Post by reasonrhymer1 on Sept 25, 2007 2:35:51 GMT -5
Ok, so this is an attempt at a new style of poetry-- perhaps or a short story.
I have shared this with a few but no one seems to get what it is about so heres a little sinopisis that may help.
So our main guy is being hounded by a dream that is bothering him, A knight that comes in his dreams. Basically this Knight is really "himself" from some past existance, where he is hung up so-to-speak on the death of a "fellow Knight" our guy (our Knight) feels responsible for. The rest of it you will have to figure out.
I know is a bit long, I cut it as much as I could to maintain the whole story I envisioned. If in
it you happen to make it all the way through. Let me know what if any thoughts you have about it. Like does the story come through?
Thanks,
George
One Knight’s Dream
Through the quest of life,
Through your rest of night,
your Knight visits without blame,
his steeds hoof beats thunder in silence,
lightning calls out your name.
The hoof beats prepare for the sentencing,
Your heart beat prepares for the purging.
Turning away from what is calling,
your sleep-- your attempted hiding,
turning away-- your attempted stalling.
The force of his blade, sharp and true
slices through silence,
Like a chilling breeze
slicing through to the bones.
A memory once cold now bleeds alive;
a code, a holly quest,
visions of valor and loyalty,
armor shielding all that is true,
a promise to brothers in arms.
All in a Knights rest,
All in a Knights test.
Shaking yourself out of this unpleasant dream.
Waking to the start of your workday,
it’s a Monday in the year 2007.
Going through your day,
this dream haunts you,
Traversing of the mind, thinking
"It’s just a poem, a song, a childhood fable."
The drink at days end,
hopes for numbing of the mind.
You drink daily-- the duties of serfs,
your attempted busyness-- you drink in vain.
This daily toast, a prayer to the maker
that this calling will stop and so end the pain.
Drunken silence once again falls
upon the darkness of mind.
You fall in to your fitful dream
A thin ray of light shines through,
a cloudy night, muffles your scream.
Looking to the top of a hill your sight turns,
to a shadow of a shining sword raised
high above it’s mount.
Sleep still overcomes his prey.
The knight just sits there in the distance,
Waiting, waiting for you to do battle today.
Resting in your bed, head upon your pillow,
it starts again, the thundering hoof beats,
the Knight comes down the hill and drawls nearer,
lightning in his calling strikes deep within.
You try to run but at his feet, you fall in fear.
He looks deep within you with piercing eyes,
he has not come to slay you,
but remind you of your place on high--
among the gallant and the sovereign,
of a long lost Knighthood.
You tell him; "you must be mistaken,"
"you got the wrong guy!"
He looks at you and smiles,
growls a deep laugh,
and continues to laugh.
He takes you by the hand,
with his armored glove.
A full colored battlefield emerges,
Green grasses filled with freshly spilled blood.
On your own steed with nostrils flaring,
his heated breath steaming out.
You wear the armored glove you held moments ago.
Now fully clad in body armor,
you scream out an unearthly batty cry.
A fallen knight lay in front of you slain by the enemy,
he looks up at you with piercing eyes,
familiar but not the eyes that brought you here,
he growls a similar deep laugh
and calls upon you to "fight on!"
Two Knights taking on
seventy-five to save a village of farmers.
All but a few of the enemy still stand.
Three in front and three to each side.
You wheel to the right,
with two mighty swings of your sword,
three men fall.
In front, three still come forward,
you gallop and with a crushing blow to the first,
his body falls lifeless to the dirt below.
The other two step back,
you leap your steed forward,
two fall, cut with two more deathly swings.
The last three to the left turn their backs to run,
you race your horse at full speed,
cutting them off and face them.
They die like the others,
swiftly and without remorse.
Racing back to the fallen Knight,
he is sill lying there, still smiling.
The tears you can’t hold back,
in mystery-- you wonder why.
You say to your brother in arms,
“why did you bring me here?”
He speaks to you and says,
“you have been stuck hear,
Wasn’t me who brought you back,”
But, your own "code" beckoned your return.
Why you forget,
why you no longer wear your arms,
why you curse your code.
The answered lies here with me, "my death."
In his dying breath he speaks,
"It was your Idea to fight these,
seventy-five men who lie here today,"
In my own weakness, I broke the code,
tempting you to turn away from what I feared
was sudden death for both of us.
I would have chose to turn my back
on the farming village, to fight another day.
Thus, I broke the code!
You, you most honorable gallant knight,
you chose to fight,
and fight you did, to victory.
Upon leaving this field
you chose to blame yourself forever,
for your brother’s falling, "me."
You cursed your promised code,
you chose to live As a run-of-the-mill human--
a boring and treasonous lot.
As his breath slowed to a stop,
you take his armored glove in yours.
In an instance-- you peer down from a hill,
holding high your sword of valor.
A thin ray of light shines through,
a cloudy night muffles your scream.
At the bottom of the hill your sight turns,
You see yourself lying in bed, head upon your pillow.
You gallop forward on your steed,
the thunder of the hoof beats begin,
lightening in your voice calling out your own name,
Wake-up! Wake-up! Wake-up!
You kneel beside yourself,
slowly pulling your sword,
you tap the gleaming metal
lightly on the both sides of your sleeping shoulders,
whispering in your own ear,
“I solemnly swear and vow, to follow this Code:
With all my life and lives to come, I pledge;
to champion for right and good,
to fight against the forces of evil,
to be true and seek that which is true,
to have courage in the face of all evil,
to seek justice for the one and the all,
to seek the Grail within myself forever.”
With a slight pause, you lightly tap the blade on your head
And proclaim "Be thou a good Knight”
Reaching with your armored glove
to hold your own naked hand,
your sleeping mind fights the sentencing,
the body quivers and shakes,
your heart beat bleeds of the purging.
Opening your eyes, you see your reflection,
Your Knight In Shining Armor, YOU!
Awakening from lifetimes of slumber.
Knighted anew, in--
one nights dream, in--
One Knight’s Dream.
Reasonrhymer
.........................
I have shared this with a few but no one seems to get what it is about so heres a little sinopisis that may help.
So our main guy is being hounded by a dream that is bothering him, A knight that comes in his dreams. Basically this Knight is really "himself" from some past existance, where he is hung up so-to-speak on the death of a "fellow Knight" our guy (our Knight) feels responsible for. The rest of it you will have to figure out.
I know is a bit long, I cut it as much as I could to maintain the whole story I envisioned. If in
it you happen to make it all the way through. Let me know what if any thoughts you have about it. Like does the story come through? Thanks,
George
One Knight’s Dream
Through the quest of life,
Through your rest of night,
your Knight visits without blame,
his steeds hoof beats thunder in silence,
lightning calls out your name.
The hoof beats prepare for the sentencing,
Your heart beat prepares for the purging.
Turning away from what is calling,
your sleep-- your attempted hiding,
turning away-- your attempted stalling.
The force of his blade, sharp and true
slices through silence,
Like a chilling breeze
slicing through to the bones.
A memory once cold now bleeds alive;
a code, a holly quest,
visions of valor and loyalty,
armor shielding all that is true,
a promise to brothers in arms.
All in a Knights rest,
All in a Knights test.
Shaking yourself out of this unpleasant dream.
Waking to the start of your workday,
it’s a Monday in the year 2007.
Going through your day,
this dream haunts you,
Traversing of the mind, thinking
"It’s just a poem, a song, a childhood fable."
The drink at days end,
hopes for numbing of the mind.
You drink daily-- the duties of serfs,
your attempted busyness-- you drink in vain.
This daily toast, a prayer to the maker
that this calling will stop and so end the pain.
Drunken silence once again falls
upon the darkness of mind.
You fall in to your fitful dream
A thin ray of light shines through,
a cloudy night, muffles your scream.
Looking to the top of a hill your sight turns,
to a shadow of a shining sword raised
high above it’s mount.
Sleep still overcomes his prey.
The knight just sits there in the distance,
Waiting, waiting for you to do battle today.
Resting in your bed, head upon your pillow,
it starts again, the thundering hoof beats,
the Knight comes down the hill and drawls nearer,
lightning in his calling strikes deep within.
You try to run but at his feet, you fall in fear.
He looks deep within you with piercing eyes,
he has not come to slay you,
but remind you of your place on high--
among the gallant and the sovereign,
of a long lost Knighthood.
You tell him; "you must be mistaken,"
"you got the wrong guy!"
He looks at you and smiles,
growls a deep laugh,
and continues to laugh.
He takes you by the hand,
with his armored glove.
A full colored battlefield emerges,
Green grasses filled with freshly spilled blood.
On your own steed with nostrils flaring,
his heated breath steaming out.
You wear the armored glove you held moments ago.
Now fully clad in body armor,
you scream out an unearthly batty cry.
A fallen knight lay in front of you slain by the enemy,
he looks up at you with piercing eyes,
familiar but not the eyes that brought you here,
he growls a similar deep laugh
and calls upon you to "fight on!"
Two Knights taking on
seventy-five to save a village of farmers.
All but a few of the enemy still stand.
Three in front and three to each side.
You wheel to the right,
with two mighty swings of your sword,
three men fall.
In front, three still come forward,
you gallop and with a crushing blow to the first,
his body falls lifeless to the dirt below.
The other two step back,
you leap your steed forward,
two fall, cut with two more deathly swings.
The last three to the left turn their backs to run,
you race your horse at full speed,
cutting them off and face them.
They die like the others,
swiftly and without remorse.
Racing back to the fallen Knight,
he is sill lying there, still smiling.
The tears you can’t hold back,
in mystery-- you wonder why.
You say to your brother in arms,
“why did you bring me here?”
He speaks to you and says,
“you have been stuck hear,
Wasn’t me who brought you back,”
But, your own "code" beckoned your return.
Why you forget,
why you no longer wear your arms,
why you curse your code.
The answered lies here with me, "my death."
In his dying breath he speaks,
"It was your Idea to fight these,
seventy-five men who lie here today,"
In my own weakness, I broke the code,
tempting you to turn away from what I feared
was sudden death for both of us.
I would have chose to turn my back
on the farming village, to fight another day.
Thus, I broke the code!
You, you most honorable gallant knight,
you chose to fight,
and fight you did, to victory.
Upon leaving this field
you chose to blame yourself forever,
for your brother’s falling, "me."
You cursed your promised code,
you chose to live As a run-of-the-mill human--
a boring and treasonous lot.
As his breath slowed to a stop,
you take his armored glove in yours.
In an instance-- you peer down from a hill,
holding high your sword of valor.
A thin ray of light shines through,
a cloudy night muffles your scream.
At the bottom of the hill your sight turns,
You see yourself lying in bed, head upon your pillow.
You gallop forward on your steed,
the thunder of the hoof beats begin,
lightening in your voice calling out your own name,
Wake-up! Wake-up! Wake-up!
You kneel beside yourself,
slowly pulling your sword,
you tap the gleaming metal
lightly on the both sides of your sleeping shoulders,
whispering in your own ear,
“I solemnly swear and vow, to follow this Code:
With all my life and lives to come, I pledge;
to champion for right and good,
to fight against the forces of evil,
to be true and seek that which is true,
to have courage in the face of all evil,
to seek justice for the one and the all,
to seek the Grail within myself forever.”
With a slight pause, you lightly tap the blade on your head
And proclaim "Be thou a good Knight”
Reaching with your armored glove
to hold your own naked hand,
your sleeping mind fights the sentencing,
the body quivers and shakes,
your heart beat bleeds of the purging.
Opening your eyes, you see your reflection,
Your Knight In Shining Armor, YOU!
Awakening from lifetimes of slumber.
Knighted anew, in--
one nights dream, in--
One Knight’s Dream.
Reasonrhymer
.........................
and 
all
time for me 
echoes, hope you all are doing well 
