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Discussion in 'Poetry and Lyrics' started by Keyblade Master Roxas, Mar 15, 2010.

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  1. Keyblade Master Roxas

    Keyblade Master Roxas Shake the Core.

    Thy Bloom Awakens Spring

    13 November
    Corpus Christi, Texas


    Thou stir my blood in ways I thought I'd lost,
    Forgotten mysteries of heart & soul,
    Buried cold tomb for fear of love's despair,
    Old wounds raw bled soul's innocence once young,—

    Prevented feelings new blossoming Spring,
    With charmed yellow-green hues emblazoned pink,
    Late flowering of possibilities,

    Rain's showering of hope from sky to earth,
    To slow begin sure melting of hard snows,
    Allowing bird and bee flight's pollinate.​
     
  2. Keyblade Master Roxas

    Keyblade Master Roxas Shake the Core.

    Death and Love

    24 November 2005
    Corpus Christi, Texas


    The gods know not true passion's thrall,
    For infinite they dwell their lives,
    No fear of end and its sharp cut,
    One blow dividing life and death,—

    A moment that could come in sleep,
    Or catch us in our ecstasy,
    Removes us from sun's brightest glow,
    And sends us to a nether dark,—

    But love,—that life above our life,
    Can give us death more permanent,
    Cast us sudden from Paradise,
    Into a daily Hell of gray.​
     
  3. Keyblade Master Roxas

    Keyblade Master Roxas Shake the Core.

    Burnt

    9 December 2005

    Santo Domingo

    Slow simmers carbon under earth mantle,

    A burning that consumes everything green,

    Slow ash gray smoke winds through clarity's void,

    Suffused with heat suppressed inside hid womb,

    But in premeditation's careful plan,

    Each branch stacked in piled inferno seared turns,

    Into a charcoal that will burn again,

    Compressed black energy that glows blood red,

    When breath and spark inspire a flame to rise.​
     
  4. Keyblade Master Roxas

    Keyblade Master Roxas Shake the Core.

    Far Inspiration

    9 December 2005

    Santo Domingo


    O,—words, so magical enchanting soul,

    Into a dream eons of fabled gold,

    ¿What man would not his armor then remove,

    When queen of alabaster moon demure,

    Sings nightingale her melancholy song?

    Upon fair visage magical man's heart,

    Can but abrupt cease palpitations beat,

    Cast into stasis mesmerized by her,

    Of hair cascading auburn as fall trees,

    On meadows green where female musk falls dew,

    Allowing his blood's course only one choice,

    To flow with passion unrelenting forth,

    Til all his strife becomes consumed in flame,

    Surrounding passions of enfolding arms,

    When sun is mantled by moon's harmony,—

    Surrendering completely all his love.​
     
  5. Keyblade Master Roxas

    Keyblade Master Roxas Shake the Core.

    Wavering Flame

    28 November 2005
    AA 783 to Miami

    I look at all of them with dim desire,
    I've kissed past lipstick and mascara's flesh,
    To lap sweet taste of female musk and sweat,

    Igniting exothermic chemistry,
    Fireworks of groin's desire and mating urge,
    Incandescent auroras of delight,—

    But, in this sear of autumn passion still,
    Red glowing embers warm without scorching,
    And in the waning light of this old fire,

    It's hard to discern features that are true,
    Difficult in sunlight and in this dark,
    A task appears impossibly remote,—

    But heart knows how it'll recognize fair love,
    For love can only come with surety,—
    Its needs so deep Faith covers all life's doubts,

    As snow blankets Fall's trodden leaves dark brown,
    As Spring erupts beneath wide seas of white,
    As Summer welds Spring's passion to full seed.​
     
  6. Keyblade Master Roxas

    Keyblade Master Roxas Shake the Core.

    Cat's Paw

    30 November 2005
    Santo Domingo


    So Siamese your eyes with slits of blue,
    But no man dares gaze long into their skies,
    For fear of scalpel sharp claws 'neath soft pads,

    Protruding barely from their hiding place,
    A scabbard that much use has seen before,
    Unconscious their deployment and swift blows,

    Tearing into red shreds some poor man's heart,—
    Fond catnip toy you kept awhile for play,
    Amusement in its tortured agonies,

    A love professed profound and ultimate,
    Is but small furry rodent to tease on,
    Discarded soon for livelier fresh prey,—

    After some preening and straightening of fur,
    Then gentle licking of iron-blood taste,
    Leaves fang and claw pristine for their next catch.​
     
  7. Keyblade Master Roxas

    Keyblade Master Roxas Shake the Core.

    Little Bubble

    18 December 2005
    Corpus Christi, Texas


    O,—that small bubble that caressed Thy skin,—
    Rose in perfumed waters of fulfillment,
    Born to brief instant of delight and joy,
    Midst sensations of caress and touch,—

    Asking nothing in return for rising,
    In soft subtle pressured Lethe's waters,—
    All's forgiven with moon kisses fleeting,
    Gossamer of pleasure and sensation,—

    Warm balm to Thy soul that meets its longing,
    In a veil of warmth surrounding softly,
    Heated oil glistening on every pore,
    In fay's ecstasy of love and caring,—

    O,—¿What man would free, not that moment choose,
    To loose his soul and give it all to Thee?
    A goddess bathing in her purity,—
    A nymph that spry in life's clear waters plays.​
     
  8. Keyblade Master Roxas

    Keyblade Master Roxas Shake the Core.

    Vows of Yes

    18 December 2005
    Corpus Christi, Texas

    No,—not There, for in that dark,—misplaced Heart,
    Can never more its dreams of love attain,
    When Faith is banished with a curse of hate,
    And soft remorse can never more regain.

    No,—not Then, for in that time,—misspent hours,
    Can never more their fleeing moments gain,
    And all life's storm,—that will never abate,
    Filling every void enduring with pain.

    No,—not That, for in that soul,—misshaped clay,
    Can never more from bitterness abstain,
    While poor heart flutters in its agitate,
    Leaving all hope's dreams one bleary red stain.

    No,—not Thee, for one new day,—misplaced Love,
    Will once again its bloom of Spring regain,
    Without a need for mind to cogitate,
    And all those No's into a Yes pertain.​
     
  9. Keyblade Master Roxas

    Keyblade Master Roxas Shake the Core.

    How lone and cold Winter

    5 January 2006
    Corpus Christi, Texas


    I am jealous of Winter and His arms,
    That White wrap themselves around Your soft warmth,—
    I am jealous of His storms so careless,
    That blow past You and throw Your hair up wild,—

    I am jealous of that Force icy cold,
    That unknowing covers all Your small steps,—
    I am jealous of the months He endures,
    That I alone must patient wait for You,—

    But I know round Earth will tilt and He'll fade,
    Taking all his brutish mannerisms,—
    And I know green Spring will sprout with sunshine,
    Making all grey skies turn to one bright blue,—

    So in land of sun and sand I'll await,
    For clear Zephyr singing new melodies,—
    Ringing forth that Winter's reign is ended,—
    And frozen passes to Your heart are freed.​
     
  10. Keyblade Master Roxas

    Keyblade Master Roxas Shake the Core.

    Love's Loss

    6 January 2006
    Corpus Christi, Texas


    Irreversible was love's entropy,
    With strange ally, Time, wrapping in mists,
    'Til unrecognizable became heart,
    Lost deep in false illusions of sweet Thou,—

    ¿If we could have foreseen that love's road lay,
    Through impenetrable marsh and swampland,
    Would we have forfeited our journey's joy?
    For though miserable sloshing through mud,—

    Thou,—object of desire,—drew us onwards,—
    Past catastrophic breaks in brown earth's crust,
    Through precipices falling steep to Hell,
    'Cross river's currents irresistible,

    To that dreamt Eden we hoped dwelt in Thee,—
    But so ephemeral was that hoped wish,
    In youth we would have wailed Time's passage brief,
    Reclusive,—unforgiving mortal days,—

    And all the hours we seemed to waste away,
    When energy's fulgor shone bright at noon,
    'Til twilight drew its curtain upon love,—
    ¿What could we do,—but shy, open our soul?​
     
  11. Keyblade Master Roxas

    Keyblade Master Roxas Shake the Core.

    Naufragio

    6 January 2006
    Corpus Christi, Texas


    Beyond love's wreckage we must sail onwards,
    ¿How were we to know where shoal waters lay,—
    The measure of our plumb line left adrift,
    Once we believed our bark sailed open seas?

    Now,—as we look upon splintered chaos,
    We recognize reality's bare rocks,
    Discolored waters shining eerily,
    Should have been enough of discouragement,
    To make us seek other routes to heart's shore,

    But we,—stubborn,—direction persisted,
    Pushing 'til limits crashed upon frail hull,
    So now,—thrashing shark infested waters,
    We ponder upon folly's disaster,
    While swearing to never repeat this fate,
    We ready in our mind love's next voyage.​
     
  12. Keyblade Master Roxas

    Keyblade Master Roxas Shake the Core.

    Three Quatrains About Thee

    22 December 2006

    ATA 4226


    I heard Thou whisper as if in a dream,
    Thy voice soft sultry residue of cream,
    But I awoke from sleep's sweet reverie,—
    Love's flying illusion,—silver moon beam.



    I was that pauper that one night begged Thee,
    A bit of solace in Thy heart to free,
    But seems Thou thought the price too dear to pay,
    Now with envy all life's joy Thou do see.



    I need not understand gravity waves,
    Or even latest fads everyone raves,
    To know the laws of attraction are strange,—
    & Love can quick make of our hearts mere slaves.​
     
  13. Keyblade Master Roxas

    Keyblade Master Roxas Shake the Core.

    Back-&-Forth

    29 December 2005
    Sunnyside Queen, New York


    We think we want love and togetherness,
    Yet solitude dwells in such happiness,
    ¿How can we reconcile these wide extremes,—
    With heart's illusion always in a swoon?

    Selfishness holds us individual,
    Or, some neurotic urge for permanence,
    That can't withstand another's changing ways,
    Or, chaos seemingly random they bring,—

    ¿Where does deep rift in character exist,—
    That first draws us one way, then,—the other?
    ¿Can only death stop this pendulum swing?
    ¿Is it just cowardice prefers alone,—
    Or, will Thy love, demure, calm all these doubts?​
     
  14. Keyblade Master Roxas

    Keyblade Master Roxas Shake the Core.

    Strewn Petals

    1 February 2006
    Corpus Christi, Texas


    Este favor yo pediría,—
    Que corazón no sufriría,
    Al llenarse de alegría,—
    Pues verte,—todo desearía.

    Un canto se elevaría,—
    Unidas almas llevaría,
    Hasta nubes escondería,
    Y el sol siempre brillaría.

    Que sueño tan brillante duerme,
    Pues azul ya no puede verme,—
    Cuando luna pestañe su luz,
    Rezaré,—nuestros caminos,—cruz.​
     
  15. Keyblade Master Roxas

    Keyblade Master Roxas Shake the Core.

    New Moon With Kisses Hid

    3 February 2006
    Corpus Christi, Texas


    in that embrace in which i lost all cares,
    warmth filled with breath of thy divine perfume,
    pure melodies so soft of whispered dreams,
    that flew from earth to sun on shafts of blue.

    permit me to again ruffle thy hair,
    with gentle feelings of one passing life,
    that like morn's dew touched thy rose petal silk,
    then pulled by gravity fell into ground.

    had not the moon fled new into night's dark,
    it would have been a torch to light thy face,
    and nothing more would this enthrallment hold,
    but joy in destiny of given heart.​
     
  16. Keyblade Master Roxas

    Keyblade Master Roxas Shake the Core.

    of love is all we know

    6 February 2006
    Corpus Christi, Texas


    so much to do,—and all infinity,
    if we could grasp as gods the end of time,
    ¿would we then find our own divinity,—
    or, would we realize it's all a mime,—
    or, just some wild cosmic conspiracy?

    it's hard to tell with any certainty,
    without our questions sounding like a whine,
    how much of It is true reality,
    especially when we dine with fine wine,
    and after supper show literacy;

    we're apt to display all our heresy,
    directly without being quite sublime,
    for limited our sensibility,
    experience flees our narrow paradigm,
    making short shrift of our false probity,—

    ¿what's left?—but, to deal love with courtesy,
    while rays of light from yellow sun do shine,
    upon our short-lived, fleeting misery,
    so laugh then dear and be my valentine,
    for, of the rest, there is no surety.​
     
  17. Keyblade Master Roxas

    Keyblade Master Roxas Shake the Core.

    There's Always Time for Hope

    6 February 2006
    Corpus Christi, Texas


    we dream in mystic terms of mythic love,
    ¿must pyrrhic be heart's victory hard won?
    o—if we'd only known jaguar god's sacrifice,
    perhaps then our fire offering would be,
    eternal abstinence of soul & mind;

    how easily rain's mood bring kisses forth,
    or, sunshine with its brightness an embrace,
    storm's lighting sparks passion with its thunder,
    and, moon's refraction tenderly inspires;
    for every season our content conspires,

    and, every age our body longs for touch,
    those songs that breath upsurge from soul to soul,
    or words that with their fancy heart delight,
    for this there's always a moment of hope,
    for this, there's always, a moment of joy.​
     
  18. Keyblade Master Roxas

    Keyblade Master Roxas Shake the Core.

    Something Will Surely Be Our End

    9 February 2006
    Corpus Christi, Texas


    If ever you think life's not worth living,
    That all's done for and there's no more hope left,
    Since gray and dark have loomed to fill all light,
    Leaving shadows upon each step you take,
    Filling with cold penumbral dark each day;

    Don't worry dear I've got some great news here,
    Gaia has got a radioactive core,
    Left from an ancient explosion in space,—
    Roiling in circles round a new formed sun,
    It formed a ball that then became our home;

    Just a few billion years,—that's all my dear,
    Hot magma formed a mantle shell outside,
    Slowly emanating its heat outwards,
    As entropy and chemistry evolved,
    Into this complex thing that we call life;

    But now's the better part of history,
    That from contingency we should think this,
    Our little minds preoccupied with cares,
    Tend to forget stern time continues on,
    Developing a future with harsh terms;

    Our sun is building a fiery climax,
    As fission creates newer elements,
    That will one day seminally explode,
    Hurling radioactive detritus,—
    Cooling one day to form new earths and moons;

    But worse the news that I must tell you now,
    For climate change is a reality,
    There is no stasis in God's universe,
    Ice ages have rolled over entire worlds,
    And, Venus is a hothouse boiling all;

    These little facts can sanguine make our day,—
    That violent ending humans won't escape,—
    So if our species doomed to extinction,
    Should chant in myths about a loving God,
    Or in peyote dreams imagine Death;

    As something other than Entropy's win,
    Why we can sure have a long laugh at this:
    Our giggles filling up the starry night,—
    With kisses coy as we sip our short life,—
    For surely Thy embrace immortal is.​
     
  19. Keyblade Master Roxas

    Keyblade Master Roxas Shake the Core.

    Some Thoughts on Storms

    19 February 2006
    Corpus Christi, Texas


    so small the choices that we make each day,
    accumulating like white flakes on brown,
    a coverlet that imperceptibly,
    surrounds our daily life without warning,—

    so softly it crept upon our shoulders,
    in increments of moments that were days,
    a tip-toe passage through our memory,
    reveals we didn't notice their descent,—

    yet I know that others have felt this too,
    this feeling that life insulates our soul,
    with bindings of a steel we cannot break,
    that isolate each one of us to Self,—

    ¿what hope have we, but to call Sun in Faith,
    to melt these glaciers that have formed inside,
    while life's inscrutable storms have raged on?
    for Spring's beginnings lead to Summer's warmth.​
     
  20. Keyblade Master Roxas

    Keyblade Master Roxas Shake the Core.

    No More Dreams of Thee

    19 February 2006
    Corpus Christi, Texas


    ¿Who was I dreaming of who sweetly spoke,
    Of Love's eternity in mortal time?
    ¿Why did she so suddenly disappear,
    Like moon rainbow's shine, in some distant sea?

    ¿Can it be this long suffered Winter's spell,—
    Determines sure that no more Spring shall green?
    It's no great loss to all eternity,
    That our little soul should wander alone,—

    ¿Is there not music to brighten up heart?
    ¿Are there not great minds still living in books?
    Yes,—Yes,—every distraction still exists,—
    It's just that heart is a bit hard to please.​
     
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