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[May. 26th, 2007|11:20 pm] |
Yep, I felt like "spamming" with my poetry to no one else's benefit but my own.
Sorry, and feel free to skip it if you are so inclined. |
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[May. 26th, 2007|11:17 pm] |
Finda é a era em que os dias fenecem,
Em que o negrume tem na terra governo.
Em que raios do sol nenhum corpo aquecem,
E o solo morre em gelado inferno,
É dia de esperança:
para os caçadores,
Que feros cavalgam pelo firmamento
Deixamos à porta, em sinal de bonança
Boas vitualhas, como mantimento.
Enfeita-se o tronco do eixo do mundo,
brindamos comendo e bebendo à lareira
Pedimos aos deuses nova vida à eira:
Que o ventre da terra renasça, fecundo.
E dançamos loucos, a toda a brida
Celebramos felizes o retorno eterno
O desabrochar de uma nova vida
Na noite mais longa de todo o Inverno. |
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[May. 26th, 2007|11:16 pm] |
The sky's looking grim, The stormclouds subsiding,
Yet I pray of the wind: " sail me far from this shore,
And show me a land whereto no man was guided,
Show me where lie those Edens of yore.
The haven that hides that spirit primordial,
Well fed by the bosom of sweet savagery
Where the laws of the wild that rule every mortal
Still vigour and shine in all purity
So lend my sails haste
I wish to depart
That old world behind me
Says naught to my heart
Its gleam of fools gold
Tricks those blind to see,
That its spark hides a taint
-That no matter how faint
Is yet to fool me-"
Such were then my pleas sung with feverish zeal
Which caught some capricious deity's ear
For no sooner they're spoken, I began to feel
Such powerful presence that quelled me with fear
Thus spoke:
"In vain you escape, for naught do you flee
those dreamy chimeras you so ardently preach
May indeed exist beyond the vast sea,
And yet they'll be ever away from your reach.
For even if you sail the uncharted oceans
And stumble on shores still free of the Taint,
What good will it be? The Taint lives in humans
And tell me ( I beg you, without scowl or plaint),
What else but a Human will you ever be?"
And with that was it gone, my fate thus decided;
Resigned, i sailed back 'cross the length of the sea
Back into my home, neath storm clouds subsided. |
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[May. 26th, 2007|11:15 pm] |
A fig upon this situation
Of which I seem ever in yoke
Damn those Gods that saw me fit
As their private cosmic joke.
For it seems the Drama Queen
Saw my life as fitting King
Ceasing seldom to provoke
Yet new pains for me to choke.
Like a puppet on a string
I am dragged across the stage
Quoting lines of silly play,
Of whose outcome I have weaned.
I feel victim of a gag,
Which dispenses mirth and Humour
For who's wont of a punchline
When they have a punching bag?
Might as well just spread the rumour:
"Come and see the gods' own freak
Turn him round and have your kicks
No remorse on his behind;
Try it, test him, you will find,
Sad he may be, but not weak.
Come and see the Gods' own freak!"
You, kind reader, will forgive
All the venom I keep spurting
But what else to do?, Mayhaps grieve,
Bitch and moan, and loose my cool?
No. 'Tis better, I believe
To use sarcasm as the tool
Upon which I find reprieve
Of the lot of being Gods' Fool. |
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[May. 26th, 2007|11:12 pm] |
See this Vessel cold and shrivelled,
With deep lines its features ciselled,
And whose tenrdils dry and withered
Are mere draping for the bones
Gaze upon it: Be deceived
By its rotting frailty
-Far more than the eye can see
Lies within this ghastly Crone.
For even such decrepitude
Can spawn from within its sinews
Yet some new promise of life.
Such is nature's fortitude
Each demise births something new
To perpetuate its strife |
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| It's a date |
[Dec. 17th, 2006|01:32 pm] |
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Hordes of Yore are going stateside. We're participating in the second edition of Heathen Crusade, along Bal Sagoth, Rudra, Månegarm, and our very good friends Mael mordha. It'll be something crazy to achieve, but, hey, we like crazy, and for somethng like this to happen only two years after we formed, is awesome. |
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[Sep. 6th, 2006|09:58 pm] |
"Toda esta costa do Grande Verde (...) estava atulhada de deuses. Uns deslumbravam pela perfeição da sua beleza, outros pela complicação da sua ferocidade. mas todos se misturavam à vida humana, divinizando-a: viajavam em carros triunfais, respiravam as flores, defloravam as virgens adormecidas. por isso eram amados com um amor que não mais voltará."
Eça de Queirós |
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| A new account, for a new life. |
[Jul. 4th, 2006|11:53 am] |
I'm deleting the old LJ, and starting anew. But, I'm not planning on making too many updates on this one, mind. If you're on this friend list, it mostly means that I am interesting in following up the going ons in your lives, your thoughts, your pictures, and/or your literary musings.
And that's basically it. |
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