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Post by Witcher Wolf on Jun 22, 2004 13:41:28 GMT -5
My life is a Carousel.
Each new moment is weighted against the next,
each step and turn is compared to a probability.
I am the wheel of Father's will.
I am his right hand.
I am his left.
My life is a Carousel.
I am the Angel of Death in a world with no Angels,
A pitch-dark weapon of calculating effect.
I am the wheel of Father's will.
Devoid of emotion.
An equation of balance.
My life is a Carousel.
I pitch and turn with a staccato beat,
A flash of enlightenment and the enemy falls.
I am the wheel of Father's will.
A Cleric of the Tetragrammaton.
The last line of defence.
My life is a Carousel.
In a world where joy burns and hope is a flat stone,
I feel no pity or fear for I am as hollow as the tomb.
I am the wheel of Father's will.
Prozium is my friend.
Prozium is my master.
I am the wheel of Father's will.
The wheel turns eternal.
My life is a Carousel.
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Post by Libby on Jun 22, 2004 13:51:07 GMT -5
Stunning writing as usual. I read this silently, then again out loud and really felt the rhythm of the verse...
Interesting thing about carousels...once they're whirling, you might want to get off, but can't; then eventually the spinning and turning becomes the only world that exists. I really like the analogy here...food for thought - ;D again.
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Post by Witcher Wolf on Jun 22, 2004 13:56:53 GMT -5
*grins*
Breath of Fire
“It is better to have loved and lost – than never loved at all”
The pages of the book I read, as I flipped in cold and dread,
gave to me an insight great, about our society devoid of hate.
Shakespeare, Yeats and all the rest, reviled and feared,
when they should be blessed.
Sent instead to face no trial, gathered sorted in a pile,
held in a flat grey cell, their final fate to be sent to hell.
Perished words with such a phrases turn,
thrown into a chamber, there to burn.
And I here stand now soon to follow,
throat so dry, can barely swallow.
A single moment before the pyre,
to perish in a Breath of Fire.
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Post by Libby on Jun 22, 2004 14:09:20 GMT -5
*rendered somewhat speechless this time*
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Post by Sontin-JudasFm on Jun 22, 2004 16:50:31 GMT -5
Nice work! I especially like the last two stanzas in Breath of Fire 8-)8-)  |
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Post by MisterAnderson on Jun 22, 2004 18:26:28 GMT -5
Not one, but 2 great poems! WD Wolfenstein! Well we seem to have quite a little gathering of poets in our midst. Keep it up people! |
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Post by MAX on Jun 22, 2004 19:44:17 GMT -5
Very nice Wolf!  I especially liked 'Breath of Fire'. Beautifully done. |
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Post by Xenia Onatopp- Bale on Jun 23, 2004 8:45:26 GMT -5
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Post by Witcher Wolf on Jun 24, 2004 5:08:19 GMT -5
Thankee all |
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Post by Xenia Onatopp- Bale on Jun 24, 2004 8:56:49 GMT -5
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Post by mawa on Jun 24, 2004 9:17:12 GMT -5
Look, what we've got here... Two beautiful poems! You and Libby have really pampered me  A flash of enlightenment and the enemy falls - my favorite line of yours. Was it just me or is there a sort of wicked irony? Yeah, I would surely feel enlightened, if the flash of the fired gun was the last thing I'd see in my life.  As for the "Breath of Fire" - I'll leave it without any comment, as nothing more appropriate than "beautiful" comes to my mind right now. |
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Post by Witcher Wolf on Jun 24, 2004 17:37:53 GMT -5
Look, what we've got here... Two beautiful poems! You and Libby have really pampered me A flash of enlightenment and the enemy falls - my favorite line of yours. Was it just me or is there a sort of wicked irony? Yeah, I would surely feel enlightened, if the flash of the fired gun was the last thing I'd see in my life. As for the "Breath of Fire" - I'll leave it without any comment, as nothing more appropriate than "beautiful" comes to my mind right now. The enlightenment line/idea comes from the last moment of the enemy. But does the enlightenment come to the executioner or he/she that fell. And could there be a link to that line and the trademark muzzle flash of the Grammaton Pistols? The answer, like EQ itself is...it's what /you/ make of it As for Breath of fire, *blushes* heh, beautiful...heh...I try |
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Post by Witcher Wolf on Jun 24, 2004 17:58:33 GMT -5
A hole in a book
In watchful Gothic splendour, my eyes see only the betrayal of my trust.
Pregnant shadows give pause to dappled soliloquy, emotions banned, fear and lust.
Across from me the betrayer shows no hint of redemption, in his eyes.
I feel the course of action in predicted clarity, soon one of us will die.
No begging or pleading from his lips, falls like a bloody petal'd rose.
He knows the path he's walking, the fateful destiny he's chose.
Alone now there he sits a hand moving down, my choice is now but one.
His motion forces me to act, I seek the trigger of my gun.
A flash of light in Grammaton's cross, the betrayer jerks back swift.
A smoking hole within a book, I dispensed my final gift.
I want to feel and want to cry, for the life before me now robbed.
But I serve a liquid master now, preventing even a single sob.
I turn from him my once good friend, and walk a lonely path.
Back to the arms of my fellow Clerics, as black as shadow's laugh.
Death's hand motions at me from behind a veil, but I do not see her wave.
My time will come, they know this now for I am Father's slave.
My arm is his and his will be done, to feel is now to die.
Let it be known across the land, I come for those who try.
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Post by Sontin-JudasFm on Jun 24, 2004 19:40:14 GMT -5
My arm is his and his will be done, to feel is now to die.
Let it be known across the land, I come for those who try. Ooh...those lines sent actual chill shivers down my spine...great stuff!  |
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Post by Xenia Onatopp- Bale on Jun 25, 2004 9:54:44 GMT -5
I'm dumbfounded by this thought-provoking poem. Excellent work again, Wolfy.
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Post by Libby on Jun 25, 2004 17:22:44 GMT -5
Where to begin...? Best poem I've read for God knows how long...
It's possibly because the subject matter is now so ingrained that every line rings true...
'But I serve a liquid master now'....wonderful imagery...
This should have had a thread of its own!
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Post by Witcher Wolf on Jun 25, 2004 17:54:58 GMT -5
*blushes* I was thinking of a different thread, but I decided to opt to put it in with the others.
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Post by mawa on Jun 27, 2004 5:27:17 GMT -5
I want to feel and want to cry, for the life before me now robbed.
But I serve a liquid master now, preventing even a single sob. Another terrific poem of yours, Wolf. Especially those two beautiful lines quoted above are my favorites. Imagine, while I was reading this, I was listening to an insanely bleak ( and insanely long ) Lustmord track. These two ( this poem and the music ) match perfectly together. Wolf... Jen will be proud to add those to the fan poetry section. I would be surely proud if I were her. |
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Post by Xenia Onatopp- Bale on Jun 28, 2004 8:06:48 GMT -5
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Post by JenGe on Jul 18, 2004 22:35:28 GMT -5
Jen will be proud to add those to the fan poetry section. I would be surely proud if I were her. I just updated the poetry page & I want to tell all of you especially Wolf, Libby, MaWa, & Esther what a thrill it is to be able to have such talented contributors to the site. The inspiration that you pull from the film always amazes me. I am beyond proud...I am honored!! I just wish I could work faster!! Jen www.freewebs.com/equilibrium-movie/equilibriumfanpoetry.htm |
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Post by Witcher Wolf on Jul 19, 2004 5:06:28 GMT -5
*grins and wurfs*
*blushes and grins some more*
Cool updates!
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Post by Cleric Dogbert on Jul 19, 2004 6:37:11 GMT -5
I am in awe of people who can do poety. Ah well, we all have different talents.
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Post by Xenia Onatopp- Bale on Jul 19, 2004 8:21:06 GMT -5
Indeed. This board is full of people of different talents. Geniuses uninterrupted.
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Post by Libby on Jul 19, 2004 11:02:42 GMT -5
Many thanks Jen. ;D
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