Midnight Rain

Rain at Night
Rain at Night (Photo credit: Cat Sidh)

Today I am lonely

 

I do not have a thought in my mind

 

but for my lonesomeness

 

I crave a fellow soul

 

I thirst for sweet passion

 

I am lonely today

 

and I act as a dead poet would

 

I weep at cherished memories

 

I sob at moments lost

 

I want to walk in midnight rain

 

let it soak me

 

let it fill

 

my empty heart.

 

I am lonely today

 

I curse life and wish to die

 

if only I never dreamed,

 

desired,

 

loved.

 

Oh cruel life you may walk past me,

 

But do not look back at the shadow you missed

 

for I no more need you

 

than a  Brahman needs proof of God.

 

I am alone today

 

But the only desired midnight rain falls

 

from my short-sighted eyes.

 

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Perseverance

The shards of Narsil in Peter Jackson's The Lo...
The shards of Narsil in Peter Jackson’s The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring. Note that in the book, it is broken into only two pieces. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

All that is gold does not

Glitter,

Not all those who

Wander are lost;

The old that is strong

Does not wither,

Deep roots are not

Reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire

Shall be woken,

A light from the

Shadows shall spring;

Renewed shall be blade

That was broken,

The crownless again

Shall be king.

-J. R. R. Tolkien,(The Fellowship of the Ring)

I love this poem from the book. It has so many different meanings, I think to everyone it means something different, but the theme is perseverance. It is written about Aragon and his fallen Kingdom, but to me it is about hope that one day

The Crownless Shall Be King.

Now I know everyone is  going to think I’m such a loser but I get teary eyed every time I read the Lord of the Rings books. I just love the philosophy in them and I find their “footprints” in almost everything I read. And the fact that I’m an Elf-lover might be another reason.( I heart Legolas) 🙂  I’ll probably end up writing a poem to go with this, that I will post later…

Passion

Deutsch: Rose mit Rauhreif / Eiskristallen

“Take O! Take those lips away,

Those so sweetly were forsworn,

And those eyes, the break of day,

Lights that do mislead the morn;

But my kisses bring again

                                                               Bring again

Seals of love, but sealed in vain,

                                                                  Sealed in vain.”

                                                                                                                                              –William Shakespeare

Forbid me sight of rosy lips

Masters of that poisonous kiss,

Stealing mind and breath away

Spurting weeds of love

To stay

Stare not in jade-n eyes

Promising comfort

But speaking only lustful lies

Be not lured into traps

of counterfeit paradise

And obsolete bliss

Seduce me not with warm embrace

Deceit me not with untainted taste

O’ pseud of love

Leave be.

Poseur of daily dreams

You are but

A whim at hand

Intoxication

Of lust and desire

Fire of hazy compassion

Burning endlessly

Never ending Passion.

Doves

Departing in the dark of night

I leave behind familiar tunes

of you and I and what was and used to be

wordless joys and hopeful dreams 

we were like doves nestled in an olive tree

embracing peaceful serenity

we raised our own

taught them to soar

spreading peace and razing calamities

For in our youth

we spread only truth

and left all vile behind

never looking back to notice

The arrowhead that pierced your naked heart

We were caught aghast

Unbeknownst of the targets

vulnerability

Now I stand upon your grave

my little white dove

who died so brave

buried in the dark of night

without a cry

without a parade

of loved one to send you on your way

to the paradise  of never withering blooms

and never ending days

My tears run streams across my

heart trailing into my troubled mind 

Contemplating what was taken away so soon

Our love was pure

Clean and to some very strange

But it is love still

No matter the critics

Or the Quills

For we are not Romeo and Juliet

Nor Qias and Leila can compare

We are the beams

Of the early sunrise

We are the roots of the eternal tree

We are

Fatima and Ali.