A Barbarian Vision or dream
Jan 28, 2019 13:59:10 GMT -5
Post by themirrorthief on Jan 28, 2019 13:59:10 GMT -5
Old ruins
ancient temples
hidden treasure
guarded by a ghost army
demonic mercenaries
and lost souls
brave and broad shouldered
the undaunted seek
wealth and fortune
endless nights
of debouched
drinking and women
song and games
first they seek
to find
the fabled wealth
of a dead
for a thousand years
wizard
but a curse to all
who try
downfall and death
will surely come
by and by
lovely maids
wanton ways
and songs of the fallen
beautiful
like lotus dreams
we seek on
with sword and axe
spear and bow
mace and lance
the hordes of evil
oppose and confuse
but good steel
can prevail
with the aid
of few handy spells
amulets of ancient power
powders that stun
and gems of dazzling,blinding
forces
and we journey on
to our destiny
no matter how corrupt
we seem
barbarians with no qualms
or wiles like civilized men
who kill with the blade
in the back
we soldier on
and even
on rare
occasion
with courage and luck
ancient temples
hidden treasure
guarded by a ghost army
demonic mercenaries
and lost souls
brave and broad shouldered
the undaunted seek
wealth and fortune
endless nights
of debouched
drinking and women
song and games
first they seek
to find
the fabled wealth
of a dead
for a thousand years
wizard
but a curse to all
who try
downfall and death
will surely come
by and by
lovely maids
wanton ways
and songs of the fallen
beautiful
like lotus dreams
we seek on
with sword and axe
spear and bow
mace and lance
the hordes of evil
oppose and confuse
but good steel
can prevail
with the aid
of few handy spells
amulets of ancient power
powders that stun
and gems of dazzling,blinding
forces
and we journey on
to our destiny
no matter how corrupt
we seem
barbarians with no qualms
or wiles like civilized men
who kill with the blade
in the back
we soldier on
and even
on rare
occasion
with courage and luck
we prevail
soft is the night
so tender without
the light
the harsh light of day
that blinds us
and to often
defines us
the way we look
is an open book
that people
seldom bother
to read
Im sliding through
this world
with brain afire
with hot desire
the way of the sane
leaves me lonely
and trying to hard
a little desperate
life's sharp little
shards
of love and hate
and to much debate
leave me swimming
in my doubts
and wading n my fears
tilt the cup
say cheers
still got to do
all the remaining years
and save this
mountain
of silly and slightly
painful
tears.........in my sparkling
realms
of dazzle and glass
I dance so madly
Im absolving
and gladly
pretending to be sane
while wallowing in my
odd and strange delights
enter warriors
with blood streaming
and swords gleaming
in the half dark
half light
and lovely princesses
gyrate and pose
exposing their inspiring
sights
to my weary but eager
eyes yes I cry
more and continue
I so adore your splendor
wishing may make
it so
in me dark things
vanish
they slip away
but not really angry
simply delayed and waiting
and I carry on
absorbed and nearly alone
making these words
and rhymes
and doing it
all the time.........days that slither away
sliding down
through the channels
of time and change
mysteries of the brain
the hours of life
where do they go?
awarded to some new
fool it seems
maybe its true
its all just a dream
like a ride on the moon
a beautiful moonbeam
but each day is golden
they say
do with it what you will
let love spill
from your heart
and mind
always take time
to be kind
and laugh at life
as it slithers away
like some frightened
little snake..........ambition
what does it mean
are our lives
to be carried away
like the departure
of a warm summer wind
when autumn brings
first hint of winter
that time when
things die
depart forever
like a song
no one remembers
and its never heard
of course some things
continue
a great painting
a mountain
the sky
and the wind
that carries things
away
so damned far away
our thoughts and prayers
are temporary
it seems
soon forgotten
like our dreams
our sad and pathetic
dreams
faith hope and love
and the greatest
is love
but what if you
cannot accept it
and always run
its a terrible curse
prophesied from birth
or at least
shortly after
and told in
nightmare
not all prisons
have walls
some come in visions
carried on
trembling
agitated winds
called
despair.......pretty winter snows
long ago
flowing waters today
memories of beauty
and things God like
in their perfection
like the songs
that sing to me
and make me think
about all that I am
and not about
what I am not
flowing soft hair
lips carved to perfection
and eyes that invite
one into a kind of heaven
perhaps beyond heaven
where sin is gone
and joy belongs
simple signs and dreams
that cast a spell
unknown to the ancients
and their endless
wars
they couldn't find
the perfection
in God's most awesome
creations
they caved to temptation
and drifted away
on a sea of failed yearning
but as soft as
the face of a child
is the new tomorrow
when certain ones
can bathe in a light
born from distant stars
and they can escape
the demon cursed
bell jar
so tender without
the light
the harsh light of day
that blinds us
and to often
defines us
the way we look
is an open book
that people
seldom bother
to read
Im sliding through
this world
with brain afire
with hot desire
the way of the sane
leaves me lonely
and trying to hard
a little desperate
life's sharp little
shards
of love and hate
and to much debate
leave me swimming
in my doubts
and wading n my fears
tilt the cup
say cheers
still got to do
all the remaining years
and save this
mountain
of silly and slightly
painful
tears.........in my sparkling
realms
of dazzle and glass
I dance so madly
Im absolving
and gladly
pretending to be sane
while wallowing in my
odd and strange delights
enter warriors
with blood streaming
and swords gleaming
in the half dark
half light
and lovely princesses
gyrate and pose
exposing their inspiring
sights
to my weary but eager
eyes yes I cry
more and continue
I so adore your splendor
wishing may make
it so
in me dark things
vanish
they slip away
but not really angry
simply delayed and waiting
and I carry on
absorbed and nearly alone
making these words
and rhymes
and doing it
all the time.........days that slither away
sliding down
through the channels
of time and change
mysteries of the brain
the hours of life
where do they go?
awarded to some new
fool it seems
maybe its true
its all just a dream
like a ride on the moon
a beautiful moonbeam
but each day is golden
they say
do with it what you will
let love spill
from your heart
and mind
always take time
to be kind
and laugh at life
as it slithers away
like some frightened
little snake..........ambition
what does it mean
are our lives
to be carried away
like the departure
of a warm summer wind
when autumn brings
first hint of winter
that time when
things die
depart forever
like a song
no one remembers
and its never heard
of course some things
continue
a great painting
a mountain
the sky
and the wind
that carries things
away
so damned far away
our thoughts and prayers
are temporary
it seems
soon forgotten
like our dreams
our sad and pathetic
dreams
faith hope and love
and the greatest
is love
but what if you
cannot accept it
and always run
its a terrible curse
prophesied from birth
or at least
shortly after
and told in
nightmare
not all prisons
have walls
some come in visions
carried on
trembling
agitated winds
called
despair.......pretty winter snows
long ago
flowing waters today
memories of beauty
and things God like
in their perfection
like the songs
that sing to me
and make me think
about all that I am
and not about
what I am not
flowing soft hair
lips carved to perfection
and eyes that invite
one into a kind of heaven
perhaps beyond heaven
where sin is gone
and joy belongs
simple signs and dreams
that cast a spell
unknown to the ancients
and their endless
wars
they couldn't find
the perfection
in God's most awesome
creations
they caved to temptation
and drifted away
on a sea of failed yearning
but as soft as
the face of a child
is the new tomorrow
when certain ones
can bathe in a light
born from distant stars
and they can escape
the demon cursed
bell jar
..........
