Azriel Posted June 2, 2004 Share Posted June 2, 2004 Please Read both threads, and then vote for your favorite in the Poll - please do not use these threads to comment on the work. Poll choices are in the order that the poems appear in the thread. We will close voting on Sunday at Midnight. Winners announced on Monday. Thank you to all who participated. The response was better than I could have hoped for! God Bless! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Azriel Posted June 2, 2004 Author Share Posted June 2, 2004 Untitled #1 young one they said open your heart pour in your soul i found myself empty the day wears on climates change flowers lean towards the sun she told me she could drink a case of me i reopened my heart i poured in my newfound soul and to my pleasant surprised found myself a young one again the day wears on climates change flowers bloom i grasp for the essence which eludes me my heart is lost my soul is at sea i put my trust in the offing wanting to feel her smell her see her the day wears on climates change flowers wilt desperate like a lion in winter searching for my heart searching for my soul i am broken curtains cover windows i feel her smell her see her and once again i am young one - full to the brim Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Azriel Posted June 2, 2004 Author Share Posted June 2, 2004 Untitled #2 Life is sweet All the things I can do, All the people I can meet. At night I lie in bed and think, God, please let me know the link That I need to connect to You For me to taste the bounty of all Life has to offer. For You are what makes lives prosper, You are what makes life sweet. One day, I hope, It will be You I will meet. And on that day will be True happiness for You, And for me. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Azriel Posted June 2, 2004 Author Share Posted June 2, 2004 There is an Art There is an art to walking in the rain, letting the drops fall as though not consumed in thought. Letting the feet fall just right, adjusting the weight, so that the puddles will not splash, or moving the arms at The right speed, so as to not rush the body. There is an art to walking in the rain, moving at the right pace, so as to not fall into your mind, or dreaming of the liquid touch, as though not consumed in thought. There is an art to walking in the rain, letting the stream of days not settle in a puddle, letting the dark sky not shadow the soul, or dancing in metaphors, so as to avoid philosophy. There is an art to walking in the rain, tasting the drops that fall from the sky, careful, so as to not let your own drops mingle with those from the clouds, watching the litlte rivers form, on the clear panes of consciousness. There is an art to walking in the rain, deceiving the soul to joy by focusing on the sun, though hidden, occasionally proceeding from a break: or by singing, so as to not be overcome by melancholy. There is an art to walking in the rain, which only finds perfection when drops fall to the ground, and liquid realities splash in the puddles of imagination Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Azriel Posted June 2, 2004 Author Share Posted June 2, 2004 Untitled #3 DarkNight youth… Tormentorture; Tomb of Truth memory subdued. “Piercing Committee i Hear” NeverendingRingingCursingSingingVoices… SELFEAR. Nocturnal decease; insomni-a-wake ... Anxious Repose, pyramidic contemplate. “Pyramid” endeavor of repose… ...Trinity asleep my soul? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Azriel Posted June 2, 2004 Author Share Posted June 2, 2004 Untitled #4 I haven't lived their life I haven't felt their pain But I see them hurt I see them in pain And how can I not hurt too? So many lives wasted So many good people gone I may not be in the streets But I know it's a waste I know it's not right I know it's my shame, too I'm not in a gang, I've never been homeless But I know that when people die, it's wrong I know when children live in the gutter And eat out of trashcans, it's wrong Each of us helps or hurts one another Why can't we help each other Why can we see how easy it is Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Azriel Posted June 2, 2004 Author Share Posted June 2, 2004 Untitled #5 “Mary, Queen of Heaven” Hail Queen of Heaven Most blessed are you Your beauty and perfect grace Lead us on the path to eternal life Handmaid of the Lord Mother of all peoples Your intercession makes us faithful And your image keeps us strong Holy Mother of God We strive to be like you Your maternal perfection Is a model for our lives In hard times we pray to you In granting our requests, you keep us abreast At Guadalupe we look upon your face And try to comprehend your divine grace As Fatima’s fragrant flowers Sooth us like the dove Many ages, have you appeared Our Lady, you we truly love Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Azriel Posted June 2, 2004 Author Share Posted June 2, 2004 Untitled #6 Reveal to me the truths That you reserve within Your soul remains as such A mystery to mine own Beauty is that which is seen But better is that which is felt For your soul is comelier Than a face could ever be And I wish to gaze upon it For all eternity. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Azriel Posted June 2, 2004 Author Share Posted June 2, 2004 Hope Why do we fear such little things, That are so easy to comprehend? Why are we bold in the face of danger? For it may end there and then. geniuses may go, where angels dare not tread, While fear may lie in the hearts of men. Walk softly my soul for we have hope! Why should we fear what lies ahead. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Azriel Posted June 2, 2004 Author Share Posted June 2, 2004 Untitled #7 There are so many things that I want to forget, memories of pain, memories of sorrow – memories which are but bitter shards of steel. I want to forget anguish which rends the heart, to become again innocent, unmarred by suffering. I do not know why I walked the path I did, if it was a path I chose, or a path appointed I do not know. I cannot see beyond the shadows and fog through which I came, that twisted path I walked, not so very long ago. I want to forget the despair, but I shall not, for I refuse to forget the joy one may find in the dark depths of despair. I want to forget true pain, but not at the cost of forgetting true happiness. Though I am haunted by the shadows of sorrow which remain in my mind like scars, I would not choose to undo them, even if I could, for the pain of yesterday is the salve of today, the pain of today is the balm of tomorrow. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Azriel Posted June 2, 2004 Author Share Posted June 2, 2004 The Unidentified Irritation Pass through the arches to say my prayer to St. Thomas A cool breath is taken in without any need of the winter fresh wrapper. Bitter cold with the sun shows itself in my face to play me like a tease The winds pick at my ears but its okay, I can hold it. They push at the opening of my sleeve Gritting my teeth with blue lips I'm still good I'm holding it in. My feet moonwalk across the eyes of watchers as if I have no problem. Then it hits me First in my head and then back down through my neck Hastily I rush to the door leaving a heady scent of worry. The thought of falling on my ass would force my pants to be wet Such embarrassment brings more pain than pain itself. Strive for that door Running to see it, anticipating it's coming. Imagine the melted ice, flowing water down to the larger puddle. Running to escape such a lie I push the door. Drop my belongings, and one last uncontrollable shiver leaves my body The salty smell melts the ice only to trick my eyes into seeing the winter depart. Is this the moment? Have I escaped it? Sigh...I shake the remaining snow off my feet and I flush it out of my misery. Give the bright smile, and I turn only to glimpse at what I ran to see What I anticipated The sunshine itself without the cold...the white porcelain filled half way Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Azriel Posted June 2, 2004 Author Share Posted June 2, 2004 I am from what people tell me, i am; but i am ready to disagree. for i have yet to become and what i am is pale in comparison. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Azriel Posted June 2, 2004 Author Share Posted June 2, 2004 Untitled #8 Don't know what to think Don't know what to feel Things keep getting thrown my way I'm just trying to heal So tell me how you really feel I'm hating all the lies Just tell me the truth 'Cause I can see it in your eyes A single tear falls from my eye And hits the ground for you I don't know if you're worth it I don't know if you're true I'm in my own living hell Trying to decipher you So tell me if it's working Tell me if it's right Because all of this is just so messed up I can't even sleep at night My hands are shaking I'm just so weak... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Azriel Posted June 2, 2004 Author Share Posted June 2, 2004 Fire To purify or just to die The flames both burn the same Why then do I ever choose the latter? Leading to eternal punishment and shame? The dumbest choice I’ve ever made: To not my sinful ways tame. Holiness I seek, yet evil into my soul seeps And even through temptation and pain I come to you, Lord, with a contrite heart But am I repentant enough? If I were, I’d not sin again Even when thy way is rough If I truly was sorry Thy way would be beauty to me But I am weak and weary and now only hardship do I see Ahh if only our ancestors Hadn't eaten from that tree! Because of the fall, I'm by evil surrounded By jackals and demons my soul is hounded Arise oh Lord and let Thine enemies be scatter! Yet if Thou arise, shall scatter I be? Your judgment is just, so why should I flee? Am I justly judged to Gehennah or to Thee? Right now I know not, but love of You I’ve caught And any cure for that disease is an antidote to me Yet why can I not see How to end my sinful ways How to turn unto thee? And if I am the salt, What seasons dull salt? I have little light, little seasoning or strength I’m a wolf who needs sheep’s insides Because I’ve already got the clothing Oh Lord, lead me away from the fiery pit The fiery staircase I seek Let Me recognize it! Up such a staircase of purifying fire I will escape from the hell flames Flames that end much hotter and higher. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Azriel Posted June 2, 2004 Author Share Posted June 2, 2004 THE PAPER Blank spaces, blank lines It stares back at me What am I to write? Will it be an essay, Analytical, or creative? Or maybe it will be A play, one that's funny or sad, or even a musical. Perhaps I should think About writing a short story, one that's easy to read yet complex. I should write the great American novel; one that would get me fame and fortune. So many possibilities, and now the paper waits to be filled eith ink tattoos. What can I write? I don't know, but I know one thing: I hate writer's block. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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