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spokeAnd I don't even know why I'm posting this, except out of a sudden reckless moment of determination? 'I will not be embarrased of everything i've ever written' thing?
Yet I am anyway.
Very old poem, when I was just finding stuff online, realizing there were differances between RW and ST, and trying to explore that, I guess?
Most important thing to remember is it is old! Very very very old, and therefore likely sucks. And that's enough self-detrimental rambling from me.
Nine
I
Virtue
Wisdom
Courtesy
Faith
Justice
The mechanics of control
that are forgein to my essence
need not apply
only courage
to catch fire to dreams
to fan hope
into the conflagration
of Serenity
Obediance
Piety
Loyalty
II
Musing
on the meaning
of stars and galaxies
things that I will never see
except on the path
that I walk in my dreams
But someday,
somebody else will be there
III
Peace
Quiet
Light
and life is flowing
in the harmony that is nature
outside of
and unknown to
the human condition
in all its complicated follies.
Leave me in a forest,
someday
i'll vanish on a breeze.
IV
Water
cool and clear
without regrets
where death that is
is washed away
by the very harmony
of the source of life
that I would hold in sanctity
the element that is faith.
V
Reliability
quiet
sure it's fun to fight;
and yelling like you've gone insane
tends to stun enemies. But it is nice to know
the quiet of the earth.
It's good to see growing things.
To know that some things never change.
And that my friends consider me one of those.
VI
Life
changes in its seasons
death is in winter
and in spring,
and in fall...
summer but the passing dream
that would quiet you
with its heat
make you think that nothing changes
so you relax
in foolish humanity...
the Youjaki was such a dream...
VII
Cold
at the heart of things
winter
at the end of things
disciplined
passions carved
in unchanging ice
that drives me
to destroy the light
that melts the ice....
the source of change
VIII
Change
is in us all, and yet
never expected until the end...
and the end
was a vaulting arc
of splendor in destruction
for if we were to go down
once again
it was best to be willing
to go down fighting
to end in truly dying
IX
Uncomprimising rage
unquestioning devotion
unchanging dreams.
honor was meaningless
yet lingered.
Kindness was weakness
yet clung.
Such a simple thing
for the best of us
to be undone by.
Yet they are majestic
these simple things
brought to the eye
by firelight
die to be true
to oneself...
Yet I am anyway.
Very old poem, when I was just finding stuff online, realizing there were differances between RW and ST, and trying to explore that, I guess?
Most important thing to remember is it is old! Very very very old, and therefore likely sucks. And that's enough self-detrimental rambling from me.
Nine
I
Virtue
Wisdom
Courtesy
Faith
Justice
The mechanics of control
that are forgein to my essence
need not apply
only courage
to catch fire to dreams
to fan hope
into the conflagration
of Serenity
Obediance
Piety
Loyalty
II
Musing
on the meaning
of stars and galaxies
things that I will never see
except on the path
that I walk in my dreams
But someday,
somebody else will be there
III
Peace
Quiet
Light
and life is flowing
in the harmony that is nature
outside of
and unknown to
the human condition
in all its complicated follies.
Leave me in a forest,
someday
i'll vanish on a breeze.
IV
Water
cool and clear
without regrets
where death that is
is washed away
by the very harmony
of the source of life
that I would hold in sanctity
the element that is faith.
V
Reliability
quiet
sure it's fun to fight;
and yelling like you've gone insane
tends to stun enemies. But it is nice to know
the quiet of the earth.
It's good to see growing things.
To know that some things never change.
And that my friends consider me one of those.
VI
Life
changes in its seasons
death is in winter
and in spring,
and in fall...
summer but the passing dream
that would quiet you
with its heat
make you think that nothing changes
so you relax
in foolish humanity...
the Youjaki was such a dream...
VII
Cold
at the heart of things
winter
at the end of things
disciplined
passions carved
in unchanging ice
that drives me
to destroy the light
that melts the ice....
the source of change
VIII
Change
is in us all, and yet
never expected until the end...
and the end
was a vaulting arc
of splendor in destruction
for if we were to go down
once again
it was best to be willing
to go down fighting
to end in truly dying
IX
Uncomprimising rage
unquestioning devotion
unchanging dreams.
honor was meaningless
yet lingered.
Kindness was weakness
yet clung.
Such a simple thing
for the best of us
to be undone by.
Yet they are majestic
these simple things
brought to the eye
by firelight
die to be true
to oneself...