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Kou_Indigo (Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton)
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How does one wipe blindness from vision?

Dragonyear
Fire of Insight
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Poetry Contest

Your family is in a cage they cannot comprehend and you have seen the man behind the curtain and must convince them of the illousion
Watch this 13 minute documentary and write from the perspective it suggests. Your family is mind controlled and you are funding genocide and war with your taxes. How do you unplug from the matrix and how do you reconnect with nature, how can you show others their invisible shackles?

Any length and style

judged primarily on creativity

http://youtu.be/Xbp6umQT58A

Grace
IDryad
Tyrant of Words
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Briefly Shift the Curtain

Coming to my senses I this man a father a brother a son
most of all a governor of this distant province
needing to know what to do, to see to feel
should I in intricate words, pompous oratory
let my people know the truth they thought they knew

for to see the distortions in all that I believed in
that I should align myself to this other clan
oh knaves they were or so I thought
so benign, bowing to my words, I who thunders
when I so wish, O that I could thunder now

yet our youth are growing less in our settlements
they follow the new warriors, leaders to conquer
other territories for their gain, o’ imprudent me
though glory thoughts do  tug my very soul
should my people be mere food growers and foragers

they promise glory of conquer of blood and kills
such that excite youth yet they forget their duties
to protect their own, their land their settlement
conquer them in the fields yet leave us vulnerable
my people know the alliance sacrifice their sons

they look to me for solution to curtail the slaughter
of their innocents in fields fuelled by tales of glory  
farm boys chanting slogans they don’t understand
to evoke fear from their enemies, who though laugh
at the puny youngsters walking akimbo in death fields

I do have a sense of self, of pride and self-worth
I stand this day upon my words and tell the lords
of war and plunder that I will contribute no more
I will die I fear and others will continue
But I swear I will say to them ‘no more’

the distant province is no more, M’Lord
there was carnage, but there is no more rebels
all will hearken unto your words
as King of the land, for the Governor is no more
his head on a stake at the village square
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Kou_Indigo
Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 15th Sep 2011
Forum Posts: 2784

- Reckoning -

“To tear at the very veil of all creation…
Rending it aside to gaze madly beyond!
Such thoughts of the darkest jubilation,
Are amongst those of which I am fond.
Have I not rent asunder such barriers?
Mine eyes, have they not seen through!
There is more to the universe than stars.
Pleasures wait for myself and for you…
We can, even from Heaven, seize them.
One third of the angels: hears my voice!
The self-righteous will hate and condemn.
But we have the freedom of our choice!
No gods can keep us from our destiny…
So, be steeled, and ready to follow me!”

Part One: Wreaths of Flame

In wreaths of flame, kissed by horror’s lips,
My soul was scarred by cruelty so careless…
That it seemed casual, arbitrary, as nothing!
Thoughtless, were those from who oft slips,
The words that wound, with such distress…
That my voice is silenced, before I can sing!
My soul is like a butterfly, desiring freedom.
I long to let forth an aria so proudly fierce…
That Heaven’s most loftily remote kingdom,
Might be moved by my song, to fallen tears.
I know no god who cares for its’ offspring,
No grand paradise, not build from blood…
The skulls of my kindred held up in offering!
I remember when they perished in the flood,
Caused by those who served tyranny foul…
Not mandated by Heaven, but by baseness.
Mankind is yet filled, with those who prowl,
To prey on we who are different and caress:
Ideals that those who hurt me cannot fathom.
It was but hatred that felled ancient Sodom!

Part Two: Karmic Retribution

Shall I pity they who hate me, turn a cheek,
Only to have it struck again only far harder?
Nay, not this time shall I play a lamb: weak…
Fit for slaughtering and thence for the larder!
I shall be the lion foretold; I shall stand fast,
A goddess made into flesh, a warrior queen.
I shall reach forth into the depths of my past,
And conjure forth the divine spark so keen…
That it shall pierce and slash all wickedness!
Such a reckoning as only divinity can wreak,
And words shall carry forth in blessedness…
The wrath that those who hurt me ever seek!
I need not weapons to wound, only my truth.
For falseness is the mire in which evil swims,
And my truth is something it can never undo.
My birth was the moment when thus begins,
The redemption of the kindred suppressed…
By all they as claimed, to speak for Heaven!
Let false prophets and fools be confessed,
Before that judge, that is karmic retribution.

Part Three: Blessed Liberation

They who tore the wings from my lily back…
Those same will know the agony of abysses,
Blacker than old night, dark as deadest eyes!
Hell, is not twisted or horrid enough a crack.
And they will know of embraces and kisses…
As they wallow in suffering under ashen skies,
Which poison the blood and flay off the flesh.
They drank of this when speaking only hate…
And they coveted it, by causing pains afresh.
For all self-righteous bigots, it is far too late!
When my spirit was roused to anger, so hot,
That my eyes beheld old torments long gone.
It was then that was born in my very thought,
The genesis of liberation that is hardest won.
I will fight; I will crusade even to the gates…
Barred by seraphic slaves to blind devotions.
My draconic fury will blaze until it then sates,
The anguish I feel, to be drowned in oceans!
In seas of crimson tears, fallen from my soul.
When all is over, I shall the blessed console!

Part Four: Consummated Dawn

I bring not the reckoning the evil ones crave,
For no lady seeks conflict, nor runs in fear…
From the duty to her kindred and her faithful!
It was cruelty first birthed it, madly depraved,
And it is foolish hatred that brings it ever near.
The blades that pierced me are now long dull!
All I asked was love and understanding pure,
But where was happiness, where was peace?
As I seek it still, my heart so far less demure,
I wonder if all my ancient torments will cease.
No bashful child, but an imperious empress…
Thus have I been changed with years passing!
I am she, who is mother, daughter: temptress.
And I am the one who will sing forth laughing!
Stand with me now, faithful hearts I do love…
And beyond the storm shall be our new calm.
I offered a knowledge I carried from above…
My gifts to mankind were as a soothing balm.
But the past is dust, whilst I remain to create,
A dawn that only pure love may consummate!

Kou_Indigo
Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton
Tyrant of Words
United States 68awards
Joined 15th Sep 2011
Forum Posts: 2784

- A Perfect Ideal -

In a truly perfect world, there would not be any need,
For cruel and bloody wars, fought over petty greed!
All peoples would join together in joy and brotherhood,
And the knowledge of the ages could be understood.
Is what we have lost worth the little some seek to gain,
When they give in to hatred, empowering only pain?
The scars we all carry, either without or deep within,
Cannot ever be healed by intolerance’s perpetual sin!
The collective and subconscious dreams of humanity,
IF we continue like this, they shall never come to be.
We cannot crucify our messiahs, and martyr every saint,
And expect to escape from our own cruelty’s dire taint.
How dare we ask our gods to, our petty evils forgive!
When we will not allow ourselves, in peace, to so live.
The wickedest devils do, in our own hearts yet dwell,
Worse: than any found even in the deep fires of Hell.
What we call sinful, the gods do laugh at long on high,
Wondering what hypocritical creatures we are, to so lie.
In the name of righteousness innocents perish for naught,
Slain by our own belief in the falsehoods we have wrought.
Each generation maintain that it is better than all before,
Whilst leading itself astray, yet one prejudiced step more.
How wicked: hath become the perverse mind of man…
To say that cruelty of any kind is part of any divine plan!
No god asks for so many horrors to keep taking place,
In order to so glorify its’ unquestionable and vain grace.
What god doth require the blood and souls of the dead?
When the living are better suited to serve divinity instead.
Why look forward to the day when the world might end,
When we can build a heaven on Earth no evil can rend?
Why must Paradise be so far beyond a mortal’s reach!
That we should content ourselves with illusions we teach.
A doctrine that is true, practices peace and well as love,
In harmony with the will of Heaven as it really is above.
Never presume to speak for the gods to which ye bow!
Ye forget the past, forsake the future: destroy the now.
A king can rule no proper kingdom under all the stars…
If he builds it upon blood, and upon sorrow’s sad scars!
Ashes and bones are not subjects fit to be: ever ruled…
To make any empire in that way is by evil to be fooled.
Fire and terror do not make the green trees to grow,
Oppression and fear do not cause the waters to flow.
Desecration and persecution do not help winds to blow,
Brutality and ignorance do not add to what we know.
In harmony with nature, and together we may as one,
Perhaps yet live as the gods intended, lest all be undone.
Creation was founded upon a word and by a will divine,
Yet we break faith with powers even older than all time!
To be a perfect people, we need a more perfect ideal,
If the wounds of humanity are ever to with mercy heal.
Love is the answer, and understanding is the simple key,
By which we might unlock the glory of a noble destiny.
I present a better ideal here, for all peoples to pursue,
In the name of divinity, and all that is goodly and true!
But also of humanity, forsaken by itself for so very long,
Remember thyself and join me in a more beautiful song.

poet Anonymous

Sector 12


My arm disappeared today
as if into fog but into thin air
for a moment I could step right through
and three fourths of me did for a minute

I can see a stargate when
I close my eyes
and I'll take you there
take you through
they've all been waiting on me to
come to you and bring us through
home to where our games began

imagine

that what we see and hear isn't real
the way we can't see the signal come in
on the television, the computer
but nevertheless  it's all there

and something about a church tumbling
black stones falling and nations crumbling
armageddon coming
says the program might have played too long

because nobody is returning
and if we can't remember the illusion
it's like a dream
where if you die after falling and hit bottom
you're really dead

follow me home
the only thing here is illusion
watch my arm disappear

Kou_Indigo
Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton
Tyrant of Words
United States 68awards
Joined 15th Sep 2011
Forum Posts: 2784

I am so very honored to have been chosen as the winner for this fascinating contest! So many good poems here, everyone did super well. Thanks so much, for picking mine! See everyone next contest. :D

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