Sunday, 15 May 2011

'a Gra' Reformata'

This is a form I created.

Fearless weapon

This elemental kunai lies now burning,
all flamed and polished on the shabby side,
though its toughened state is slowly learning.

Remembering resistance lies unbending,
in bloody strokes, this weapon has been shorn.

While shadows saunter here in tidal churning,
with planetary guidance not seen wide,
this elemental kunai lies now burning.

Stationary now placed slow, unending,
these feudal lords by spirit have been torn.

It takes the hearts of Ladies ever spurning,
in sweeps of blood, and never going wide.
Though its toughened state is slowly learning.

And through its life, memories resending,
The mountains climbed in clouds, are now worn.

Something to it always lies concerning,
that it will always be there to deride.
This elemental kunai lies now burning.

Now soon to realize it was just pretending,
And has been doing so since it was born.

It sheathes itself, while life is gone, adjourning,
a rusted blade, it has so soon just died.
Though its toughened state is slowly learning.

Yes, it learned that wanton life is earning,
Remembering that one time before it lied.
This elemental kunai lies now burning,
Though its toughened state is slowly learning.

Friday, 22 April 2011

Forgotten heroes (25/09/2010)

This one was not a part of the journey.
This one came about on the day of my
Step-grandads funeral. All the lines are
metaphors based around what truly
In lines of five,
they move the trail,
from light into
the dark beyond.
Heading north,
through golden fields.
Transition into
stagnant ponds.
This fortitude
in crisis times,
which noone sees,
through tear so still.
Tree of life?
More roots of death.
The ending of
remains free will.
And though we pass
through lack of home,
and wailers fake
thier cries of grief.
We lose ourselves
among the ways
of sad remorse,
tender relief.
We head into
Halls of the Dead,
where whispers lie
and mourners laugh.
Elegies played,
tears are penned.
Over quickly,
done by halfs.
His spirit moves
into the flames.
No more to say,
body is dust.
Rage replaces,
heightened sadness,
at distant thoughts,
of monetary lust.
Now souls they wander,
these empty Halls
in random numbers.
Avalons grace.
There is no rest
for lonesome heroes.
They are forgotten,
and out of place.

Thursday, 21 April 2011

At the time, an apology (16/09/2010

They came against him in
Numbered enemies, with words of
Reckoning and slandered redemption.
To take his life and forge his
Soul into a bitter edge that
None dared approach for fear of pain
And death and suffering children.
Or so he perceived.

He railed against them in
His anger, hurtful things said
He to them, until his rage
It grew so great, a slab moved
Right over his heart, and once
Again he hated.
They turned away.

They went from him in wondering
Confusion, left him with his
Very thoughts, until his thinking
Seemed all jumbled, and he could
Think of only maddened beasts
In darkened corners of his very soul.
It growled from within.

So he slept, but then awoke, to shining sun
And ice cold heart that he will
Never truly grasp, since he drove
his only friends into the torment
known only as a troubled existence.
Now he’s alone.

And though he’s always been this
Way, it’s what he fears the very
Most, that darkness in his soul
Where lies that cornered beast,
He knows so well.
The beast turns.

And now he sees it clearly
The demon in his soul, is
The hatred he must overcome if ever
He wishes to live a normal life
Of happy wishful thinking.
The future beckons.

And he smiles at the thought
Of overcoming the beast once again.

Wednesday, 20 April 2011

Ponderous Beast (14/10/2010)

And this, is where it all began.

Sitting here in this dark room,
and wondering what the hell?
He's pondering all that's gone before,
he heard the lonely bell.
It rang within his simple mind,
across his bodies core.
A fountain so unique revealing
a strangely pleasant amour.
He tried to deal with how he felt,
but it grew stronger still.
Then when he let it loose one day,
it got so hot until,
it changed into a living beast,
which flew the skies at night.
Flew right to the seas blue charm,
and there it stopped its flight.
It sung its song unto the ocean,
right into its heart.
But the sea was not for he,
his love was torn apart.
So he limped back to his
crippled feelings all in pieces.
And he hopes, no he prays,
this hurting one day ceases.
Even I had no idea where it would lead to on that day in cruel September.

The beginning.

About 6 months back, I realized my poems were taking on a singular approach. Not that they were all sounding the same, or that they lacked any imagination. No, it was that they all contained the same character. A man who was going on a lifelong journey of discovery and heroism.

Of course, me being me, I couldn't just leave it at that, and had to add my own style, and need for originality. So, I crafted my character. I allowed him to become more than he seemed.

He has been to great towers, fought Moths and owls, been rescued by, and in turn rescued angels.
He has been split from his own mind, and turned into a hate-filled loner, and then been reborn as a new entity.

All this happened over six months, and his journey is still continuing.

I hope you all enjoy.

The erstwhile properties of 'a Gra'.

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I am 'a Gra'. The truth is, nothing. I am the master of my own design, the Lord of my future, the Soul of my... Ah, to Hell with it. I'm a poet. And a good one according to others.