number 5... you know the drill.
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let him who is filled with devouring rage
who walks with the world-conqueror's visage
and burns all living in his footstep's wake
whose purpose is to destroy, to unmake;
let that man, the avatar of blood and brass
be throned upon the Madness of Flesh.
let him whose vision floods with despair
who searched his life, but found nothing nowhere
yet still searches for darkness in a sea of nothing
and finds not light in the blaze of blinding
let him, who seeks for answers to find
be throned upon the Madness of Mind.
let him whose heart is consumed by envy
whose thirst for more grows never weary
who looked on the gods and praised, cursed, and moaned,
that one day he might be a god alone;
let him, who yearns for power, control,
be throned upon the Madness of Soul.
but he who rages against the world
and writhes, entrapped within its folds;
and who despairs at every endeavour
seeks salvation still with a dying fervor;
and who envies above all, the gods
who walked with them in the pathways of thoughts,
in flesh, mind, and soul, he is not mad;
he is rampant, and from death he has fled.
Sunday, June 11, 2006
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2 comments:
your poetry's incredible; there's something about it that just flows, sloshes almost with fury. this one's a bit too polysyllabic for me though - but who am i to complain haha.
only one thing could possibly be missing from this - recordings of the best poetry here. although its mindblowingly self-indulgent i think it would do us some good if we actually heard some of our poetry. it's an aural experience too, after all. and i'd love to have derrick's poems sloshing about in my head
it's the alliteration and meter. i'm a meter fascist lol. i try my utmost best not to have two stressed syllables next to each other, and it all clicks from there.
and the rhyming. i _have_ to rhyme, somewhere. its like OCD^7.
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