Diaries Of An Immigrant Soul, Pt.13: an effort, for whom i trust, this maybe farewell!

a note, to bid farewell be well in case this is my end... love to you all

an effort, for whom i trust, this maybe farewell!

 

this day has come to an end...
to unfold the pages we still dont understand
the darkness unveils the truth...
silence it gives, and torture, for the blood on our hand!
the stains that make up our faces with wandering smiles...
pointless, in place...
of customary suits of solemn black!
any fix for this soul? i fear not!
nor the windy suspiration of forced breath
it feeds not the viciousness of sorrow of hollow howls
nor the tempting concept of a quick death!

neither does the fruitful river in thy eye...
for such acts of what a heart could say...
moves along home in such a worthless play!
yet, i have within what passes show...
all but the trapping and suits of woe!

veil has come to thy loving eyes
to unfold darkness, eternal as you and me...
a sea... of impious stubbornness...
resolving the truth before thee to a dew...
the truth i see now, the namely unmanly knew...

the ghost as a glimpse...
A was a vagabond...
it has spoken to me!

the time has come...
that for which any's route shall fall...
any shall not be me!
conceal my weary soul in silence...
o that this do good to me...
and answer maketh none
by a solemn black moon,
and the bottomless late sea!

thus, cast my self in judgment
i myself is subject of and to my birth
such pages that come disclosed...
i made my oath towards my heart,
as towards this earth!

that in the mourn and liquid dew of youth...
the imminent encasement oppressed by lust and fear...
a rebel youth to itself revel, i to myself i grief...
though none else is near
i make my mourning brief!

unearthly is this will i have...
unearthly is this relief
o how voicefully is the yielding of that body...
and how silent is A's grief...
the phantom of any's that is not me...
the voice pf my pain...
endlessly haunting me!

the pages unfold..
speak of such revel inside me...
the woolen knitted sins of contagious blastments
a destiny grappled i have unto my soul with hoops of steel
the loan of pain, that is unwanted but real...
this above all...
to mine own self be true...
a pain i must in-through
as it must follow as the night the day...
every word that should i or not say...
time might have come for me to burn and slay
a scourge still scars with malice my fate...
yet of thorns for those who come after, i must clear the way!

good night!
hereth are thine kisses
blow them to the moon
and vow with such foolish parting knaves
that thy shall see me soon!

 

By:

The Black Iris Of The Luminous Imperious

Reviews

[A.r. Bazian]

you dont really get it... i was gonna get killed 2 days after i wrote this!
i saw it coming!
this wasn't exactly a poem as much as it was an actual farewell

[Burr the Story Sorceres..]

First off, I am so sorry it took me so long to read it! I feel so sad that it did, because it is another piece of amazing!!
You are the greatest poet i have ever met, hands down, in my opinion! It made me so sad but the beauty of it made me smile. A strange and hard thing to pull off.
^ _^

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

This is very good , it reminds me a bit of Shakespeare.. you wrote this so well, very touching ,

Chloe
xoxo

[ANNA]

This have me in tears! Your words touch my face with an feather but with an sore that can't be closed! I loved how you shaped your words. Making them feels as if you were specking them face to face. I'm sorry life has not been kind and I'm very blessed to have know you kind heart. With love and hoping you write back soon!

Much love and respect forever!
Anna. M