'a Gra' Reformata'

This is a form I created.

Enjoy.

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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.

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
happened.
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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.

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.

Ponderous Beast (14/10/2010)

And this, is where it all began.
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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.
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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.