Reflecting on My Curse

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~~~~~Reflecting on My Curse~~~~~
I am the Yule-log put into the fire
that's the only christmas bath
that can cleanse and wash away desire
I stand in the middle of the burning pentagram
As soon as I reach for love my hands get burned
as soon as some being of joy nears me touching my glamour so does she
I see an old flame dancing repeating the circle again
I see the old games in this ceremony thriving to appear the same
Deep is these feelings of me
Deep I portray to be
I tear the wrappings of my gifts and they become ash and goes up in
smoke
I tear the floor..
...remembering a song: Ashes to Ashes...Dust to Dust
The Mother of All strong, Lillith, Earth's first Lust...
Dragons spouts fire of woe and regret and I fly back into the wall
Dragons spouts fire of joy and "well met" and after a day I begin to reflect
The curse lingers on...it lurks as it comes...
The curse never shows...in daylight never los...
Aye Lo! the Day has again come.
Alas! But where did it come from?
I sit down crestfallen once again
No love and too many friends
I stand up but my legs won't bear
My heart I tear and breast I bare
I see the pointy star and the 5 flames jumping
I have been hurt so far by everyone of them
The one with lack of sincerity
The three with lack of identity
The one with lack of coherency, consistency
Yes I am the christmas goat
The Goat of Mendes
I am the fallen angel
Lucifer - the morning star
shining so bright over Bethlehem
In this O so Silent Night
The Ruler of the Earth still rules........AVE SATANAS
I shall walk over to my dark cornertable - and only watch from now on...
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*Deep I sit in silence...only the willow moves outside the window...
though it's been dead and cut down some time ago...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~X-mas97~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~LordParzifal

Be well,
LordParzifal

I am Seeking the Arts for Inspiration

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~~~~~I am Seeking the Arts for Inspiration~~~~~
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I am seeking the Arts for inspiration
when love runs cold like a winter lake
purification purgatory when lake spring floods again
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Dancing in the glade
hidden old rhymes in a new song
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The Tree of Misunderstanding grows
dont let it, stand by seeing it branching out
create the Tree of Life
and not sadness by destructive words
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Even in same room You force me to not face you, I cannot see your firy angry eyes
Tears on my pillow...swept away by memories of our first meeting
our picnic under the castle willow...wish it was you and your hand...
so I seek reassurance of joy in the Arts of the old and yet not born
til trust and love flows yet again...
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Too much of everything...I'm just Heavy
Too much of Nothing....too much of everything
Too much of Death - too much of Life
Too much of emptiness....too much of nothingness
too much of completeness...too much of fullfillment.
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I got my emotions in a safe...I only got a key to..not you
the numbness spread like a disease
you need to balance it with the other...the good
instead of this raging and raving like not even the bad you suffer would
I am seeking your Heart for dedication
when the well of our souls frosty....we await...
purification purgatory when lake spring floods again.
~~~~~~~~~~16Oct98~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~LordParzifal

Winter Short Poems

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~~~~~~~~~~Winter Short Poems~~~~~~~~~~

~ The Cave ~
Having a cold drink
can feel it dripping into my empty soul
like an ancient cave I saw long ago
water slowly falling
from the stalactites high above

~ Scapegoats ~
I'm outta your game
find a new player to maim
a perfectly sane
then try and drive him insane
lie and call a strong Individual lame
find your little Scapegoat to blame
call him all your imaginations nasty names
and don't care that he cared...things will fall out the same
you double the pain!!!
Here's one animal you'll never be able to tame
Yeah, go ahead & fuck up your lives again!
live it in vain.....

~ The Mirror ~
I am the Mirror
if you don't like what you see
then don't come around bothering me
a reflection of your soul I am
you cast me out cause your result you damn
did not appreciate the image
the vision you saw within the frames
of the Mirror that I am.
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I return joy with joy
anger with anger
If you're afraid of fire
you shouldn't feed the fury within...to taste the danger
where love tries to shine
the flames burning higher
to consume you of joy or woe
one smiling eye that glares into me is my Pride's Shrine.
I'm like a crystal clear lake at autumn before winter's cold
poison it and you suffocate on your own actions...Behold!
pollute it and expect reactions of things I foretold
now watch it unfold...
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I am the Mirror, please come to me
pure of heart and innocent smile
smile into me and on the world laughter will shine
you been mistreated like me, redeemed you'll be
go create with your time...leave the destroyers behind
then come back and sit in my lap
...come creep into the warm arms of mine.

~ Adieu ~
I also had a longing vision for the one and my dreamwoman
and I let you fill that dream.
You detest what I love
all what makes life sweet and not sour.

~ Love ~
Now we say it halfheartedly and it's full of both pity and joy
based on the friendship we share blooming beyond control
later we'll say it both full of experience and soon of smiles and sorrow,
closer we are both, we entwine and wrap eachother's arms around eachother's hearts.
~~~~~~~~~~31Dec98-12Jan99~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~LordParzifal

Be well,
LordParzifal

Pain

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~~~~~~~~PAIN~~~~~~~~~
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Pain is like rain
.........without a stain
unless pain is with a stain
soothing like rain
Pain is as much lust's domain as aching burning fever obtained
pain keeps the insanity from the sane...
pleasure after being played at like a violin on nervestrings
with nothing but death to gain.
the calm after the storm instead of before
to cease instead of increase
arca made to arcane......minor is now major
as above so below...to fade into the main
to dance together on the grass and there to be lain.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~4Dec98~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~LordParzifal

Be well,
LPWJ

Beauty in a Cage

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~~~~~~~~~~Beauty in a Cage~~~~~~~~~~
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I touch you...you're in pain....suffering.....aching again
you don't mind, you snuggle close and take my hand in yours
you like me there and like to be there
when I cheer you up from all of your rage born out of the ache
My Beauty in a Cage.
Each time I cuddle closer
my arms of comfort around you
Days before your arousal was bliss to see but now I see you ache
My chest to yours...I see you feeling better but beneath it you ache.
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So many times I watched your sickness speak to me when a no is a yes and yes is a no
from when and to where go roads then go...
Seeing it and not able to stopping even trying
being close as ever feeling the suffering
watching the testing of the worth of it, the bond, the hold, by mentioning the unmentionable
screaming in anger at everything and all - speaking the unspeakable thought...your mind enfolds
instead of what we need and what we want...closer togetherness not apart
...wish you would'nt feel that way.....it's hard enough without hearing you say
"one of those days Im gonna miss you...even in my sleep"
wasting our precious time then catching up over and over again and again and so the story goes on and on
and then...your smile cracks through the clouds.
...your voice speaks to me...."leaning on you baby"
you watch my happy/sad smile as I watch yours.....we are one Together.
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I touch you...you're in pain....suffering.....aching again
you don't care, you wrap me in a close embrace
I cheer you up each day from your ache
My Beauty in a Cage.
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Your mountainclimb was huge - but peak of pain you conquered now
will go quicker down it other side and a fast recovery I know somehow
Tears on my pillow
dreaming of our picnic under the willow
when your ffingerss ain't sliieepfiiing and ache is NO MOER.
~~11Nov98
*Dedicated to Lisette and her struggles with Lymes disease.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~LPWJ

Be well,
LordParzifal