Poetry: A Blissful Paroxysm

Pain is my Laughter
Agony is my Amusement
Misery is my Glee

Give me a helping hand to reach Rakuen
I am but a few steps away
Where is the hand that I asked for?
A fallen star is all I see
Yet the earth remains upside down
Where are the windows that belonged to this…

My disillusionment becomes a reality
A Broken Heart is mended with a form of tree sap
Failing it slowly falls apart
The Broken heart which may never be whole once more
Falls once more and shatters into a multitude of pieces
Lost Forever…

This Distress is my Euphoria
This Affliction is my Gaiety
This Torment is my Vivacity

The failing mind fights a war
The enemy is the brain
Whatever side wins destroys them both
A pig-like greed is what fuels the two
How Nauseating it is to watch
A pathetic form of reasoning justifies them both
A pitiful thing this is, but at the same time, amusing

Giving way are the fallen illuminated dwarfs
A hole which swallows all things cannot save them
Break the cycle and become the dust and not the sphere of heat
End at the beginning
Start from the end
Never allow the center to be the middle
Peer through the windows that have nothing to show, but everything to hide

Sing the song that the winds of time carry on
Learn from the past and pave the road that leads to the future
Or assume the Future and forget the Past
Destroy the Cycle and begin anew
The winds of time shall not wait
Put on your Wings and let it take you to times unknown

What Withers away is my Beginning
What’s Deceased is my Well-Being
What’s Lost is what I’ve Found

The earth becomes a stone, and rotation stops
Its final wish denied
Give way to reason, and become a moth
Leave the dead planet, head for the stars
Then someday fall apart in burning fire
As you fly away, let the dust fall from your wings
So it may all start anew
Do your best to break the cycle
But fail miserably when you perish

A single rose sprouts in a bed of tulips
Its brilliance hidden, for red it also is
No one notices it, no one searches for it
No one but a hideous figure
This hideous figure, which lies within the bed of tulips
As it moves about, only by chance it loses its footing and falls
Falls to ground, directly in front of the rose
The Rose which instantly enchants it
The Tulips then disappear

The eyes which watch are what I see
Rakuen which moves farther away from me
Yet there remains no hand…
Perhaps if I call to the skies above
I will receive the answer, to what I seek
Let me be become as a star so that I may fall
Until that time this world shall remain upside down

Where is the beauties reverse side?
Where are the shattered heart pieces?
Can anyone find them all?
A swelling frost which becomes red…
Grow the wings of freedom and fly to heaven
Arrival means nothing, give me the information which I need to stop
A pointless war
Heated sand becomes glass
A glass which becomes like water and cries
Unlike the bleeding tree
This has no option to mend

Hate the love that never blossomed
Lies are truth when lies are lied about
Freedom is a prison which benefits none
Resist the things that seem true but are not
Live Life, Regret Nothing

Forget the days, when alone you were
Forget the days, when accompanied you were
Find the reverse side of that eluding beauty
Find the shattered pieces of your heart
Peer into the window that shows nothing
Peer into those eyes that watch, and see its agony
Become like a wolf and do what you must to survive
Awaken from your sleep and get up to say Sayounara
Then never return

Watch as the world beneath you breaks apart
Hold on to anything so you do not fall
As you stand on your final hope, look into the windows that have nothing to show
Wondering where these windows are, you ask, what shall become of us?
Nothing comes to mind, for it is impossible to imagine
Impossible? Or does one just refuse to?
Become as the wind, and be free, leave your earthbound form
An impossibility that shall never occur

These endings are my beginnings
This crying I hear is my inspiration
The things around, are my songs

Show me the voice of reason, when true delirium is all you know
Find the mirror that reflects those aforementioned windows
Bring your chaotic order to the utopia that never was
Only then can you say goodnight
Until then I stand behind you looking at that same mirror
Look into my eyes, and only then will you find what I have to show
A vast nothingness is all you see
Give way to the prison where freedom is found
Find the very core of yourself and awake

These eyes which has seen more than they truly have
Those eyes, always watching
An observer we are, to watch and listen
Our mind which shall succeed in its war, shall eventually destroy us
These eyes which try so hard to hide
The Soulless Windows which give way to the passing of time
Bring back those days we so long for
Bring back those days that may never happen again

Stand back and watch as everything you ever knew disappears
All your dreams and hopes fly away
Watch helplessly, with no control
Someone please save us from ourselves
An impossible request…
Just stand there as night falls
Stand and look at the countless stars
Surrounding the moon so fair
We may suffer forever, just as the moon suffers in loneliness
In darkness shroud we live, for a positive energy we shall never know
So feed me your distress so that I may live
May this delirium forever remain

A Blissful Paroxysm, when I know sadness
A Blissful Paroxysm, when depression strikes
A Blissful paroxysm, when agony is present

The broken shattered pieces of the heart once found, is frozen together
Complete it looks, but still many pieces remain unfound
Forever lost they are
Up above the mind has triumphed over the brain
In doing so, it succeeds in destroying itself
There is order in the silence that remains
In this silence we know so well
This silence in which we remain
A river forms, flowing through a white landscape
The calming sound of a small stream sounds through out the air
The River disappears, A blank page remains
Only to be torn in two

A Blissful Paroxysm
A Blissful Paroxysm
A Blissful Paroxysm
There are no options
There are only the windows
The windows with nothing to show, but everything to hide
Run from this as the one whose wings are lost
Only do not perish at the end of your final journey
For to reach your destination is a must
For this destination is yourself, it is you
You who knows nothing of yourself
At the end of this journey
Perhaps you will find yourself
But before you are even get close

A Blissful Paroxysm is what we know
A Blissful Paroxysm is all we need
A Blissful Paroxysm is what we are
Become as the inanimate, which give in to all
There are no choices, for sympathy we have
Return to those windows which we speak of
Then as you try to open them…

A Blissful Paroxysm, Which Never Ends

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My Fifty-First Poem. It has a little of all my previous fifty poems in it. Probably My favorite. On paper it spanned 6 pages.

This poem puts together, the 50 which come before it, into one, either literally, figuratively, or symbolically; but also at the same time, has it’s own “personality”.
Can you find the references to each one? One of my Favorites.