"Dramacracy"
Flairing up into the heights of spiritual verbatim was once a trying task, yet now I achieve Cadair Idris daily.
Mountain of Poets, it rises in my mind, circles around all the muses of my spirit. I see shatterforms of flightbeings,
winged ones carring verses and prose upon every feather.
Oh you, my every inspiration, how do I know who inspires me?
Those who hurt the most
Or love the least
or that rare shining star....
those are who inspire me.
Dramatic exclamations of spiritual gestation
I've fallen off the rock of God
And into the snakepit I do swim loveingly
I find my brothers trapped by depth and gravity
I stand accused by the Dramacracy
the punishment for Dramatization is Dramatization
And while I am empuddled by the empty verse which grows from my mouth
I envision the Tower of Knowledge, built over the broken garden of my mountains
in the midst of the black rock and the thunder clash I gather my reneged emotions
Between Rainstorm and Sea Stroke the water breaks against the cliff of self
Rainstorms and moonlight inspire me
Love and romance inspire me
True whispers of the heart inspire me
the sound of your voice inspires me
So please, though a mob of angered villagers you may be
Don't do me in, Dramacracy
Exile me to a far away land
away from Symbols and the Devil's hand
And remember, afore I pass away...
Theres another one like me born every day.
Dramacracy
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Dramacracy
With your doubt, all is comfort
We are all as we appear
No more questions left unanswered
No more wonder, no more fear
Nothing is beauty, nothing's feeling
Blood where there once was a soul
So I ask you, prove yourself
Make me believe that you are whole
We are all as we appear
No more questions left unanswered
No more wonder, no more fear
Nothing is beauty, nothing's feeling
Blood where there once was a soul
So I ask you, prove yourself
Make me believe that you are whole
- Zarn Ishtare
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I'm going to explain this one too, because it seems no one commented, and it's inexsplicability may be why.
"Dramacracy"
Flairing up into the heights of spiritual verbatim was once a trying task, yet now I achieve Cadair Idris daily. [Meaning, I am perpetually inspired. Cadair Idris is "The Mountain Of Poets And Madmen" located in Wales, and if you climb it, you are supposed to be inspired...or go mad. Somehow, I fail to see the difference between the two.]
Mountain of Poets, it rises in my mind, circles around all the muses of my spirit. I see shatterforms of flightbeings,
winged ones carring verses and prose upon every feather.[These are both my poems and my muses; it's a little hard to explain, but these are things which inspire me...they brought my poems to me, I should say.]
Oh you, my every inspiration, how do I know who inspires me?
Those who hurt the most [Pain over losing a friend]
Or love the least [Unrequited Love]
or that rare shining star.... [People who care, and care alot. People who just...shine.]
those are who inspire me.
Dramatic exclamations of spiritual gestation [My Rotten Spiritual Condition]
I've fallen off the rock of God [I'm no longer firm in my foundation]
And into the snakepit I do swim loveingly
I find my brothers trapped by depth and gravity [This is both an allusion to my Chinese Zodiac Character, and a veiled self-insult]
I stand accused by the Dramacracy
the punishment for Dramatization is Dramatization [ A bunch of dramatic people calling me a drama queen]
And while I am empuddled by the empty verse which grows from my mouth [Meaning I didn't write this or alot of other poems with great deals of inspiration, unlike my unnamed romantic poem or Romance For Rae]
I envision the Tower of Knowledge, built over the broken garden of my mountains [Hard to say. Both a mental picture I keep seeing and a reference to a refuge for the intellect...among other things.]
in the midst of the black rock and the thunder clash I gather my reneged emotions [My repudiated ideals come back to me]
Between Rainstorm and Sea Stroke the water breaks against the cliff of self [More Mental Imagery]
Rainstorms and moonlight inspire me
Love and romance inspire me
True whispers of the heart inspire me
the sound of your voice inspires me [These should be obvious]
So please, though a mob of angered villagers you may be
Don't do me in, Dramacracy [the gathered mob gets angry, an allusion to the same dramatic accusations of drama]
Exile me to a far away land
away from Symbols and the Devil's hand [DEATH TO SYMBOLISM!!!! Sorry, it's a "Zarn" thing.]
And remember, afore I pass away...
Theres another one like me born every day. [Meaning both that they can't get rid of me and their will always be people like me to call them on their bull]
[This Poem was about several things: My anxiety over friends, betrayal, whispering behind my back, the elemental and very real things that truly inspire me...]
"Dramacracy"
Flairing up into the heights of spiritual verbatim was once a trying task, yet now I achieve Cadair Idris daily. [Meaning, I am perpetually inspired. Cadair Idris is "The Mountain Of Poets And Madmen" located in Wales, and if you climb it, you are supposed to be inspired...or go mad. Somehow, I fail to see the difference between the two.]
Mountain of Poets, it rises in my mind, circles around all the muses of my spirit. I see shatterforms of flightbeings,
winged ones carring verses and prose upon every feather.[These are both my poems and my muses; it's a little hard to explain, but these are things which inspire me...they brought my poems to me, I should say.]
Oh you, my every inspiration, how do I know who inspires me?
Those who hurt the most [Pain over losing a friend]
Or love the least [Unrequited Love]
or that rare shining star.... [People who care, and care alot. People who just...shine.]
those are who inspire me.
Dramatic exclamations of spiritual gestation [My Rotten Spiritual Condition]
I've fallen off the rock of God [I'm no longer firm in my foundation]
And into the snakepit I do swim loveingly
I find my brothers trapped by depth and gravity [This is both an allusion to my Chinese Zodiac Character, and a veiled self-insult]
I stand accused by the Dramacracy
the punishment for Dramatization is Dramatization [ A bunch of dramatic people calling me a drama queen]
And while I am empuddled by the empty verse which grows from my mouth [Meaning I didn't write this or alot of other poems with great deals of inspiration, unlike my unnamed romantic poem or Romance For Rae]
I envision the Tower of Knowledge, built over the broken garden of my mountains [Hard to say. Both a mental picture I keep seeing and a reference to a refuge for the intellect...among other things.]
in the midst of the black rock and the thunder clash I gather my reneged emotions [My repudiated ideals come back to me]
Between Rainstorm and Sea Stroke the water breaks against the cliff of self [More Mental Imagery]
Rainstorms and moonlight inspire me
Love and romance inspire me
True whispers of the heart inspire me
the sound of your voice inspires me [These should be obvious]
So please, though a mob of angered villagers you may be
Don't do me in, Dramacracy [the gathered mob gets angry, an allusion to the same dramatic accusations of drama]
Exile me to a far away land
away from Symbols and the Devil's hand [DEATH TO SYMBOLISM!!!! Sorry, it's a "Zarn" thing.]
And remember, afore I pass away...
Theres another one like me born every day. [Meaning both that they can't get rid of me and their will always be people like me to call them on their bull]
[This Poem was about several things: My anxiety over friends, betrayal, whispering behind my back, the elemental and very real things that truly inspire me...]
With your doubt, all is comfort
We are all as we appear
No more questions left unanswered
No more wonder, no more fear
Nothing is beauty, nothing's feeling
Blood where there once was a soul
So I ask you, prove yourself
Make me believe that you are whole
We are all as we appear
No more questions left unanswered
No more wonder, no more fear
Nothing is beauty, nothing's feeling
Blood where there once was a soul
So I ask you, prove yourself
Make me believe that you are whole
- Zarn Ishtare
- Posts: 1295
- Joined: Wed Feb 11, 2004 4:23 am
- Location: HELL HATH NO FURY, AT ALL.
It was helpful for me to read the poem for the first time along with the explanations. Thanks for taking the time to add those in.
[SIZE="4"][color="DarkSlateBlue"]God has called me to mission work in Paraguay and Brazil. I may return to CAA someday. God bless all of you![/color][/SIZE]
[i]Two vast and trunk-less legs of stone stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, half sunk, a shattered visage lies. Round the decay of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare the lone and level sands stretch far away. On the pedestal these words are inscribed:
“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!â€
[i]Two vast and trunk-less legs of stone stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, half sunk, a shattered visage lies. Round the decay of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare the lone and level sands stretch far away. On the pedestal these words are inscribed:
“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!â€
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