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[aid] => mick
[title] => RainyDay
[time] => 2004-09-18 21:21:18
[hometext] => I wrote this about 8 years ago. I know it's long, but what I always found that I particularly liked about this ode, is the imagery that I used back then. I hope you enjoy it.
[bodytext] => Mist be beseeched, pour thyself from thy hanging gardens of the canvas. Be thee the painter- strobe thee the light for which may not enter into the judgement of we who stand below your mass. Mist, we implore! Lead we into not the darkness, but onto light. Thou have the eyes to see, yet have the power to eclipse the sun. Let thy mass protect we with no sin, and shield thee thy gods, for thou art the chariot of which lost souls may ride. Mist from canvas horizons, cast out the radiance and manipulate the darkness to surmise who hath sinned; take pity for we who walk in between, yet conclude harshness for sovereign essence as well destitute beings. Mist of glorious rise and set, stream down thy forgiveness. Show us the way to salvation. Yet, if salvation cannot be consumed by we that live, send down thy justice to annihilate we of filth and tumble the gods from thy chariots. Oh mist, ye who house the divine and carrier of ladened life, floor of the heavens, eye and body- if redemption can be obtainable send thee thy voice whether to sing of love or to shriek with malice. Wind of the skyward body, chant thee thy warnings among us. Lift our eyes to the canvas, and show we who are to be forgiven the way. Wind of the gray quake storms, roar thee the penance and foully curse we who have stepped onto the dark. Rake thy howl across they who art evil and aim there eyes into the plays of their sins. Let them watch! Wind of floor of heaven, praise we who are pure. Sing thee thy songs to nourish our life bonded souls and intone thy applause in our honor. Tell our tells to timeless souls and serenade the gods with our adventurous stories. Yet- Wind of lost souls, bring down the contempt of the heavens. Sweep they who are not worthy from the face of this earth! Wind of the fallen divine, set thee to motion the sins. Show we who do not care, the agony of our immorality. Wind of the gale, torment those who qualify with the wails of a banshee. Scream thy purpose from ocean to last sunrise. Wind, ye art the voice of mist, reprimand those of iniquity yet be thee gentle of we of chastity; call ye the names of those to executed and guard those who are to be spared. Oh wind of paradise shores, gives us charity, give us luck, or give us death. Thunder, cast thy rage upon thy canvas of paintings. If the mist hath sent thee, then let thy vengeance prevail upon the sinners. Send thy streams of lightning to burn the chariots of riders, shocking... obliterating our defenses, for not a soul must escape the wrath of the holy, or use thy power to light the way to good. Send your flaming spears across the sky, let not a one pass. Thunder, cast thy vengeance upon the land. Punish us with your screams of terror. Show us our sins with your flashing light. Have no mercy. Thunder, condemn! Accuse they who art gods, let no one escape, for if we are punished for offendment, let they be too, who offend us. The games they play. Thunder, ye who art justice, sentence all who sin, reprimand those who walk upon a path of which thou hath judged unholy, and take pity on those who try. Oh, thy day of storm and light, Let thou way show the way of what is wrong and right, Oh, on thy day of fire and sound- damn all that lie, For he who now sins is he who shall die. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 151 [topic] => 27 [informant] => Aquaelius [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => NaturePoetry )
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