Post by contention on Jul 13, 2006 12:48:49 GMT -5
What type of light we kneel to find remains so deep by fonder time,
Tis in that loss, all simply see a meaning through eternity.
Haze from high by seeking sought,
Foot upon the upturned plot.
Aloft such flow hath caught the whim, bid unto what glade to swim;
Struck through edge, knocked awry, loose its hands among the pry.
How tussled it flairs, enflamed in mean,
Calmed along our unclaimed dream.
Never rest nor ever ‘sperse, that a blessing, to much a curse;
Bound here, wrapped in feel, separating false of what’s so real.
Honor worth but that of glory,
Told from come an ending story.
Is not in which the darkest soars, that of which the sight implores;
Between the stars and sputtered sky: exist in that, maternal eye.
Twas by the means, circled ‘round;
That of which to mute the sound
To close the gates, that kept within; ignite the candle, relight the sin.
To waken the gap, between the gest; risen above, beyond the rest.
Burning bright, what bright is born,
Bred within the hour morn.
Shall shimmer to swoon, and then to stray; to waken eve and part the day.
What both shall shutter, what ends shall quill; as two are turned in Azure’s wheel.
To die to live, aside the path;
Fallen up shall fall right back.
Tis when the closure comes to peep, and on the soils thrive to seek;
To land unto the silky swash, and sew the stitch unto it's cross.
What exist beyond is far between,
Remaining that for all unseen.
Painters hand retracts once more, taking that which was before;
Spreading single out of reach, a thousand eyes in barren ‘seach.
Such thimble motion, dainty pose,
Lined for retreat, swindled by rows.
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This poem is really out of context on many edges, but the meaning bred in such can be dependent upon what any viewer decides to decipher it as. There are many things discussed, but the main point of perception is left upon the meaning of false representation in the words of Immortality. It something we hear a lot of, and always have even before society had developed in these ways. It was a word of the past, something sought in the Gods so many believed in. So many had hoped to achieve it, to survive within it and see the treasures of the world. Something to hold them together, enough to view the images and the illusions around them for what time could spare. However, always left out of this motion was the natural mean of human emotion. That of which seems to be kindled definetly and naturally aside our souls. To live forever would mean to lose all you had, a fear so many reprehend themselves to; that of which no hands which to part with. Of course, such is a consequence to our abilities; for everything would fall apart, and how it began would never be the same. For, we are easily noticed to change, and to strive within and erupting balance would be it's own destruction in and of itself.
Feeling pains, that of the burden within the chest, for all of manner. Such would be more punishment than worth when given to the side of the subject. However, this is what the poem suggest throughout its line. Starting with simple gestures, positioning to mention that we as a race have searched and seeked out an answer to eternal grace. The "Haze from High" line suggest that looking to faith in life could never give no answers, for religion is a blurred subject. That of which is out of focus and skewed from so many barred beliefs. The foot upon the upturned ground is a mere illusion to standing on your own grave by trying to find an answer in the clouds above. Something that might be conterversial to some, but this is fully dependent upon opinion so no worries on such subjects. The next set of stanza starts out by mentioning the whim, which in this play is that of Immortality. The beating it has gone through over time has cast it out of our main culture, yet in our most scared of dreams it still remains and haunts us. That greed to remain, to put the power down and hold something, anything.
The third stanza goes to complete part of an introduction by mentioning "Never Dispering" as much of a blessing as it is a curse all the while. It is our emotions and our feelings that make us diffrent from everything else, the way we see the world could not be taken through the eyes of another creature. Every speicies is held within a certain facet. As our ourselves, and by such, our emotions are what seem to inevitably reign over the others. Honor can only come after death, for as it seems to flow; for the things you do in life are hardly recognized until you are pardoned. It brings meaning to the saying, "You don't know what it is you have until it's gone". All of the following lines are mere illusions to the immortal strides in the sky. That of which the sun and the moon flow; coming up and coming down upon a similiar pattern. Watched by their eyes, all seem to show along. Following in their footsteps, doing as they please.
This really isn't that much, and it's from a tip of the mind thing and worked on over a few days. However, when summed up the poem more or less is pointing out the effects of how we see Immortality. Something to keep us going along, but all the while there is more to it than given. It's a consequence and a punishment. To thrive and seek forever in a world, a world where everything is always changing and we as humanity are never the same. Those around you to fall, as you would stand, the disgrace upon your shoulders. It also criticizes that of religion, and that looking for answers in such shall lead you only to more questions. Of course, nothing is wrong with religion, mere opinion. Everyone has something they need to believe in to keep them going so it seems.
Tis in that loss, all simply see a meaning through eternity.
Haze from high by seeking sought,
Foot upon the upturned plot.
Aloft such flow hath caught the whim, bid unto what glade to swim;
Struck through edge, knocked awry, loose its hands among the pry.
How tussled it flairs, enflamed in mean,
Calmed along our unclaimed dream.
Never rest nor ever ‘sperse, that a blessing, to much a curse;
Bound here, wrapped in feel, separating false of what’s so real.
Honor worth but that of glory,
Told from come an ending story.
Is not in which the darkest soars, that of which the sight implores;
Between the stars and sputtered sky: exist in that, maternal eye.
Twas by the means, circled ‘round;
That of which to mute the sound
To close the gates, that kept within; ignite the candle, relight the sin.
To waken the gap, between the gest; risen above, beyond the rest.
Burning bright, what bright is born,
Bred within the hour morn.
Shall shimmer to swoon, and then to stray; to waken eve and part the day.
What both shall shutter, what ends shall quill; as two are turned in Azure’s wheel.
To die to live, aside the path;
Fallen up shall fall right back.
Tis when the closure comes to peep, and on the soils thrive to seek;
To land unto the silky swash, and sew the stitch unto it's cross.
What exist beyond is far between,
Remaining that for all unseen.
Painters hand retracts once more, taking that which was before;
Spreading single out of reach, a thousand eyes in barren ‘seach.
Such thimble motion, dainty pose,
Lined for retreat, swindled by rows.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------
This poem is really out of context on many edges, but the meaning bred in such can be dependent upon what any viewer decides to decipher it as. There are many things discussed, but the main point of perception is left upon the meaning of false representation in the words of Immortality. It something we hear a lot of, and always have even before society had developed in these ways. It was a word of the past, something sought in the Gods so many believed in. So many had hoped to achieve it, to survive within it and see the treasures of the world. Something to hold them together, enough to view the images and the illusions around them for what time could spare. However, always left out of this motion was the natural mean of human emotion. That of which seems to be kindled definetly and naturally aside our souls. To live forever would mean to lose all you had, a fear so many reprehend themselves to; that of which no hands which to part with. Of course, such is a consequence to our abilities; for everything would fall apart, and how it began would never be the same. For, we are easily noticed to change, and to strive within and erupting balance would be it's own destruction in and of itself.
Feeling pains, that of the burden within the chest, for all of manner. Such would be more punishment than worth when given to the side of the subject. However, this is what the poem suggest throughout its line. Starting with simple gestures, positioning to mention that we as a race have searched and seeked out an answer to eternal grace. The "Haze from High" line suggest that looking to faith in life could never give no answers, for religion is a blurred subject. That of which is out of focus and skewed from so many barred beliefs. The foot upon the upturned ground is a mere illusion to standing on your own grave by trying to find an answer in the clouds above. Something that might be conterversial to some, but this is fully dependent upon opinion so no worries on such subjects. The next set of stanza starts out by mentioning the whim, which in this play is that of Immortality. The beating it has gone through over time has cast it out of our main culture, yet in our most scared of dreams it still remains and haunts us. That greed to remain, to put the power down and hold something, anything.
The third stanza goes to complete part of an introduction by mentioning "Never Dispering" as much of a blessing as it is a curse all the while. It is our emotions and our feelings that make us diffrent from everything else, the way we see the world could not be taken through the eyes of another creature. Every speicies is held within a certain facet. As our ourselves, and by such, our emotions are what seem to inevitably reign over the others. Honor can only come after death, for as it seems to flow; for the things you do in life are hardly recognized until you are pardoned. It brings meaning to the saying, "You don't know what it is you have until it's gone". All of the following lines are mere illusions to the immortal strides in the sky. That of which the sun and the moon flow; coming up and coming down upon a similiar pattern. Watched by their eyes, all seem to show along. Following in their footsteps, doing as they please.
This really isn't that much, and it's from a tip of the mind thing and worked on over a few days. However, when summed up the poem more or less is pointing out the effects of how we see Immortality. Something to keep us going along, but all the while there is more to it than given. It's a consequence and a punishment. To thrive and seek forever in a world, a world where everything is always changing and we as humanity are never the same. Those around you to fall, as you would stand, the disgrace upon your shoulders. It also criticizes that of religion, and that looking for answers in such shall lead you only to more questions. Of course, nothing is wrong with religion, mere opinion. Everyone has something they need to believe in to keep them going so it seems.
