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Desire’s Command
- Desire’s Command -
Following nights of shadow and gray mist,
The winds made melody in kindred music…
To match the madness that my spirit kissed:
When I heard what lay beyond it so melodic!
Beyond the cacophony, beyond the winds,
Past clouds and night and the hour darkest…
My mind knows what there none other finds.
I alone hath eyes to see, and I do feel unrest,
Because knowledge is always with its’ cost.
The winds cannot pay it, nor can the stars…
All distant suns that on cloudy nights art lost.
We pay, because we canst bear the scars…
Which knowledge imposes, upon the soul!
Like writing poetry, upon one’s own flesh…
Each word in blood, beyond one’s control,
Creating the world from ashes, ever afresh.
For me, each day so brings a new creation,
Every new sunrise means when I awaken…
I must look for all the wonder in civilization.
If I find it not evident then it must be taken!
Making something from nothing, ever new,
So there is something to find wonder about.
What heart was it: from which desire grew,
In me, to ease old pains, fears, and doubt?
I desire more wonder, than I hath beheld…
In what passes for civilization in this world!
Ask me what it was like, and how it so felt,
My pain that first upon this path so hurtled:
The soul within me that grows so restless…
That grows weary of this fell dreary season.
My desire hath become a thing relentless…
And before its’ power I will do no treason.
For to betray oneself is to be a traitor dire!
I must be true to my nature, however mad,
Civilization be damned, come flood or fire.
Desire, is like a wish we crave most bad…
Some crave money, power and crude lust.
I crave love and freedom, with no bounds,
So I can live and laugh, even into the dust!
I hear the wind’s music, know the sounds.
Why is it so simple: to dispel the darkness,
I see in others, but hard to dispel my own?
This world seems falling far into madness…
Like fangs biting deep and hitting the bone!
Each bite falls where it may, as desire wills.
Some desire to dance with wanton insanity,
Even as a hunter desires the blood of kills…
Whilst, the pious abandon of their sanctity!
But such as they cannot create from naught,
The sort of art that I wouldst paint colorful:
Upon the world, to achieve what is sought.
What I seek, which is something beautiful!
Every night I prepare for the day to come,
Longing for the sun, of a season far better.
Desire fuels all things, good and evil done,
Or thought, or said, freed of every fetter…
And so, I must unchain my spirit, likewise.
Let the wind howl, for its’ time is at hand!
As this dark season hastens to its’ demise,
I will heed my desire, follow its’ command.
Following nights of shadow and gray mist,
The winds made melody in kindred music…
To match the madness that my spirit kissed:
When I heard what lay beyond it so melodic!
Beyond the cacophony, beyond the winds,
Past clouds and night and the hour darkest…
My mind knows what there none other finds.
I alone hath eyes to see, and I do feel unrest,
Because knowledge is always with its’ cost.
The winds cannot pay it, nor can the stars…
All distant suns that on cloudy nights art lost.
We pay, because we canst bear the scars…
Which knowledge imposes, upon the soul!
Like writing poetry, upon one’s own flesh…
Each word in blood, beyond one’s control,
Creating the world from ashes, ever afresh.
For me, each day so brings a new creation,
Every new sunrise means when I awaken…
I must look for all the wonder in civilization.
If I find it not evident then it must be taken!
Making something from nothing, ever new,
So there is something to find wonder about.
What heart was it: from which desire grew,
In me, to ease old pains, fears, and doubt?
I desire more wonder, than I hath beheld…
In what passes for civilization in this world!
Ask me what it was like, and how it so felt,
My pain that first upon this path so hurtled:
The soul within me that grows so restless…
That grows weary of this fell dreary season.
My desire hath become a thing relentless…
And before its’ power I will do no treason.
For to betray oneself is to be a traitor dire!
I must be true to my nature, however mad,
Civilization be damned, come flood or fire.
Desire, is like a wish we crave most bad…
Some crave money, power and crude lust.
I crave love and freedom, with no bounds,
So I can live and laugh, even into the dust!
I hear the wind’s music, know the sounds.
Why is it so simple: to dispel the darkness,
I see in others, but hard to dispel my own?
This world seems falling far into madness…
Like fangs biting deep and hitting the bone!
Each bite falls where it may, as desire wills.
Some desire to dance with wanton insanity,
Even as a hunter desires the blood of kills…
Whilst, the pious abandon of their sanctity!
But such as they cannot create from naught,
The sort of art that I wouldst paint colorful:
Upon the world, to achieve what is sought.
What I seek, which is something beautiful!
Every night I prepare for the day to come,
Longing for the sun, of a season far better.
Desire fuels all things, good and evil done,
Or thought, or said, freed of every fetter…
And so, I must unchain my spirit, likewise.
Let the wind howl, for its’ time is at hand!
As this dark season hastens to its’ demise,
I will heed my desire, follow its’ command.
Published 11th Dec 2014
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11th Dec 2014 6:25pm
My oh my! This poem so deep and dark yet so powerful and everything I can love about this poem. It is beautiful like the photo. I have a book, "Dawn Before Darkness." I love the book even though its a vampire one but still I enjoyed reading it and this poem. The words are beautiful and well put. Thank you for sharing this poem with us dear Mother. Your doing an amazing job as you always do. ^^
14th Dec 2014 10:15pm
Hey there, Lilly! Super glad you liked this poem of mine, and that you totally enjoyed the deep and dark aspects of it. I was on a bit of a Gothic poetry kick when I wrote it, and a lot of that type of dark beauty that is so unique and lovely about that genre is what I was attempting to create in these little verses of mine. I'm thrilled to see it turned out as well as I had hoped it would! Thanks for the encouragement too, daughter, its' totally appreciated big time. :D
11th Dec 2014 11:08pm
And so, I must unchain my spirit, likewise.
Let the wind howl, for its’ time is at hand!
When it's time to ride the cycle another life lived gone; a new adventure is anticipated. Good read as usual dear Jessica.:) epic.
Let the wind howl, for its’ time is at hand!
When it's time to ride the cycle another life lived gone; a new adventure is anticipated. Good read as usual dear Jessica.:) epic.
Thanks, Grace! So happy you too liked my poem. This one is pretty much my usual deep, dark Gothic type of writing, and that couple of lines you quoted there are part of the more powerful aspects of this poem. They don't just refer to when we die though, they also refer to a metaphorical unchaining of the spirit, of the sort that happens when we just cut loose in life and hold nothing back, but go with our hearts and do what we desire rather than what people tell us to... like being an individual rather than following the crowd. Although, of course, the reader is always free to interpret things in the poem as they see it too. That's the beauty of poetry, my dear, dear friend, is that it sings uniquely and differently to each of us! :)
