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The Phoenix of Mankind


Part I: Creation and Decision

In the time of planets and birth
Gods created man, and earth

But creations unstable, demanded a guardian within
And so they made one who carried all burdens and sin

Let this man be strong in every way
Let him feel and see every mans’ darkest day

Part II: Responsibility and Perseverance

The man was chained, miles away
Where darkness and greed would play and prey

The man kept faith, and never would criticize
For to fall in that darkness meant his greatest demise

He carried these burdens, sins of stone, on his shoulders, his struggled all alone
Selfless, he’d sympathize, never to groan, never to moan
And he saw the horrors of the seeds man had sown

In sadness and dismay, he could only watch and pray,
That one day he could be free to save the day

Part III: The Merging and the Birth

The Gods up high saw this man’s heart
And with a soul most beautiful, a merge they’d start

So down rained the heavens
Down rained the sky
Down rained all the gods up high
There laid the man, his gaze never awry
Knowing full well they’d not let him die

A bird of fire stood before the man
Seeming near oblivious to the almighty ones’ plan

The man was lifted into the air, breaking free of the chains, uttering words of prayer
As his gaze met the phoenix’s stare

They fused, and spun as one
A symphony of fire with darkness on the run
Cracking the sky, trumpets blared with brilliance
Faster, stronger, the energy emanated
A hybrid of sacrifice the God’s had created

They told the man of his duty to them
He stood there, at peace, yet the intensity in his eyes could not be denied

Part IV: Duty and Modesty

By the next morn the man had walked
To every man, woman and child he had talked

They were straying far from the path of light
Wandering straight into the Devil’s deadly blight

In tears they’d spout
As he led the down a different route

And he hung upon every sentence
Every word filled with repentance

Stoically, the man had listened
His heart brought tears that glistened

He wore simple garb, spreading his speech
Not one of anger, greed, selfishness, but one that raised them into salvation’s reach
His tone gentle, like rolling hills upon a spring day
His touch as soft as the wind that blew at his back
He lived not in riches but only a simple shack

He spoke in words,
He spoke in thoughts,
He spoke through eyes enlightened
White orbs that made the dark truly frightened

Part V: Elevation and Sainthood

Fifty years from when the gift was given
The man still walked, his life was driven

Word got through of this Phoenix of Mankind
He carried their struggles, and guided the blind

He walked with the lovers, the sinners, and the mothers
He nursed the sick, and carried his brothers

His fame immense but he cared not
To do man service, to stop their spiritual rot,
It was enough for him to simply be
To see another day, to climb another tree

Part VI: Burden’s Toll

The weight he carried was heavier than ever before
His gait once light, had diminished and bound him to the floor

His bones had cracked, his body broken
He took this as a mere token
A token of truth, of work well done
His spirit alone, strengthened by love, still made him fly, still made him run

Everyone’s memories of trauma and pain
It remained with him, reminded him they had so much to gain

His hands were calloused from selfless work
No matter the situation, he never did shirk

Battered, beaten, worn, and torn
He felt bound to the duty for which his was born

Part VII: Emergence and Sacrifice

On a windswept cliff he stood resolute and firm
The fire within him grew, but never did he squirm

He knew the source, the very core
He felt it’s presence as sharp as a knock on a door

He threw himself to the ground, arms raised to the sky
Tears flowed from his face as he began to cry

As sudden as a shot from a gun, a beam of light ascended the sky
He felt the phoenix rise as his body began to die

In a swirling array of purple and crimson, the bird perched on a Joshua tree
Through red hot fiery eyes, he watched the world sleep
A sleep so silent and peaceful, the world seemed whole again

And so, with a cry of triumph he took to the sky
Celestial fires trailing from his majestic tail only strengthened his resolve
Higher than sun, higher than sky, and higher than stars the phoenix did fly

With a fierceness that matched what only a saint and a phoenix could supply,
He sped down on the wings of dreams come true, his descending flight never going awry

And with a sky breaking crash, all the regrets, the sorrow, had dissipated from history
He had screamed not in agony, but in happiness for the world was made better
And soon, a fog crept into the air and captured it with its cooling beauty

Part VIII: The Legacy Remains

As the ashes caught wind, the gods looked down knowing that their creations were safe

A martyr, not caring to be remembered, not desiring to have a hymn named in his honor,
Would be remembered not by what he destroyed, but what he created

And so it is with a sacrifice, man had learned to embrace differences,
To care and listen even if they had not the time, to help solve what one thought impossible

The bridges once burned between mankind had been rebuilt
And the Phoenix of Mankind, a symbol of sacrifice, had succeeded

Author: Myself
Title: Corrosion
Here it is like or not.

The white hair soaks, it becomes stained with blood.
His heart quivers, his body shakes.
The blood hails into his brain and it forms.
Now he is there to, and he wants to take hold.
He struggles, he does not want to be taken.
The white wants to shine but the blood is violent.
The red snow falls, the peach plummets from the tree.
His mind is taken, his heart crumbles away.
He turns his back on the light, and can only see the dark.
He looks down into the blackness and listens to the voices.
He can not hear the cries, he can not hear the pleading.
He can not hear the cheering, he can not hear the angels sing.

my poetry is in me signature. teehee.

You Through My Eyes

This is you through my eyes
Perfect
Without blemish or defect
On me, total paralysis is your effect

This is you through my eyes
A shining star in a pitch black world
Everything around me seems to swirl
As I watch the darkness billow and twirl

This is you through my eyes
A twinkle in my eye
A star in the sky
So beautiful I could cry

This is you through my eyes
My one and my only
To have and to hold me
Forever to own me

This is you through my eyes
My Hinata-chan

A rose is a rose every day, every night
You too are the same, except different in my sight

You are like a rose, such a beautiful creation
But a rose in disguise, meant to blume for every nation

So show your beauty, for I know what you are
You are a rose in disguise, and very, very wise

A rose is a rose is a rose.....

"My Friend, The Mad Hatter"
Written By: Erik Caswell

A party in the ballroom, a party quite fair,
beautiful girls with their fancy dress and hair,
music and lights giving it quite a flair.
But yet, I couldn't help but stop and stare
at a man in the corner that was quite dark,
though his clothing was strange, it was right on the mark.
He wore a white tuxedo with a long red tie,
a purple overcoat and to this I cannot lie
his top hat was familiar with a playing card on it's side.
So why, in the corner, would he hide?
As I walked over to ask him what was the matter,
that's when I realized who he was, the Mad Hatter!

Then I froze, I stopped in my tracks.
That is when we made eye contact.
He looked me over and gave a smile,
one that looked quite crazed and vile.
Before I had the chance to turn around,
the Mad Hatter had appeared behind me without a sound.
He put his arm on my shoulder, as if we were friends.

Then he whispered in my ear and created a ring in my head.
"Which girl do you fancy?", were the words he said.
Before I could answer, he pointed to one
and said, "I know in your mind, she's second to none."

Of course he was right, for as you can see
she was a good friend who was close to me.
Then the Hatter told me, "Now's your chance,
for she is alone and has no one with whom to dance."

So with a slight push, he sent me off
and I walked towards her, my feelings aloft.
As I came into her sights, she gave me a smile,
and that's when I knew this would be worth while.

The lights dimmed and the sound was lower,
the feeling was right as the tempo got slower.
I took her hand and she took mine as well.
If it wasn't for that, I might have just fell
because as we danced, we became very close.
This was the moment I cherished the most.

Then in front of her I had knelt
as another guy came before I could tell her how I felt.
Just as this man was about to cut in,
the Mad Hatter had just butt in.
He took the man for a small chat
and in my mind I knew nothing good would come from that.

So then I continued and told her of my love
and soon after that there were tears from above.
As I looked up she was crying with a smile on her face
and she pulled me into a loving warm embrace.
For she had loved me too and the rest was pure bliss,
as we had both shared our first sweet kiss.

I still don't know why he had helped me that night
but he had made everything perfect and right.
When life is bad or something is the matter,
I know I can count on my friend, the Mad Hatter.
Now my love and I live happily ever after,
all because of my good friend, the Mad Hatter.

- Erik Caswell, 1/12/2010
(levawitz wolfcat, for those that didn't know.)

What did you think of my lovely little poem?
Please leave some comments for me to read.
I may be making some more adventures of the Mad Hatter and I, so look forward to that if you liked this one! ;D

Why thank you very much...
Now if only I could get the Mad Hatter to help me in real life with the one friend I've secretly loved for awhile...
I based that poem on a fantasy that happened in my head one day when I was thinking of her... sweatdrop heart

Sadly, probably not. She'd just say it was a great poem and that I should write some more. sweatdrop