OBSESSION

You scare me, forests, as cathedrals do!
You howl like organs; and in your damned hearts,
Those mourning chambers where old death-rales ring,
Your De Profundis echoes in response.

Ocean, I hate you! your great crests and troughts,
I see them in my soul; the conquered man's
Mad laughter, full of insults and of sobs,
I hear it in the roaring of the sea.

But how you'd please me, night! without those stars
Whose light speaks in a language I have known!
Since I seek for the black, the blank, the bare!

Ah, but the darkness is itself a screen
Where thousands are projectd from my eyes -
Those vanished beings whom I recognize.


CHARLES BAUDELAIRE


Crazy Pea "Sweetpea" Tender - 16 years, 1 month, 24 days ago

THE ENEMY

When I was young I lived a constant storm,
Though now and then the brilliant suns shot through,
So in my garden few red fruits were born,
The rain and thunder had so much to do.

Now are the autumn days of thought at hand,
And I must use the rake and spade to groom,
Rebuild and cultivate the washed-out land
The water had eroded deep as thombs.

And who knows if the flowers in my mind
In this poor sand, swept like a beach, will find
The food of soul to gain a healthy start?

I cry! I cry! Life feeds the seasons' maw
And that dark Enemy who gnaws our hearts
Battens on blood that drips into his jaws!

CHARLES BAUDELAIRE


Crazy Pea "Sweetpea" Tender - 16 years, 1 month, 29 days ago

Another time

I woke in the morning to a long soft kiss
The cold was holding sway
To my left stands a cracked, redundant mirror
And the cold was holding sway

Then the shattering realisation all my memories are scars
Faded dreams of glory discussed in dark bars
Once I woke to a long soft kiss...
But now it’s just the past


Crazy Pea "Sweetpea" Tender - 16 years, 2 months, 20 days ago

NIGHTPIECE

Gaunt in gloom,
The pale stars their torches,
Enshrouded, wave.
Ghostfires from heaven's far verges faint illume,
Arches on soaring arches,
Night's sindark nave.

Seraphim,
The lost hosts awaken
To service till
In moonless gloom each lapses muted, dim,
Raised when she has and shaken
Her thurible.

And long and loud,
To night's nave upsoaring,
A starknell tolls
As the bleak incense surges, cloud on cloud,
Voidward from the adoring
Waste of souls.


JAMES JOYCE
Crazy Pea "Sweetpea" Tender - 16 years, 2 months, 20 days ago

I LOVE YOU AS I LOVE...

I love you as I love the night's high vault
O silent one, o sorrow's lachrymal
And love you more because you flee from me,
And temptress of my nights, ironically
You seem to hoard the space, to take to you
What seperates my arms from heaven's blue.

I climb to the assault, attack the source,
A choir of wormlets pressing towards a corpse,
And cherish your unbending cruelty,
This iciness so beautiful to me.

CHARLES BAUDELAIRE
Crazy Pea "Sweetpea" Tender - 16 years, 2 months, 20 days ago