E.C.H.O.E.S.

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~~~~~~~~Emmanuella Choc H. Olettha Evermore Sissah~~~~~~~~
~~~~~Distant Echoes Over Yonder-Arrived In Our Lap At Last~~~~~
~
Mesopotamia--echoes in my soul, echoes back...planting flowers in the ruins
come little thing, under my wings, safe from everyone....except me....
when we eachother joy bring
white and black
opposites attract
two wild cats
emerge thru Sahara back to shimmering back
nude and prude
touch the reality we dreamt at last
shy and rude
exploding in full circle and kissing as we hear ourself laugh
your laughter is soothing and shows that you care and share
Distant Echoes Over Yonder-Arrived In Our Lap At Last
~
good people like us always gets hurt
end of motivation in an endless suffocation
while we're leaving our thumbprints on earth
our souls patterns encompasses and float
into eachother caressing
for evermore
Remembering Over Yonder Distant Echoes
ending in awaited life from the Past that lasts
together matching, two become one in a symbol of growth
and a sign of endless flow...
~19Aug99~
~Parz~

Be well,
LordParzifal

I am Seeking the Arts for Inspiration

(svensk version)
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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
~~
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
~~
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...
~~
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.
~~
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

(svensk version)
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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.
~~
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...
~~
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

The Ancient Oaks

(svensk version)
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~~~~~~~~~~The Ancient Oaks~~~~~~~~~
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The Ancient Oaks, mystified in neon light they stand
Once in the backwoods they flied for the North Winds...
Generations have grown and seen the Mystique in their
green leaves and spreading branches,
before they faced morbid death...
but the Ancient Oaks still lives on...
~~
The Oaks in the Church-yards, keeping their Secrets,
waving in the night
The Oaks in your Garden, once from the same Woods,
Now scratching at your window as they shine in the
moonlight.
Do not fear...hear their tale and remember,
Yet another tide will come, but the ravages of our past
can not consume,
What once has shared so many Holy Secrets...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~'87~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~LordParzifal

Be well,
LordParzifal

Pain

(svensk version)
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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

Bagatuelle of the Bugging Bugs

(swedish version)

~*~ Bagatuelle of the Bugging Bugs ~*~
(Tempi: Vivace - Forte Allegro)
~*~
Irrational little flies on my computer screen
must die
(these senseless beings)
Irritating to the maximum of my mind
(don't you see my meaning)
Why don't they just fly out when they can
for a while
(I can't stop screaming)
~*~
Irrational little flies on my screen
stops the flow
creativeness seeming, concentration on top - steaming
and you can forget all your dreaming
~*~
A nightmare will not be my being
If they don't stop...then their being if they don't like my
being - shall be no more!
~*~
~*~22Nov97~*~
*...The Jester smiles at you. Fare thee well...*

insp. by Mozart in some strange way
~*~ LordParzifal ~*~

Be well,
LordParzifal

PANTHEON

Here the Lords Poems will lay
(alas you cannot hear the Lords Poetry today)

Här kommer även att finnas radanalyser och noter om dikterna.
Samt engelsk-amerikanska versioner av vissa blogginlägg; eftersom jag känner mig mer hemma att skriva i amerikansk stil. Amerikaniserad sedan födseln!
Vissa passar dock bättre i äldre engelsk version...

Be well,
LordParzifal