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The Flight

“The Flight”
by Cyrustale

I have never asked the wind,
the spirit of the earth,
to bring forth your memory
which haunts me painfully…

More than anything else,
I recall the plucking of strings
The gentle melody,
and the flapping of your wings

Drifting away,
up and away..

#Poetry
#Reminiscence

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Countenance of Sorrow

Princess and Ravens
Photo from: fallandark.deviantart.com

Darkness.
The glaring light beheld beauty
Where dark subdue the frozen soul
Fear not, oh Poe’s Annabel Lee
Find your way, not to the Sheoul
Rest once more..

Oh wind you come, begins September!
existence flourish in vanity
These sea of dreams, I know its queer
Ephemeral, I wish it may
Sleep no more…

Sorrow.
Out of reach, eternal bliss
Of feathers, the seraphs glow
The devil’s scheme you failed to miss
Now wand’ring mind, you wept so slow
Faint, like Faustus’ yore…

Amidst the silence, yearn to pen
Of love that’s strong, whose worth’s ascending
oh Annabel,distressed maiden
Wond’ring still, waiting..
but write still more..

Seclusion.
If lower than the grave, your heart will sink
Tears freely fall, melancholic escape
As pieces of paper, revealed the ink
“Where art thou, my heart’s possessor?
..thy maiden’s secluded here, forevermore…”

© Cyrustale 2011

Author’s Notes:

Did you know Edgar Allan Poe? If so, you must know “Annabel Lee,” one of the greatest poem I ever encountered. It talked about love that ends up tragically with the maiden being separated from his loved on and later passed on to sleep on the grave.

“Countenance of Sorrow” is a poem written on Annabel Lee’s perspective while she is away from her lover. Long distance relationship, aww!

I created this poem when I saw a note from a girl asking where is her boyfriend when she needs him the most especially on the hard times of life.

Enjoy reading! Thank you 🙂

-Cyrustale 2016

 

The Seed

I have to sail–somewhere far
With a silent song
and mem’ries engraved in a photograph
Leaving behind–a seed
soaked wet by your tears
and of future turmoil
echoing–Can we survive this?
When you said it yourself
“We can’t be together–for now…”
So you’ve watch it grow,
until it bloomed
reminiscing our distant yesterday
–melancholic, mystic yesterday
‘til you get tired of watching the li’l plant grow
and left it for someone’s scent
And now–I’m back to the place
Where our promises gave birth
Only to see that once tiny seed
–turned into an enormous tree
But there’s nothing left
between you and me…

© Cyrustale 2016

The seed

I have written this move as a “moving on” after a heartbreak with my first girlfriend. The seed represents the love we have for each other that keeps our relationship. We were still immature back then and I guess I don’t have any idea how to keep a long distance relationship. I haven’t seen her after we broke up through text and she has moved on already. Well, what poets do after a breakup anyway?

Where the River Meets the Sea

River

I thought I have slipped by mistake
In the river flowing strong
Pushing me away–away from land
In the silence of a fading song
As I keep my breath, raising my hand
I’m drowning in, going in the depths
I must have lost myself in defeat
But suddenly the waters glow
As crystal fragments show
And swarms of living creatures
Filled the waters with life
And I’m there with the flow
And breathing beneath the sight
No–I have not slipped by mistake
My old comfort zone’s a fake
For my home’s in this river of grace
Where it meets the sea in its wake

© Cyrustale 2016

This poem is written as I feel so brokenhearted about how my plans of going home was ruined. These are times when my Daddy God is teaching me about getting close to His heart and I’m not giving up whatever the circumstances may be for where I am right now is where He put me to grow best. This poem reminds  me of the message of Ezekiel 47:9:

Swarms of living creatures will live wherever the river flows. There will be large numbers of fish, because this water flows there and makes the salt water fresh; so where the river flows everything will live. (NIV)

I am breathing within this intersection of the river and the sea making everything grow in abundance. Thank You Jesus!

Shuttered Shades of Sena Fe

The city shrugs in dreadful sounds when soundless are their mournful siege
As waves of men that rides on horse with horses’ mane that war has waged
As if to sully what their mighty banner carries, just strained out to haste the reason that’s so mere
Sena Fe’s a city having ruled with idiocy just where religious tyranny’s unclear
The essence of their faith has crushed the city’s gate and mercy granted that’s so late
They bear a cross so mightily it looks, being perverted on this solemn state
When they had shouted, “’tis for greater glory”, when actually they’re sowing violence that’s gory
and all the while their heads on heavens are but heaps of hypocrites enough to stir the laughter of the heathens hanging on the havens of the hate
And utter foolishness resides in forms of godliness which utter goal’s to dominate
When actually it’s opposite as good fruits come just solely from the trees that’s good and bears the emblem of real faith
But absurd is the truth that gaze, though countless times the fire has blazed, the townsfolk seemed to keep on living all the while keep carrying the burden that become their ways
It never dawn that they’re in prison heading to their own destruction far beyond their flesh and bones
But oh, how dreadful it would hurt when all the while they live in mirth if someone, yes but one tell all the young and all young once
That they’ve been living in a lie as puppets playing for the vile whose cares are mundane transient shares wherewith the weak are eaten by surprise
For how can one survive the vanity that bribes the worth of souls that doomed in their demise?
Indeed the worst things in this world are not the wrecks of tyranny but of the fate awaiting those who never knew their enemy when all the while they do is walk in strings in blinded misery

© Cyrustale 2014.

I wrote this poem to illustrate how religion came into someone’s life as a brute force but somehow the person accepts it without challenging it, confirming to its ritualistic prison and became a slave of it. In short, I just hate religion. It divides, and draws men away from the Truth of Jesus Christ. When we can sow love instead of religious dogma.

“The Concealed Past”

“Etealune,” He shrugged as tears slowly filled his eyes to the brim, “Where are you when I needed You the most?”

He felt a sudden sense of heaviness within his heart. Whenever he speak the name of this Person, he was left dumbfounded in awe. The more he think about Him, the more the memories awaken like an unforgettable scent unfurling from the depths of his memory–making him smile a bit. It was several years ago when he and Etealune met, the very same time he knew the essence of His character reflected in His name which means “eternity” according to the ancient tongue.

As his hope and strength slowly regained, he noticed that the book he carried on his back glowed a faint light like a single star trying to shine in the middle of the darkened sky.

He opened the book only to see the glowing phrase that melt his heart with joy. “Was yea erra lhasya yanje…” He recited the words aloud upon the assurance of His promise as he know what Etealune is saying.

“I am with you forever and I’m very much happy and I want this to last for eternity.”

-Cyrustale, TheConcealedPast (Unpublished), circa 2016

#Abba #EtenalSelfExistingOne #ThePlot #Deconstruction #Cyrustale

Fragments Of Cyrustale

He begged her to go with him aboard the airship to escape the impending catastrophe, promised to take her to the places where he had been–for her to know his world but she sadly declined and told him her heart is set on other things.

The airship lifts and the wind consumed it–never to be seen again.
-Cyrustale, The Silver Storm(Unpublished), circa 2016Castle

Random Memories of a Daydreamer

I have only seen her several times, but whenever she’s near, it feels like a whole new world is before my eyes. The way she smile, the way she move, the way her head sways at the rhythm–are just some of the factors that makes my heart beat the hell out of me. At that moment then, I am in awe and wonder. I am so amazed at how someone like her could ever make me feel this way. Someone who can mesmerize me and fill me with hope again. Seeing her in a distance, my heart could leap out of my chest. Whenever she talked, I feel like I’m losing my words. I never wrote about her the way I wrote about others. She’s so perfectly rare. I wish I could hold her hand again just like that time I held hers in the pool and I still recall the way she gripped my arms back. I wanna sing a new song and read my poems to her just like that time when we were on an abandoned train station on a bright summer day and her hair dances with the wind. ^_^

Sigh daydream pa more.

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I Wonder


I wonder where you are right now
What you’re doing when you are sad
And where you lean that fragile heart
Just when your day just turned out bad


When I wonder, it pains me so
When I just can’t be there for you
Who sees the things you want to show?
And who cares ‘bout, troubles you know?


Oh darling, dear, my sweetest pain
When I depart and you remain
And when I know you have my heart
It aches and wished we’re not apart


Oh, I still long to see your beauty
When your eyes shine as they meet mine
Those wavy hair that rides the wind
That gentle smile that makes me fine


And now I wonder what to do
When once again, I’ll go see you
Shall I tease you with all day’s length?
Or shall I hug you with all my strength?

 © Cyrustale 2014.

 

I wrote this poem when I was in college two years ago. At that time, I was in a long distance relationship and it was really hard missing someone an island away. So while waiting, this poem was born.