Emotions

[Luzifer]

There is a girl painting silent portraits of all that I own
She smiles down beside me and gives me back my loan
I wonder quiet if she sees the insides I hide from her eyes
And her hair is made of silver made of soul’s typhoon
While around her sings an angel chorus all are out of tune
But she does not hear them she just grins soft and cries
So where, just where’d she come from? And where will she go?
Is she made of my skin and flesh bits? Tell me I don’t know
She seems so very familiar seems like she was here
Way back when there was another but that one did fade
Down, down into the sand dunes where are souls were made
And all that remains of her is a vial of tears
All the water’s coursing through, are all running white
Some are begging me run home some are begging for the night
When one and one are one but I can not let that pass
Because I have to much water and too much too few of math
As all these words that gouge my insides crash into her bath
And she takes them in her arms and like children, she treats them as
Her own like those which were mine, and she begins to clean
Them until they are no longer mine for mine could never gleam
Like those which she has taken, taken just to save
Now she is sitting on a high rope, looking down at me
I wonder if I’m really seeing just what it is I see
But she vanishes and I begin to feel older than the waves

Now the sky is crying and no one knows why
It looks like somebody’s face is water colored ‘cross the sky
It tones the make me stand still looking into me
I wonder if it sees me wonder why shrieks
In peels of sorrows lightning wet as the ground they seek

And I turn back to the road which goes into the sea

And as I stride cold into the waters they begin to pull

Me down to the into the deep where there is a bull

Once made of shiny metal now covered up in rust

And as I float along the seafloor with seaweeds sad and shrill

Screaming sadly waving in the current as the krill

Are floating like a nimbus and settle down like dust

Singing sad discarded sonnets which they can not say

Of things that have crushed them and made them be this way

But see away they go tossed around and gone

I keep on sinking as the darkness of the water carries me on down

Falling to the bottom where there’s a plastic crown

And here a sperm whale’s crying and tears carry him along

So I fall down to the seafloor and stare blankly into the black

I don’t think I can find my way or if I’m going back

And I feel those specters come up saying “Nothing left to save”

And though I know I do not see them I look to where they are

And see nothing save a knife and a broken car

And suddenly it hits me that I am older than the waves

Now the volcano explosive opens up and spews black flame

Which flows up from the insides of all someone tried to name

And with glowing onyx spews red smoke into the air

And you can see the gorillas pound fists against the sun

Which has fallen low after it was scornful shunned

Back down into ground, and now it is drowning there

And a man and another are suddenly disfigured and scream

Soliloquies at each other as they are hoping it’s a dream

But there engines are now broken deep within their heads

And so now I go running from the fires go running to a place

Where an earthquake is a-rumbling and is gone without a trace

Only to be back tomorrow and back again to be fed

With tongues and tossed of daggers that are made of someone’s bones

But I don’t see them as they go by I hide out here alone

Breaking out the windows with monochromatic eyes

And so I’m destroying nothing and breaking all I see

But what else should I be doing? As screaming silently

Is a deranged demoted soldier coming from the sea

His blazing shoulders not extinguished but hotter then before

All the chilled fluids could not quench that core

Where mother’s milk and red letters could not hope to save

And so he joins the other warriors and they all run around

With shatter sever stanzas as they tear the court house down

And all, it slowly downs on me that I am older than the waves

Then the allegro staccato plucking came out of the haze

Where the sound of chattering teeth marked the passage of the days

and when the world has quelled it shaking shall we feel it breath

in pace with the singing birds which right now don’t dare to fly

too scare they are of failure too afraid that they will die

and so they stay up in the perches in the cuticle wreath

and the moon I see it waver way up in the night

where it is so scared that it is the only light

for the stars don’t dare to venture way up there alone

and I see walking people looking down into the earth

what if they should look up? What if they find fear not mirth?

What then will happen? Dear god will they turn to bone?

Nobody can tell you and nobody can know

Save that they know everything but they won’t go

Because they can’t tell if they are certain for they might be wrong

And the picture on the sidewalk is looking like a man

Who doesn’t move at all and is stuck there in the land

Standing there so silent that world just moves along

And leaves him left to his inactions while I just scream out loud

Where is the direction where is the nearest cloud

Where I can find my self and walk into that cave

Where I shall find a diamond that glows inside my fear

But I don’t know I sit down content to count my tears

And suddenly my eyes open and I’m older than the waves

So look at the valley standing grandiose and tall

Parading above the mountains screaming “I can see it all”

Its tread I see in foot prints fading in the snow

Like small disembodied ghost feet that are looking for a soul

In which to find true power to make themselves whole

But they are attached to something who doesn’t feel that low

So with dentures in its mouth the lion bellows out with glee

Watching all the little creatures take to flight and flee

And then lies upon the grass blades but on them is impaled

Since to him they will never bow he doesn’t have the weight

While above a thousand peopled are banging against the gate

Saying “I deserve to be here” though only through soft currents sailed

They eyes are brimmed with fury and brimmed with impish sounds

While laying siege to all of Eden to bring it to the ground

And I watch I don’t know if I fear it or if its all okay

So I walk off feeling heavy and rolling this stone of mine

Which I made for myself long ago in time

And now its my companion and I tell it all I say

As ants are drumming softly and crying out in ire

That the world that is, is not all that the wanted and desire

And so for hours you can hear there squeaking as they rave

And I am so much better at least in my eye

Which has a cataract so it can’t see that I

Am not so but I know I am older than the waves

And then looking to the pilliar which is standing over me

With marble whiteness which is crashing like a sea

Upon it rests something I can not ever hope to view

Its like a paragon of halos which wall apart and sigh

And all the people looking towards like the salesman of the sky

And I hope that I don’t choke upon the true

Feelings that are bubbling from a cauldron underneath my feet

While people take a flagon as they hit the street

Saying “I will make it I will make the grade”

And so through the crossbone crossroads they go with out fear

While some cherubic lyre is play notes so clear

Which are making all those stony hallways into those of jade

With flowers ringing round a socket to hide it from eyes

Which might forget their purpose if it they spy

So with the future flowing it seems there is no ice

In that slipstream coming and so we go to find

All the little presents that are inside our minds

Which grant us our tomorrows and endeavor to entice

And so I bear this little phial filled with liquid gold

All molten like my mother’s fluids and before she was old

And so I will take this precious serum like all that she gave

And with this I will conquer I will seize all by this sign

Like that roman of old, the one named Constantine

So now I come to hit me I am older than waves

Look there is a prison filled with self made men

And all there cells have floors made from bogs and fens

And they are slowly sinking down into the murk

As the guards they walk down hallways carrying no keys

For all the doors are unlocked and everyone can see

Even those who inside there soul forged exiles silently lurk

And I was silently trudging through a crippled would

Where everything was begging to all that they could

And one blindfolded lady could not tell them all

Where they fall on the scale if they are still pure

But it wouldn’t matter they already know for sure

They will tell you they’re damned and waiting for hell’s call

And you can watch they leaves blow but they fall to the ground

To weighted by there perceived persecution to go floating like a gown

And I know that they will be buried and no more be seen

And so old Atlas can no longer hold the world

Too much it is combined with what stones he thought he hurled

But in the end it won’t really matter it is all a dream

And while the congress building becomes a place of trial

But no one comes up to it they know their worth by miles

And they know that no punishment of earth can be really save

And I am on my knees and am crying for the ax

Of the solemn executioner who has gotten lax

But I can still say “I am older than the waves”

Smiles are floating on the Zephyr on the wind of spring

Which comes from the suns direction and on the tree branch sings

Like some bird which it throws about like a child’s stone

And people they are dancing around a bonfire

To a tune which rocks their organs and paints desire

Upon rising flames with flutter and moan

And it all the darkened places a light begins to blow

Shrouding like a nimbus revealing with its glow

And I could never ever tell this girl who is standing next to me

Why we are all happy and why we laugh and play

We care not for what is happening an eternity a day

And our insides start to bubble and we explode with glee

And the rain it is deflected by waves of this pure mirth

While all the plants are lovely and rising from the earth

And they join, undulating, the dancing peoples joyful cries

With neurotic joys and fervor deep within my spine

Some man is casting roses out into a line

Which than form a pointing arrow which faces the churches that rise

Covered up in birthing liquids slick and wet and safe

Growing plastic card connectors which begin the chafe

Against all the fly fancies where the people rave

Distorted I am sing into a microphone

With words I can not spell and which have grown

Up from deep with in me because I’m older than the waves

Oh those tearing claws and talons flying from my hands

Are made of steel and severed starvings and all that I can

Do to keep the wind inside me from breaking loose

as chained cats in a circle are pulling to be free

to do all that they have typed up in their litanies

with eager grasping maws that are held by a noose

made of somebody’s ill perception and nothing but forethought

but with the ruby’s in the pupils it is all for naught

they are shattering the bondings, all rusted by the sea

and collapsing race car notions are surging through the brains

of people who are screaming out loud though not at all insane

with fire brimming in them eager to be free

o, yeah gods I can not stop me I must have my will

and scream out from a faucet in my call so shrill

with time on either my sides flanking me to night

with seventeen discard dervish dancers breaking from the heart

of the rabbit who is blacking everything apart

and wall-eyed I am watch the foam fade out of sight

taking its hallucinogenic passion and burying it away

behind a broken trolley behind the last today

and no the futures brimming with all that I gave

and so I tear at all my collars I tear at all my ropes

so blinded am I by my fury my mind begins to grope

silently for that notion that I am older than the waves

and all these things are crashing in me and making me confused

buffeted by enthusiasm by zealotry abused
and so I look around me at this damn empty room
and so with poster hanging solemn and speaking like a muse
I silently must wonder if they are themselves amused
With ten talking speakers thumping loudly through out a tomb
Made of preconceived condenscention and a lonely mind
But with this rolling tempest breaking I can feel that time
As broken against the window from which I can see
The lake is blowing in the wind which is falling from the sky
With a smashing fire flow that can pass me by
With all these hurricanes a-coming I watch as a tree
Goes crashing against one of its brothers and leans there so weak
And my ears are eyes that see that tell me just what that I seek
Confusing prosaic piles are leaning about to fall
They sing in siren silence and tempt me to their charms
With poetic faces and those philosophic arms
Which can hold me closely, while somebody bawls
So please oh please electronic pedestal don’t you as well die
As this tornado’s blowing I can hear you cry
But from all these twisting tantrums only you can save
So take all that you are and take it deep within
While I am slowly typing down all my whims
With the serpentine knowledge that I am older than the waves

[Heartless Soul Eater]

it took a while to read but it your poem is really good keep writing you got a gift

[Daenerys]

That is the longest poem I have ever read, in my entire life.

I think you could almost take each paragraph and make them seperate poems, and it'd still make sense and stuff.

[.Gogo]

Your poem is really well written, I like all of the comparisons you used in it, and your vocabulary is equisite ^.^ great work! Still pretty long though! Lol <3

[Luzifer]

Heheh, I take it the length is a bad thing? *smirks*

[.Gogo]

Lol not really, it's still worth the effort! ^.^

[Luzifer]

That is the longest poem I have ever read, in my entire life.

I think you could almost take each paragraph and make them seperate poems, and it'd still make sense and stuff.

They were designed to be independent of each other. I took a verse for each emotion and then i gave the person feeling them a sort of disembodied slant, as though the feelings are acting upon him as opposed to being a natural extension of his own being. So the ending verse is meant to take all these little bits and tie them together by shows the confusion they cause in the person feeling them.