying eyes?<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''The Revisionist'''<br> <br />
<br />
Through years as through days<br> <br />
even hours, minutes, moments<br> <br />
events conspire to develop<br> <br />
in ways which do not please us<br> <br />
<br />
Yet what has past is past<br> <br />
there is no known way to change it<br> <br />
Gnashing teeth and wringing hands only brings more pain<br> <br />
So, why woudn't one refrain?<br> <br />
<br />
Each broken bond brings freedom<br> <br />
along with loss' pain<br> <br />
half-blind eyes are those that on the latter train.<br> <br />
<br />
That which fails to slay<br> <br />
only serves to strengthen<br> <br />
And just as every year needs some rain<br> <br />
so every life requires pain.<br><br />
<br />
'''Untitled IV'''<br><br />
<br />
Lives were lived<br> <br />
that are now over<br> <br />
weather ended by hand of time, god, or mortal<br> <br />
matters little<br> <br />
The sun has set on those days past<br> <br />
and stars have lost all noting of them.<br> <br />
<br />
But they are not gone (faded to nothing)<br> <br />
not at all like whisps of vapor<br> <br />
<br />
For in all things, new from old is forged<br> <br />
and those who've past come forth again<br> <br />
Ready once more to be etched<br> <br />
by twin dies of joy and sorrow<br> <br />
Ready to be painted<br> <br />
in colors of sin and innocence.<br><br />
<br />
'''Darkfire'''<br><br />
<br />
Darkness seems inescapable<br> <br />
when light is unseen<br> <br />
so dispair is engulfing<br> <br />
when you have left me<br> <br />
<br />
When you are gone<br> <br />
there is but a hole<br> <br />
come, my dearest<br> <br />
be the light<br> <br />
to ignite my soul<br><br />
<br />
'''Connections'''<br> <br />
<br />
From each to each connected<br> <br />
thin strands of need or friendship<br> <br />
Span the gulfs between one soul and its fellows<br> <br />
<br />
As time passes old links may wither<br> <br />
or young strands may arise<br> <br />
weak strands come unglued<br> <br />
strong ones might survive<br> <br />
<br />
If one is uncautious<br> <br />
he may find himself in a tangle<br> <br />
cocooned, like a spider's treat<br> <br />
left paralyzed<br> <br />
<br />
If one is too cautious<br> <br />
she may find herself isolated<br> <br />
with too few conections to resist<br> <br />
the pull of a bottomless pit<br> <br />
<br />
If one finds the mean<br> <br />
there still is no garuntee<br> <br />
their life will be found pleasant<br> <br />
but at least, there is the chance.<br><br />
<br />
'''Gamble'''<br><br />
<br />
Open<br> <br />
Close<br> <br />
<br />
A Mind<br> <br />
or a Door<br> <br />
<br />
decide<br> <br />
or leave for others to<br> <br />
<br />
It's all up to you<br> <br />
<br />
weather to play it safe <br><br />
or throw the dice<br><br />
<br />
'''Tempest of Fate'''<br> <br />
<br />
Day follows day<br> <br />
as hour by hour<br> <br />
you toil to remember<br> <br />
what you were after.<br> <br />
<br />
You win some<br> <br />
You Lose some<br> <br />
<br />
Between opulence and starvation<br> <br />
you bounce<br> <br />
Fates of the nations mean little to you<br> <br />
On opportunity you, like a cat, pounce<br> <br />
And so learn another feline was after it, too.<br> <br />
<br />
You toss and you turn about in your sleep<br> <br />
Much like you are tossed when awake<br> <br />
seeking any spar, or lover, to hold to<br> <br />
caught within the tempest of fate.<br><br />
<br />
'''Perconceptions'''<br><br />
<br />
Am I deep as an ocean<br> <br />
or a shallow puddle?<br> <br />
is my light my own<br> <br />
or merely reflected?<br> <br />
<br />
What tides rule me?<br> <br />
Cause my inner sea to overflow with anger?<br> <br />
Twisting word and deed<br> <br />
into unrecogniseable confusion?<br> <br />
what can be my conclusion?<br><br />
<br />
'''Realignment'''<br><br />
<br />
I try to remove this taint on my soul<br> <br />
or perhaps a hole<br> <br />
lingering conncetion to death<br> <br />
it wont go away<br> <br />
though my link be reduced<br> <br />
it is here to stay<br><br />
<br />
'''Helping Hands'''<br><br />
<br />
To aid my fellow mortals<br> <br />
how shall I proceed?<br> <br />
Do I sow disaster<br> <br />
with my well meaning deeds?<br> <br />
<br />
If I offer help to you<br> <br />
will you take offense?<br> <br />
or will you take advantage<br> <br />
to harm innocents?<br> <br />
<br />
Yet if I hold back my aid<br> <br />
from fear or prejudice<br> <br />
how can I call myself<br> <br />
anything save knave?<br> <br />
Or coward.<br> <br />
<br />
If I hide in my patch of light<br> <br />
afriad to enter even the slightest shadow<br> <br />
how can I hope to aid<br> <br />
those whose needs are not shallow?<br><br />
<br />
'''Anticipation'''<br><br />
<br />
At last the day arrives<br> <br />
to the lake I journey<br> <br />
there to find<br> <br />
my beloved bride<br> <br />
<br />
As many folks as I have known<br> <br />
might be seen to gather<br> <br />
a keleidoscope of color, race, and dispositions<br> <br />
all have crossed the paths of two lives<br> <br />
<br />
Now the time appoaches<br> <br />
and we show the world<br> <br />
that these two hearts<br> <br />
have syncronised<br> <br />
that two lives have joined as one<br> <br />
for all our mortal days<br><br />
<br />
'''Disapointment'''<br><br />
<br />
Delays and diversions<br> <br />
seem to be our lot<br> <br />
no matter how we run<br> <br />
there is still more road to trot<br> <br />
<br />
frustration seeps in<br> <br />
accompanied by anger<br> <br />
ruled by fear<br> <br />
that our destination will never near.<br><br />
<br />
'''Vanishment'''<br><br />
<br />
You've been gone<br> <br />
for forever and ten days<br> <br />
or so it seems to me<br> <br />
<br />
with your disapearance<br> <br />
lonliness creeps in<br> <br />
it becomes quite the clammor<br> <br />
strikes my heart like the cruelist hammer<br> <br />
<br />
the fear mounts<br> <br />
often making me pout<br> <br />
hiding my wonders<br> <br />
of where to hope for succor<br><br />
<br />
'''Run Around'''<br><br />
<br />
Your silence is deafening<br> <br />
enveloping<br> <br />
and terrifying<br> <br />
to me<br> <br />
<br />
without confirmation<br> <br />
my worst hallucenations<br> <br />
spring to mind<br> <br />
unbidden<br> <br />
and wont go away.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''For Love of a Sister'''<br> <br />
<br />
Sister,<br> <br />
cry your tears<br> <br />
but know not fear<br> <br />
of those who love you<br> <br />
<br />
cling to friendships<br> <br />
you hold them dear<br> <br />
and we would never flee your need<br> <br />
nor leave you in the dust strewn road<br> <br />
<br />
Sister,<br> <br />
you needn't seek your path alone<br> <br />
nor must you feel you need atone<br> <br />
our love will be yours always<br> <br />
<br />
the road you are to trod<br> <br />
has not yet been laid<br> <br />
donot be afraid<br> <br />
that its destination is already set<br> <br />
<br />
Sister,<br> <br />
donot force yourself to fit<br> <br />
into any ill-shaped hole<br> <br />
donot take a role<br> <br />
forced on you by others<br> <br />
<br />
Know that while we might not always agree<br> <br />
you still are family<br> <br />
I will always call you<br> <br />
SISTER<br><br />
<br />
'''Relief'''<br><br />
<br />
Teardrops fall<br> <br />
blood will boil<br> <br />
Pain and angst and sorrow froath<br> <br />
<br />
Love and Hatred intertwine<br> <br />
like errant strands of hemp and silk<br> <br />
twisting knotting convoluting<br> <br />
untill they become indistiguishable to my eye.<br> <br />
<br />
And then I blink <br><br />
heave and sob<br> <br />
And all is clear once more.<br><br />
<br />
<br />
'''Hope and Fear'''<br><br />
<br />
Hope<br> <br />
all I can do<br> <br />
<br />
Hope<br> <br />
that she returns to me<br> <br />
that the vectors our lives have taken<br> <br />
continue thier intersecting courses<br> <br />
<br />
Hope<br> <br />
that what seemed so certain<br> <br />
has not been made impossible<br> <br />
that we will meet again<br> <br />
<br />
all I can do<br> <br />
Hope<br> <br />
<br />
<br />
Fear<br> <br />
what I feel most strongly<br> <br />
<br />
Fear<br> <br />
the senation that paralyses<br> <br />
leaves me numb after searing pain<br> <br />
<br />
Fear<br> <br />
my heart's breaking once again<br> <br />
shattered pieces impale me like shards of broken crystal<br> <br />
<br />
I strongly feel my<br> <br />
Fear<br><br />
<br />
'''Seeking'''<br><br />
<br />
Fled beloved<br> <br />
return to me<br> <br />
can I persist<br> <br />
absent your company?<br> <br />
<br />
Fled beloved<br> <br />
run no more<br> <br />
join me by the lake shore<br> <br />
in the City of Andrinor<br> <br />
<br />
Fled beloved<br> <br />
what would you do<br> <br />
were I to flee<br> <br />
after you?<br></div>Chilingsworthhttps://wiki.avlis.org/w/index.php?title=Grag%27s_Collected_Poems&diff=14052Grag's Collected Poems2006-07-02T00:05:00Z<p>Chilingsworth: </p>
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<div>'''Change''' <br />
<br />
In each heart <br />
lies life and death <br />
joy, pain, and sorrow <br />
and everything else <br />
<br />
What we show, what we feel <br />
determines who we are <br />
yet change can come asudden <br />
an unforseen forking of life's path <br />
<br />
Never think you're set in stone <br />
(save if you've been petrefied) <br />
any choice can be counterbalanced <br />
if you need to be rectified <br />
<br />
Darkness can be lightened <br />
as light cloaked in shadow <br />
a lover's kiss can turn to poison <br />
or a foe's hate turn to love <br />
nothing is beyond change. <br />
<br />
<br />
'''Today''' <br />
<br />
To have this moment last a lifetime <br />
if it must not last forever <br />
To remain within today <br />
and throw away tomorrow <br />
<br />
If we could live as mayflies <br />
whose whole life spans a day <br />
Hold close, each to the other <br />
for what would seem forever <br />
living only for today <br />
<br />
To keep our skins in contact <br />
and each to feel the other heart's vital beating <br />
would we be wise to live <br />
for today alone? <br />
and worry not for tomorrow?<br />
<br />
<br />
----<br />
'''Untitled I'''<br />
<br />
Vast gulfs of air lay between us <br />
the wind moans your name <br />
like a man's dying breath <br />
a sound that mocks me <br />
and hightens my lonliness <br />
<br />
Time's vast expanse stands <br />
on opposite ends we find ourselves <br />
allowed niether to begin our time together <br />
nor to end our lonliness <br />
<br />
You and I from different worlds <br />
spread apart yet drawn together <br />
let the Planes of the Wheel <br />
rage with unbridled zeal <br />
still will we return <br />
and end this lonliness. <br />
<br />
<br />
'''Writing''' <br />
<br />
I dip my quill in ink <br />
yet know not what to think <br />
as I stare at my page <br />
<br />
I sit with my untensils <br />
impotent before me <br />
no inspiration is forthcoming <br />
though threw me flow sorrow, joy, and rage <br />
<br />
I play a moment with that last <br />
or does it play with me? <br />
toy with thoughts of angry jealousy <br />
take a sigh <br />
and let them pass <br />
<br />
my hand carries quill with its attendant ink <br />
flowing across the paper leaf <br />
and then I realise what I've done <br />
the page is now so much fuller <br />
than when I had begun.<br />
<br />
'''Untitled II'''<br />
<br />
I am not saintly <br />
nor am I vile <br />
I am merely a person <br />
whose soul is on trial <br />
<br />
I question myself <br />
and seek always improvement <br />
yet constantly facing <br />
my own hypocricy <br />
<br />
I am presented to all <br />
in all my complexity <br />
to any who wish <br />
to accept or reject me <br />
I leave the choice <br />
holy to you.<br />
<br />
'''Untitled III'''<br />
<br />
I walk from each moment to the next <br />
often incoherant <br />
and more often depressed <br />
<br />
As I take my paces <br />
I struggle to be <br />
unsure of my true identity <br />
<br />
sometimes I wonder at the words which I speak <br />
sure, they are pleasing to the ear <br />
but might they be just lies? <br />
What can you percieve <br />
with your prying eyes?<br />
<br />
<br />
'''The Revisionist''' <br />
<br />
Through years as through days <br />
even hours, minutes, moments <br />
events conspire to develop <br />
in ways which do not please us <br />
<br />
Yet what has past is past <br />
there is no known way to change it <br />
Gnashing teeth and wringing hands only brings more pain <br />
So, why woudn't one refrain? <br />
<br />
Each broken bond brings freedom <br />
along with loss' pain <br />
half-blind eyes are those that on the latter train. <br />
<br />
That which fails to slay <br />
only serves to strengthen <br />
And just as every year needs some rain <br />
so every life requires pain.<br />
<br />
'''Untitled IV'''<br />
<br />
Lives were lived <br />
that are now over <br />
weather ended by hand of time, god, or mortal <br />
matters little <br />
The sun has set on those days past <br />
and stars have lost all noting of them. <br />
<br />
But they are not gone (faded to nothing) <br />
not at all like whisps of vapor <br />
<br />
For in all things, new from old is forged <br />
and those who've past come forth again <br />
Ready once more to be etched <br />
by twin dies of joy and sorrow <br />
Ready to be painted <br />
in colors of sin and innocence.<br />
<br />
'''Darkfire'''<br />
<br />
Darkness seems inescapable <br />
when light is unseen <br />
so dispair is engulfing <br />
when you have left me <br />
<br />
When you are gone <br />
there is but a hole <br />
come, my dearest <br />
be the light <br />
to ignite my soul<br />
<br />
'''Connections''' <br />
<br />
From each to each connected <br />
thin strands of need or friendship <br />
Span the gulfs between one soul and its fellows <br />
<br />
As time passes old links may wither <br />
or young strands may arise <br />
weak strands come unglued <br />
strong ones might survive <br />
<br />
If one is uncautious <br />
he may find himself in a tangle <br />
cocooned, like a spider's treat <br />
left paralyzed <br />
<br />
If one is too cautious <br />
she may find herself isolated <br />
with too few conections to resist <br />
the pull of a bottomless pit <br />
<br />
If one finds the mean <br />
there still is no garuntee <br />
their life will be found pleasant <br />
but at least, there is the chance.<br />
<br />
'''Gamble'''<br />
<br />
Open <br />
Close <br />
<br />
A Mind <br />
or a Door <br />
<br />
decide <br />
or leave for others to <br />
<br />
It's all up to you <br />
<br />
weather to play it safe <br />
or throw the dice<br />
<br />
'''Tempest of Fate''' <br />
<br />
Day follows day <br />
as hour by hour <br />
you toil to remember <br />
what you were after. <br />
<br />
You win some <br />
You Lose some <br />
<br />
Between opulence and starvation <br />
you bounce <br />
Fates of the nations mean little to you <br />
On opportunity you, like a cat, pounce <br />
And so learn another feline was after it, too. <br />
<br />
You toss and you turn about in your sleep <br />
Much like you are tossed when awake <br />
seeking any spar, or lover, to hold to <br />
caught within the tempest of fate.<br />
<br />
'''Perconceptions'''<br />
<br />
Am I deep as an ocean <br />
or a shallow puddle? <br />
is my light myown <br />
or merely reflected? <br />
<br />
What tides rule me? <br />
Cause my inner sea to overflow with anger? <br />
Twisting word and deed <br />
into unrecogniseable confusion? <br />
what can be my conclusion?<br />
<br />
'''Realignment'''<br />
<br />
I try to remove this taint on my soul <br />
or perhaps a hole <br />
lingering conncetion to death <br />
it wont go away <br />
though my link be reduced <br />
it is here to stay<br />
<br />
'''Helping Hands'''<br />
<br />
To aid my fellow mortals <br />
how shall I proceed? <br />
Do I sow disaster <br />
with my well meaning deeds? <br />
<br />
If I offer help to you <br />
will you take offense? <br />
or will you take advantage <br />
to harm innocents? <br />
<br />
Yet if I hold back my aid <br />
from fear or prejudice <br />
how can I call myself <br />
anything save knave? <br />
Or coward. <br />
<br />
If I hide in my patch of light <br />
afriad to enter even the slightest shadow <br />
how can I hope to aid <br />
those whose needs are not shallow?<br />
<br />
'''Anticipation'''<br />
<br />
At last the day arrives <br />
to the lake I journey <br />
there to find <br />
my beloved bride <br />
<br />
As many folks as I have known <br />
might be seen to gather <br />
a keleidoscope of color, race, and dispositions <br />
all have crossed the paths of two lives <br />
<br />
Now the time appoaches <br />
and we show the world <br />
that these two hearts <br />
have syncronised <br />
that two lives have joined as one <br />
for all our mortal days<br />
<br />
'''Disapointment'''<br />
<br />
Delays and diversions <br />
seem to be our lot <br />
no matter how we run <br />
there is still more road to trot <br />
<br />
frustration seeps in <br />
accompanied by anger <br />
ruled by fear <br />
that our destination will never near.<br />
<br />
'''Vanishment'''<br />
<br />
You've been gone <br />
for forever and ten days <br />
or so it seems to me <br />
<br />
with your disapearance <br />
lonliness creeps in <br />
it becomes quite the clammor <br />
strikes my heart like the cruelist hammer <br />
<br />
the fear mounts <br />
often making me pout <br />
hiding my wonders <br />
of where to hope for succor<br />
<br />
'''Run Around'''<br />
<br />
Your silence is deafening <br />
enveloping <br />
and terrifying <br />
to me <br />
<br />
without confirmation <br />
my worst hallucenations <br />
spring to mind <br />
unbidden <br />
and wont go away.<br />
<br />
<br />
'''For Love of a Sister''' <br />
<br />
Sister, <br />
cry your tears <br />
but know not fear <br />
of those who love you <br />
<br />
cling to friendships <br />
you hold them dear <br />
and we would never flee your need <br />
nor leave you in the dust strewn road <br />
<br />
Sister, <br />
you needn't seek your path alone <br />
nor must you feel you need atone <br />
our love will be yours always <br />
<br />
the road you are to trod <br />
has not yet been laid <br />
donot be afraid <br />
that its destination is already set <br />
<br />
Sister, <br />
donot force yourself to fit <br />
into any ill-shaped hole <br />
donot take a role <br />
forced on you by others <br />
<br />
Know that while we might not always agree <br />
you still are family <br />
I will always call you <br />
SISTER<br />
<br />
'''Relief'''<br />
<br />
Teardrops fall <br />
blood will boil <br />
Pain and angst and sorrow froath <br />
<br />
Love and Hatred intertwine <br />
like errant strands of hemp and silk <br />
twisting knotting convoluting <br />
untill they become indistiguishable to my eye. <br />
<br />
And then I blink <br />
heave and sob <br />
And all is clear once more.<br />
<br />
<br />
'''Hope and Fear'''<br />
<br />
Hope <br />
all I can do <br />
<br />
Hope <br />
that she returns to me <br />
that the vectors our lives have taken <br />
continue thier intersecting courses <br />
<br />
Hope <br />
that what seemed so certain <br />
has not been made impossible <br />
that we will meet again <br />
<br />
all I can do <br />
Hope <br />
<br />
<br />
Fear <br />
what I feel most strongly <br />
<br />
Fear <br />
the senation that paralyses <br />
leaves me numb after searing pain <br />
<br />
Fear <br />
my heart's breaking once again <br />
shattered pieces impale me like shards of broken crystal <br />
<br />
I strongly feel my <br />
Fear<br />
<br />
'''Seeking'''<br />
<br />
Fled beloved <br />
return to me <br />
can I persist <br />
absent your company? <br />
<br />
Fled beloved <br />
run no more <br />
join me by the lake shore <br />
in the City of Andrinor <br />
<br />
Fled beloved <br />
what would you do <br />
were I to flee <br />
after you?</div>Chilingsworthhttps://wiki.avlis.org/w/index.php?title=Category:Poems&diff=14104Category:Poems2006-07-01T23:47:40Z<p>Chilingsworth: </p>
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[[Grag's Collected Poems]]</div>Chilingsworthhttps://wiki.avlis.org/w/index.php?title=PCs:Grag_Tharashk&diff=18672PCs:Grag Tharashk2006-07-01T02:48:48Z<p>Chilingsworth: /* Early History */</p>
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<div>Name: Grag Tharashk<br><br />
Race: Orc<br><br />
Sex: Male<br><br />
Priest of Cha'reth<br><br />
Novice Student of the [[Guild:ATU|ATU]]<br><br />
Apprentice of the [[Guild:AKN|AKN]]<br><br />
<br />
===Early History===<br />
<br />
As a child of a fairly powerful Dubunat family, Grag was groomed from an early age for the priesthood of Valok. While he proved quite a capable student, he was far, far too restless to accept the rigid authority his teachers tried to impose on him. Because of insubordination, He was judged unlikely to become an ordained member of the priesthood. His family therefore decided to 'marry him off' to a more prominent branch of his family. This took the form of an arranged marriage to his cousin, Delaina Gabek, a half-breed from a union with a moderately strong merchant family in the city of Dormiria.<br />
<br />
<br />
While he had nothing in particular against Delaina, Grag had no desire to have his life directed for him in such a manner. Rather than alert his family to his feelings, which would only allow them time to prepare ways to force him into marriage, he decided to make a fiasco of the wedding. To do this, he studied about spells that, he hoped, would allow him to make the festivities into an occasion for his relatives to become red-faced. He also obtained certain mind-affecting substances to spike the refreshments with and a variety of noise makers.<br />
<br />
<br />
When the day came, Grag was ready. He gave one of the kitchen staff enough gold to buy his services in spiking the refreshments. His spells were prepared, and his noisemakers ready. Before the ceremony, he made sure to eat something so he wouldn't need any of the food offered. As the guests arrived and refreshed themselves, he waited for the drugs to take affect. The drugs he used were of an interesting sort. Rather than having any overt effect, they merely reduced the imbiber's ability to distinguish reality from illusion or to resist mind affecting magic. The drug also made the guests feel euphoric, but this effect was easily blamed on the alcohol in the punch. By the time the ceremony began, everyone, save Grag, was quite intoxicated. The priest got to Grag's cue: "Do you consent to marry this wench, and spread the progeny of Valok?" Grag began as if to utter the ritual response, but then invoked his spell - a spell of fear. The guests, many of whom would normally have resisted his magic easily, were terrified. The bride ran from the altar, losing her skirt and veil in the process. The priest, who was not strongly affected, looked on in confusion. Then Grag took out the noise makers. The clamor he made put the already terrified guests into even more of a panic. After relishing the hysteria for a minute or so, Grag prudently slunk out of the manor in the confusion. Once in the city, it was a relatively small matter to find a ship that was ready to set off. He headed for Mikona. There, he hoped to be accepted by a god with, at the very least, a much smaller stick up his ass than the one up Valok's; Maleki.<br />
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====='''To the Present Day'''====<br />
<br />
[http://www.avlis.org/viewtopic.php?t=60986 Early history source]<br />
<br />
[http://www.avlis.org/viewtopic.php?t=73436 Grag's collected Poems]<br />
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[[Category:PCs|Tharashk]]<br></div>Chilingsworth