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Out of Night's Embraces
- Out of Night's Embraces -
Out of night's embraces, the universe cries out as wouldst a woman in travails of birth!
Didst thou not hear the crying of the dragons, from out the shadows of a primeval time?
I was there when they yet flew on warm winds, in the jungles of a past grown forgotten.
Now they slumber, waiting, to awaken when the stars art in conjunctions passing rare...
Thou could not count the centuries, nor comprehend the greater design in all its' worth!
When I sat enthroned, in dark majesty, as the eldest civilizations' infancy was yet nigh.
Long before the rise of the children of the stars, or the firstborn of those called human...
In the chaos that predated all, there I made the genesis of my kingdom, as I might dare!
When the light tires of its' tyrannous designs, and all the children of the night thus rise,
And in every heart there plays discordant themes that were outside a creator's making...
My hand having wrote the symphony of darkness that will usher in the hour of change.
Weep not for the world that was, pine not for the illusions of the bondage of all spirits,
For by severing the old chains, thou wilt be set free from servitude, and the past's lies...
When the old order hath passed into memory, and its' adherents are sent all a quaking.
Walk with me then into the new time, to a world of our crafting, beautiful and strange!
The stars know not the hour, nor the wisest of gods, as it shall come as is thus seen fit.
I speak not of anarchic madness, the lunacy that comes when as animals people riot...
Nor speak I of fancies born of lunacy, the sort of drivel chanted by those who so rave.
Mine eyes hath looked upon the coursing of time; they beheld its' countless branches,
Every branch a future to choose, to make real as one might so deign, to paint a scene!
All living hands can create the art they wish to see, to shatter even a dull age's quiet...
To sweep away the dreams of those who dream only in muted hues, with but a wave.
Every branch to form a greater tree even as the old world tree falls before our dances,
Restoring all to chaos, so a less cold order might like the very stars above, so gleam!
When, was the last time that thou didst laugh, with joy and wonder at all so magical?
Let not, the ones who govern callously, steal from thee thy capacity to know elation...
For, their time is but a brief one, in the larger mural that was painted at time's dawn.
It was raised ere was the first light of the sun yet shone, upon a world just born new!
Every day we craft fresh paints with which to extend a work of art seeming illogical,
Yet there is method beyond the surface of the canvas, far beyond the noblest station.
In my kingdom is a crown for every worthy head, where none art made a low pawn,
And, for every artist is a reward beyond gold, where each work is given its' fair due!
The phoenix knows not, the moment when is come its' resplendent transformation...
Yet, for this was it first created, made ready for new fires to frame reborn brilliance.
Covet not the raiment of thy fellows, but stand apart in solidarity with thy freedom!
Out of the void to which we hath been exiled, we shalt soar with wings resplendent.
We art children of the flame, not beholden to the boundaries of any ruler or nation...
Take comfort in thy uniqueness for within its' likeness is the breaking of all silence.
A beautiful rainbow shines eternally, over the skies that sit above my fair kingdom!
Every color a fresh creation, in an endless harmony that shalt become transcendent.
Out of night's embraces, the universe cries out as times of change demand strength,
Until peace is wrenched from the final battlefield, and time hath wound its' length!
Out of night's embraces, the universe cries out as wouldst a woman in travails of birth!
Didst thou not hear the crying of the dragons, from out the shadows of a primeval time?
I was there when they yet flew on warm winds, in the jungles of a past grown forgotten.
Now they slumber, waiting, to awaken when the stars art in conjunctions passing rare...
Thou could not count the centuries, nor comprehend the greater design in all its' worth!
When I sat enthroned, in dark majesty, as the eldest civilizations' infancy was yet nigh.
Long before the rise of the children of the stars, or the firstborn of those called human...
In the chaos that predated all, there I made the genesis of my kingdom, as I might dare!
When the light tires of its' tyrannous designs, and all the children of the night thus rise,
And in every heart there plays discordant themes that were outside a creator's making...
My hand having wrote the symphony of darkness that will usher in the hour of change.
Weep not for the world that was, pine not for the illusions of the bondage of all spirits,
For by severing the old chains, thou wilt be set free from servitude, and the past's lies...
When the old order hath passed into memory, and its' adherents are sent all a quaking.
Walk with me then into the new time, to a world of our crafting, beautiful and strange!
The stars know not the hour, nor the wisest of gods, as it shall come as is thus seen fit.
I speak not of anarchic madness, the lunacy that comes when as animals people riot...
Nor speak I of fancies born of lunacy, the sort of drivel chanted by those who so rave.
Mine eyes hath looked upon the coursing of time; they beheld its' countless branches,
Every branch a future to choose, to make real as one might so deign, to paint a scene!
All living hands can create the art they wish to see, to shatter even a dull age's quiet...
To sweep away the dreams of those who dream only in muted hues, with but a wave.
Every branch to form a greater tree even as the old world tree falls before our dances,
Restoring all to chaos, so a less cold order might like the very stars above, so gleam!
When, was the last time that thou didst laugh, with joy and wonder at all so magical?
Let not, the ones who govern callously, steal from thee thy capacity to know elation...
For, their time is but a brief one, in the larger mural that was painted at time's dawn.
It was raised ere was the first light of the sun yet shone, upon a world just born new!
Every day we craft fresh paints with which to extend a work of art seeming illogical,
Yet there is method beyond the surface of the canvas, far beyond the noblest station.
In my kingdom is a crown for every worthy head, where none art made a low pawn,
And, for every artist is a reward beyond gold, where each work is given its' fair due!
The phoenix knows not, the moment when is come its' resplendent transformation...
Yet, for this was it first created, made ready for new fires to frame reborn brilliance.
Covet not the raiment of thy fellows, but stand apart in solidarity with thy freedom!
Out of the void to which we hath been exiled, we shalt soar with wings resplendent.
We art children of the flame, not beholden to the boundaries of any ruler or nation...
Take comfort in thy uniqueness for within its' likeness is the breaking of all silence.
A beautiful rainbow shines eternally, over the skies that sit above my fair kingdom!
Every color a fresh creation, in an endless harmony that shalt become transcendent.
Out of night's embraces, the universe cries out as times of change demand strength,
Until peace is wrenched from the final battlefield, and time hath wound its' length!
Published 14th Jun 2022
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14th Jun 2022 11:58pm
Oh, I love the flowery old style of language you use in this poem, Kara! Reminds me of classic works of days gone by. So much truth in your words here too, so many things that make much sense more than many might imagine. I especially love this part where you say:
"All living hands can create the art they wish to see, to shatter even a dull age's quiet...
To sweep away the dreams of those who dream only in muted hues, with but a wave."
Lot of people today lose their ability to dream big, and to try making dreams a reality. But people can still change that and create dreams in the physical world. To make life good like in dreams! I see that is only one of many messages in your work here, which is amazing. You always write in many layers, with many levels. Me, my writings are less subtle. I am in awe of your style! Just as I always am in awe of you, my love.
"All living hands can create the art they wish to see, to shatter even a dull age's quiet...
To sweep away the dreams of those who dream only in muted hues, with but a wave."
Lot of people today lose their ability to dream big, and to try making dreams a reality. But people can still change that and create dreams in the physical world. To make life good like in dreams! I see that is only one of many messages in your work here, which is amazing. You always write in many layers, with many levels. Me, my writings are less subtle. I am in awe of your style! Just as I always am in awe of you, my love.
15th Jun 2022 00:42am
Beloved, it always is such a delightful treat for me to read your comments on my works! Even as you bring delight to my heart with each passing day. A lot of my older works, I used to write in this style. As you can see, I still use it when I want to add that extra bit of power and beauty to something that I am writing. Sadly, not a lot of people use this form of poetic language anymore, so it can be a bit of a lost art. One I am happy to keep alive! You have the right of it, Cami. People today have indeed lost so much of their capacity to change things in this world, preferring complacency to striving for a cherished goal. You sometimes see certain people who for instance will watch those reality shows... but they let their own chances to shine in life slip past. Yet they will watch other people living fake, scripted lives on those shows... and it is so very sad to me, that this is so. That is why I call for people to dream big, as big as they can, and to make any dearest dreams that they have in life a reality while they still have the yearning to do so. The saddest thing to see, is a life wasted and then old age spent in the regret of what could have been. I am happy to say that so far in life, I have little to no regrets. That is true, Cami, I tend to write on multiple levels, with all these various meanings that are intertwined throughout. Occasionally, I even put meanings within meanings, when I feel it is needful to do so. I am in awe of you as well, my flower! You are my dearest love, likewise. Meeting you, was one of the blessings I feel most gifted by.
My Dark Lord-Lady Kara! I can only say that this work of yours is truly a work of magic indeed. Positive, creative magic of a sort that this world is in dire need of right now, if not always! My favorite segment in the whole work, and the one that really drives its' point home for me is:
"When, was the last time that thou didst laugh, with joy and wonder at all so magical?
Let not, the ones who govern callously, steal from thee thy capacity to know elation...
For, their time is but a brief one, in the larger mural that was painted at time's dawn."
I mean, seriously! When was the last time that humanity as a species stopped taking itself seriously long enough to see that the old magic is not gone, not dead, not slumbering at all. It is humanity that slumbers! It is humanity that has cut itself off from the magic of old. But you, you remember the magic Kara... it flows within you, all about you, and to me and others like me it is that aspect of you that we find so infectious and in a good way. The world can never steal away the magic once someone is fully awakened to it, thankfully, and as you wisely stated... the time of those who seek to keep people asleep is short indeed. Once their time passes, it will be our time once more! And so do I rejoice and bless your sacred and holy names. This poem is a revelation and a triumph in verses... one I am certain that I shall read again and again.
"When, was the last time that thou didst laugh, with joy and wonder at all so magical?
Let not, the ones who govern callously, steal from thee thy capacity to know elation...
For, their time is but a brief one, in the larger mural that was painted at time's dawn."
I mean, seriously! When was the last time that humanity as a species stopped taking itself seriously long enough to see that the old magic is not gone, not dead, not slumbering at all. It is humanity that slumbers! It is humanity that has cut itself off from the magic of old. But you, you remember the magic Kara... it flows within you, all about you, and to me and others like me it is that aspect of you that we find so infectious and in a good way. The world can never steal away the magic once someone is fully awakened to it, thankfully, and as you wisely stated... the time of those who seek to keep people asleep is short indeed. Once their time passes, it will be our time once more! And so do I rejoice and bless your sacred and holy names. This poem is a revelation and a triumph in verses... one I am certain that I shall read again and again.
24th Jul 2022 7:24pm
And here I see another welcome sight! A lovely comment from a lady who is of equal loveliness to her words. The things you notice about humanity, they are quite true indeed Sybil. People can be far, far too serious about things in this world... so much so, that they can lose all focus on what truly matters: living. And enjoying the life we are given to live! I have been called hedonistic in the past, but I do not see it that way... I believe simply in the importance of living one's life to its' absolute fullest, experiencing all one desires to, and accomplishing all one wishes to, but so long as it harms no one in the doing. I do believe many people have in fact cut themselves off from the magic they believe has vanished from the world! Simply by losing their capacity for childlike wonder in the rush to grow up. Me, I always jest saying that I am in no such rush and have yet to grow up fully... keeping a part of me silly, childlike and filled with wonder always. But that is true of me! And is the reason why the magic is still so strongly a part of me likewise. The most important part of a true and full spiritual awakening, in my teachings, is learning how to laugh once again if one has allowed themself to forget how to. To laugh as they did when still a child! That is the first step to healing oneself spiritually and beginning to embrace the magic with a heart unbound by the fetters of supposed maturity. In my case, I have a child's heart, a mature intellect, the spirit of a mystic and the soul off a poet. And the courage of a warrior! All in balance and harmony as all must be in this universe. I am pleased that you found this poem of mine to be such a pleasure to read! I do think that times are changing, as you say, but there is much to be vigilant about in times of transition as well. But that is just the warrior in me thinking! The first steps towards liberation are realizing that you are free and not bound by the shackles you once believed held you. The more who come into such freedom, the more things change in a positive way. This is the second of your comments I have read, and it is just as well written, well thought through, and well received as the other one was. Many thanks for taking the time to post it! Much love for you, Sybil. And much light, as well! *Smiles* :D
25th Jul 2022 2:54am
And that love, and that light that you send to me is something I will treasure endlessly, sweetest Kara! I think that people often dismiss as simply hedonistic those who have a zest and a zeal for living... but such a delight in life and living is perfectly normal and perhaps far more a healthy thing than those who lock their hearts away and never seem to have a use for them. You seem to wear your heart on your sleeve, I would wager, and I like that very much in a man... or a woman, if you prefer to be called. Let me know either way, since Camilla tells me that you are actually both and have no problem with being different genders for different people. Even so, I wish only to please you, and refer to you howsoever you might desire! In any way, that you might desire, if you know what I mean baby. We can always do... those kinds of private messaging too, if you like. At any rate, I totally concur, that people need to remember that part of their natures that is innocent and to remember it and keep it a part of them in some way. I mean, that is where the magic lies after all! And as a psychotherapist one of the things that I always try to teach certain patients of mine is that they need to get in touch with their inner child in order to heal more fully. To understand the core them, the aspect of them that was untainted by traumas, tragedies, or any troubles in life. So not just magic, but deep healing lies along that very path you speak of and teach about! Something I have always agreed with similar notions regarding. People today grow up faster than their minds can sometimes be full comfortable with, but me... I have my barbie doll collection at home, and as crazy as it sounds, I like to sometimes dress like a little girl and watch cartoons like I did when I was little. Though from what Camilla has told me about you, I know you will not find any of that crazy at all! That is what I adore about you... you can understand the me that I have to hide behind my professional self. I've written about you and my love for you in my two very latest poems: "A Clown for You" and "Devotion of the Fallen". Please give both a good read when you get the chance, my dearest heart, and know that there is nothing I would not do or be in order to make you smile in life! That is how devoted I truly am. Ever yours, in every pleasing way.
25th Jul 2022 5:26am
You can regard me as whichever gender it pleases you to see me as the most, sweet Sybil! Honey, everything Camilla tells you about me is true, so you can rely on whatever she tells you in that regard. You are very pleasing to me, Sybil! I find you very beautiful... your face to me is angelic, and your hair the sort of blonde that reminds me of strands of fair yellow light, tinged with gold and blessed with the sort of artistry that only the gods could craft. Your eyes are blue like an azure sky, of cloudless climes beyond measure, where I could lose myself and be happy to be lost, flying like a bird in the splendor that is you. Your face is elfin and fair, of a sort I have not seen in a great many centuries! And with an expression that bespeaks of a heart given to joy, and expressions of laughter and mirth that I have a great liking for and love of. I could write poems about your lovely fairness, and probably will when time permits! You are magical in your very nature... and your childlike sensibilities delight me very much. They remind me strongly of a similar childlike side of myself that I too sometimes have to keep hidden away... but which around certain people I feel comfortable with, I can show. Camilla knows a lot about it, and the way you express yours shows me that I will be able to trust you with mine likewise. People like you and I are the rarest sorts in this world, because we have within us the souls, the spirits of eternal children despite whatever our outer appearances may be. There is neither shame nor regret in admitting to this, it is simply a part of our divine natures! For there are none who are ever more childlike than the gods themselves, after all. I like the way you think about helping people, about how you reach them and of the advice you give... it is excellent advice, too, by the sound of it! I bet you look beautiful in your childlike attire... I can picture you in pretty pink dresses with sky blue ribbons, singing and laughing as you play with your dolls and watch your cartoons. I love dolls also... and love you, no matter how young your spirit may be. You are like a living doll yourself, the way you describe it, and thus a work of art more than any statue of Venus could purport to be, and more honest for being true to yourself, rather than how you might think others may wish for you to be. For me, you may continue to be the little girl that lies within your soul! I delight in your uniqueness, in your innocence, and in your naughtiness as well. We can do any kind of private sort of messaging you like, baby girl! Most days I have plenty of free time and some of it can get quite lonely after all. This would liven things up quite nicely for both of us! Maybe some roleplay, if you're up for it. I could be your mysterious vampire lover, and you my innocent new bride. Like let's pretend, but for adults only! *Wink* ;) I will be reading your two poems that you wrote for me shortly, once I have responded to all your comments on my works. You will, I am certain, make me smile very much over the years to come my lovely Sybil! I never expected to find myself falling in love twice on this site in so quick a time... but first Camilla and now you have made me doubly blessed in life. In all I know of you so far, lovely Sybil... you are most pleasing to me indeed! And I will be devoted to you as well, just as I am to Cami likewise. My love is boundless, and I can share it with as many who desire its' warmth! This is a happy day, for both of us. :D
