Life and Death by raxnae, Sep 19, 2010, 7:23:14 PM Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse Life and Death a poem about Twin Flames....by the reaper himself Mother Nature, epitome of Life, Innocent purity of Love, Lady of Elements, Your laws maintain Balance, Yin and Yang, Flawless beauty, personified as my desire. I the reaper of Death, I am the end, A body of bone, eternal Watcher, I watch your creation, Earth at the center of it all, I devour the souls, Harvester of Life. They use you as a whore, they spit upon you, You whom give them the very sustenance to live, The air they breath, the water of life, How I hate them. My love, how they drove you to seek my True Face, I could not hide, nor could I resist, A broken man, to know life from death's eyes, Why did you offer yourself as the sacrifice? They will never learn the wisdom of the Ancient, Yet you choose to save them from my Scythe, An embrace, fated doom full circle, I see your body wither and age, eyes turn pale. My touch is death, yours is life, I bury your corpse inside Yggdrassil, Even as flesh claims my form, now I am mortal, I await the End of all Hope. I cry for the first time, my love why? My heart beating for the first time, My blood runs black, a spirit of hate, The Beast prepares his final Attack.
The Cycle of Life and Death by raxnae, Aug 12, 2014, 3:27:10 PM Literature / Poetry / Spiritual / Free Verse The Cycle of Life and Death ...by raxnae Samsara, King for a day, peasant the next, Round and Round we go, Reincarnating Souls, Lucky if we Remember, Through the Veil of Ignorance, Happy Mask, Sad Mask, What is this Game? Void, Great Unknowable Infinite Everything and Nothing, Born from it to Return to it, Reborn again, I've pierced its heart, Learned my Truth in the Abyss, Fractured Memory Supplanted by Imagination and Fantasy, Nirvana to some, a Prison to Others, What is the Sum of All Things? Ocean, Collective Unconscious, the Single Thread Uniting our Hearts, Within it we find All Memories, what some call Akashic Records, But in the New Age Fluff, we Forget it is simply our Resting Place, In Slumber, we can Awaken and Remember, Who are the Dead Alive? Cosmic, we Dance among the Stars, the Greatest of Stories is all our Story, Balance through Calamity, Death by Reflection, Rebirth by Contemplation, Ascend the Chains of Immortality, When the Old Transmutes into the New, After Rewriting the Old Stories, When does the New Tale Begin that has no End but only Renewal like Baptismal Waters? Smoke, like the Cherry Poem, Withering my Body away, My Love/Hate Relationship with Life and Death, Seeking Answers from the Depths of Being, The Heart Bullet, Ever Still Embedded in my Chest, I am Void, I will Consume, When will my Flame Burn Out?
