riVen

The horse for willow

ears twitching, sunlight flashing,whips lashing
as you are drove towards sanctuary
blinkers lifting, sweat cascading, speed rising
as you open your mighty flanks

the land opens immense before you
these fields of bread, the fields of gold
you main swishes behind your sparkling head
as stars look down at wonders untold

you thunder through the cleansing, clean water
spray shedding sparkling light throughout the world
you stand ther, majestic
blending into this moasic
the air clouding as you release your intake
of relinquished dreams and reminiscences
of sweet honey'd air and winter due
as the world surronds you in a gentle hue

i love to stand and stare up at the stars
an empty, free world without scars
shaped of a horse of black and white
shining in the night
bringing tears to my sych........(mongol horse tender)

as always i sit here to remember
to encroach on those painful thoughts
that i so vividly assemble
watching my horse run in grass, ancient and pristine
bringing elation that makes me tremble

if i were a horse with a smooth coat of armour
with legs like mountains, like a train of steel
living in a tranquil world of little clamour
with only a whinny for a sigh
and a most gentle syce
oh to live in a land og gentle spray and flight
where i need not to cry


For what avail the plough or sail, Or land or life, if freedom fail?—Emerson

Willows

That was beautiful!! Thank you sooo much for sharing!

riVen

The Dream of Ossian
Ingres
Oil on Canvas, 1813
Musée Ingres, Montauban


celtic stuff

riVen

Waterfall/lost

the drops of the falling river
bring dreams lasting forever
as we thr warriors stand with weapons bristling
ready to defend our realm at all costs
we marched through the swamps and the marshes
to reach this place of mystery

the spirits stir these enchanted waters
bringing folklore foaming to our minds
of Mil and his strong sons
and of Breena, the black haired one
floating over our heads with wings of darkness
eternally enshrouded by a shy of white
from the island, teeming with life
comes birds and bees
and it springs forth majestic trees
the island is like an emerald
embedded in a sea of turquoise
shining brighter than the diamond surronding it

the drums of war summon the hoards
scuttling towards their rotten fields
filled with foolish man and futile ideas
gleaming like rats, covered in silver oil
we stand here staring at the enemy
baring our ugliness to defend our land

and when the raven haired one circles again
coming down from her enchanted hills
flying through the spray of blood
forever now entwined with the river
and now the only thing forming
is our ever dwindling family ties
and as the rooks and ravens decend
their claws and wings sharpe and edged with intent
the carrion filling nostrils with stench
our most glourious, shining bane
we leave empty hearted and lame
as the river cries and bleeds
and on the emerald isle and its shore
blood thirsty beasts feast in hoards

how can i describe such a thing as beauty
when all i see are gleaming eyes of gore
it reminds me of places i have been
and things i have seen
staring into shallow modern skulls
where silent eyes gleam

the ravens still circle
not heeding breena's call
and even though my life is living here
my mind sees a repetition of the past

peering through my eyes into the past/present/future
i realise that i am looking at repulsion and fear
it is now that i know that my vote has been cast
amidst these shallows, full of warrior tears
making an emerald isle shining bright
in a wirld that has forgone its sight
and now, carrion seeps from these hollow fields of glory
washing away all our hidden glories.

countzero

wow! your work rawks, a genuine talent keep it up. cant beleive i havent read this thread before

riVen

Waterfall 2

The waterfall gently caresses the rock face
as it floats down into a spray
silently landing on the softened turf
uttering a forgotten word to whom we pray

the birds weave intricate, delicate patterns
in, out and through the mystifying waterfall
gentle sounds gusting ever strong
chirping, splashing, life as we near the waterfall

life sparkles in the mouth of the river
as the world drifts down from above
filled with the sustaining nutrients of vitality
painting a effeminate picture here, my love

and as we move ever closer to our destination
we let our love pick its inspiration
as it flies past the thunder and lightning
of a river, gently falling into our abode

here the circle of life is in its infancy
encouraging others to begin anew
to renew lost words and beautiful poems
as it massages our ears from its pews

and as the rings of water fall to the ground
shaded deep silver and immaculate gold
we don't hear the mournful cry
of that all ravishing hoard

even as our blood/love/despair??? is cut loose
into the river of sorrow and jubilation
a spirit has taken our finite hands
and brought us into a land of elation
one that matches your eyes of laughter
but that is of no matter
as even heaven can match your pulchritude [not sure if that should be ..ity]

one describing sorrow.... one describing love





Atqui vivere militare est.—Seneca
Non est vivere sed valere vita.—Martial
All that a man has will he give for his life.—Bible
Our life is what our thoughts make it.—Aurelius
In short measures life may perfect be.—Jonson
All is concentr’d in a life intense.—Byron
As though to breathe were life!—Tennyson
How good is man’s life, the mere living!—Browning
Life’s but a walking shadow.—Macbeth
A little gleam of time between two eternities.—Carlyle
The vital warmth that feeds my life.—Otway
Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Stains the white radiance of eternity.—Tennyson
Life, a beauty chased by tragic laughter.—Masefield
To each a man that knows his naked soul.—Kipling

riVen

the only photo of me on the whole net and i am doing a f***in mick jagger (on the left)Ps. i have blue eyes

riVen

teardrop

from every eye to every floor, there is a journey
of immense proportions, intertwined with your soul
a living life like no other
that threatens, to all your emotions, smother

to bear your soul
and leave your bones shining
trying to drown all these surronding tears
erupting from your eyes, desending to your toes

during this journey, a multitude of mysteries are past
a body, a soul, a gleatinous mind
that all make the whole
from our hearts a fountain of blood is pumped
that drives chemical sparks and enshrouding flows
of endorphins and encapsulated words

but it is in these tears that the explaination lies
of the sorrow, pain, hurt and lies
that surges like a torrent full of torture
bringing bile from my pit because of this fortune

and
as the tear swirls in the assuaging air
the light refracting through its aura
casting shadows as this gentle halo falls
while i am listening to the murmers of my mind

are you scared of those rapterous tears falling?
containing every single thought, every single word
crystalizing our loves, shattering our sorrows
seperating our interconnected, fragmented parts
so that ot yourself you may see
the story of our lives enveloped by these tears

but what happens when the dark leaves you alone
silently browsing our lives through a storm
but what happens as it threatens to overwhelm you
like the stinking rotten flesh of a Kolkatan (Calcuta) dorm
as you stand there staring in at our morbid humanity
thats whistling sumptiously flowing in the air
as i search for the hidden shoulders of understanding love
and sanity

quite weird structurally and also don't have to use tears...eg laughter?

White_Forest

Hey riVen, I love your stuff! Especially waterfall/lost. Keep posting, I can't wait to read some more.

Soultress

I've only read your first page so far, but I really love the way you express yourself through your lyrics....
Especially your last one "Dante's inferno"

That was amazing, those 3 lines left me speechless, cause in that short phrase you said so much...
I am really loving the way you write.
Looking forward to coming back in here and reading more.