Tombstone Epitaph Scriptures  < Blackbird Portfolio for MaRtYr #1  - ENGLISH >
Neo-Renaissance Freestyle Poetry by: 
Blackbird / Martyr Poetry Collective
Internet/UUCP E-MAIL Address: Blackbird@Myth.Org
FIDONET E-MAIL Address: Blackbird at 1:167/133.2
Published for Martyr Poetry Compendium, Volume One





TOUCH OF DESPAIR
Composed by Blackbird on August 11th, 1995
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The biting whirlwind of snow rages on in my mind,
The train of thoughts conforms to an complex archaic design,
Afterthoughts of life's passing moments are barely recognized,
until the sands of the hourglass have expired,

A blind man who has become accustomed to living his life,
decapitated by the hazy surroundings of a surreal madness,
self-imposing a sublime tranquillity laced with disappointment and misery,

Pain is a welcome companion on his cold wintry nights of discovery,
from the darkening refuge of hibernation,
bathe yourself in the bright morning light of spring,

Lewd decadence has been the deathbed to hold my essence every nightfall,
sheltering me from the hypocritical insanity of the outer realms,

Laden clouds hover over my shoulders in a cluster of intense fog,
Inner fears of old resurface from a false sense of serenity,

Mourn for my brief insignificant existence at the alcove surrounding haven's altar,
my sanctuary lies in the dying embers of a greater fire...





MYOPIC ODYSSEY
Composed by Blackbird on August 24th, 1995
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Mischief gleams in women's eyes,
ancient lore dictates that ashes of the past shall rise,
mortality's agility allows bitter conflict to neutralize,

She bestowed upon me a token I can never deserve,
what is compelling of our brief existence but to serve?
my internal capitulation over time makes my thoughts swerve,

The transgressing visions have been broken, I surmise...





URBAN WILDERNESS
Composed by Blackbird in September 1995
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Summer's joy is winter's sorrow,
the winds of change usher in the new season's beginning tomorrow,

The overture of birds' song lulls the sleepy meadow,
Dusk casts upon the gentle trees shadow,

Woodland creatures tread anew upon the melting snow,
Life's blissful passage flows ever so slow,

Ever in the present, miracles continue to grow...





ECSTASY OF EXILE
Composed by Blackbird on September 11th, 1995
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Smoldering hearth in your eyes,
for a brief moment, I fantasize,
that the two of us have rediscovered paradise,
	
The mind soars,
the soul is peacefully at rest,
mirrors of contentment crease your face,
with you, here and now is the perfect place,

Sleep gently with ease, my love
until even the darkest twilight cannot overtake us,





SELFISH LONELINESS -- SONNET
Composed by Blackbird on October 6th, 1995
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Labor of love lost amidst the sweet ache of desire,
reinforcing my compassionate feelings into enigmatic repose, 
it has become to the courage for your love of me that I aspire,
yet reality intrudes rudely and our nexus seems so morose,

Life is the tragic tale of a friend that was meant to be lover,
the last drop of purity within me has turned foul and unclean,
warranting the banishment of remaining together with her,
if only she could understand that I truly am the love-spawned fiend,

No longer to endure the pity of putrid seduction to claim my mind,
The pursuit of hedonistic happiness and pleasure were my objectives designed,
The whimper escaping my throat memorably bears the cacophony of a sighful moan,
For my selfish acts I must remain forever submerged accursed and alone,

The lovely woman has at long last shattered my tranquillity to live,
Love is and shall always be mine an eternity to give...





LAUGHTER OF THE BEAUTY BRIDE
Composed by Blackbird on October 12th, 1995
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Lush softness of silken satin against my skin ever so delicately,
never before have we reached such an exalted stage of intimacy,
mythical enamor becomes the fantastic parable of our reality,
yet still our love has not attained the pinnacle of liveliness,
of golden rings and child laughter, a commitment I must profess -- or confess,
my obsessive delight in you shall expand perpetually nevertheless...





MORNING'S EYES...
Composed by Blackbird on October 25th, 1995
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An empty silence echoes through the windy corridor,
its walls are marred with the agonized faces of the restless,
each bearing a sardonic smile and divinely haunting eyes,
meaning regret and remorse for the fools that loved them,

Forgotten ghosts return to their graves of immortal decay,
clandestine princesses reunite with their kindred brethren,

Time grows shorter by the moment for the innocent,
it is an unending and hopeless war to be fought to the ends of the Earth,
where spectrums collide, from purity of ice to demonic fire,
an inevitability where all is nothing and everything is lost,

One cannot help but return to the origin and ponder the mockery,
of the silence in the corridor and the noise within the alcoves...
