Cacophony Of The Soul: Select Writings Of Zarn Ishtare

[Zarn Ishtare]

Let me slip easily into the velvet throat of darkness;

Struggle me not against the enveloping shadow

I’ll sleep peaceful in the deepening belly of the night

Dissolving my waking fear, releasing my unconscious mind

Stir me not awake from my swallowed state


Make me not lay, straight up, freed of these satin bonds

I shall rest in the arms of the small death

Kiss me, freeing doom, my lich-yard bride!

Let your sweet breath fall upon my shoulders and hands

Envelop me, O Lady Night!


De Luit, “The Romance Of Lady Sleep, Part One.â€

[Photosoph]

More astonishing writing. Really good (gah, wish I could think of something better to say, but even if I did I still don't think I'd get it quite right ^^" ), and I especially loved The Romance of Lady Sleep, Part One. So often I look forward to sleep to block out everything that's happened through the day; a safe cucoon in which to rest until the new day is born.

[Esoteric]

Caro m' è 'l sonno...

I like the first and third poems a great deal. The metaphors used are especially effective. Very nice.

[Zarn Ishtare]

Experimenting with short poems more....it's interesting.


“I ran through the tinkling forests of shattered glass

I panted, heaviness of breath deep in my chest

I howled out to call for the one that eluded me

With effort I sang through the woods of ice and iron

With all my strength I fought through bush and bramble

Giving the last of me, I surged forth to find her…

And found only shadows.â€

[Anna Mae]

"My Hands" particularly stuck out to me. It feels like an especially original idea, and I can relate to it.

I also noted the pairing of the title "Eating Ashes" to the contents its verses.

[Photosoph]

Really amazing. You paint such amazing metaphors for the subjects you choose, and use such beautiful descriptive language. Beautiful poetry.

[Zarn Ishtare]

Oh, my false piety;

my copy-cat humility

God see through my fakery

Wake me

Take me Home

[Zarn Ishtare]

"I spit fire

And breathe flame

I Will Engulf You

I Am The Conflagration

I Burn."




"I Am Kindling

my body crackles

I corrode

The heat of Me

I Burn."



"I eat ashes

I feast on orphans of flame

Blaze No More

End of Self

I Burn."

De Luit, "Stages Of Anger: The Light, The Feel, The Sound"

[Zarn Ishtare]

My catalyst

A nova's cascading kiss

the Radiance

Emerges through the deepening abyss




Bright!

An explosion of sound and light

Bursting upon the eyes of night

Confusion!

An illusion

or a mockery

a self prophecy

banged together by the erratic dances

the infinite various romances

of the heavens.


Collide!

between clouds of stars I lay divided

'Twixt the trees of solar beams unending and the tinkling tears of star-light

raining through the forests of God's Own Night.

Roc Sharron, "Star And Shadow Play"
(Or, "My Catalyst)

[Photosoph]

Oh, my false piety;

my copy-cat humility

God see through my fakery

Wake me

Take me Home

Short, but significant. Very well written.

And I really loved the rhyming yet not-strict-keeping-to-formula (erm... 'freeform'? o_O I'm not quite sure what to call it) of your last poem. Was that one called 'my catalyst'? It didn't have a title at the bottom like your other ones. But the rhyme and just altogether the way you put the poem together is really effective. I liked the 'feel' of it in my mind as I read it. Very... hmm... 'beaty' in a way. You know, like it has a great beat or rhythm. Very nice.

Your second poem, 'Stages Of Anger: The Light, The Feel, The Sound' had a great air of forcefulness; the short, direct lines and repetition of a similar pattern in the different verses. It worked very well.

Of course, I could just post 'I really liked your poems', and it would be fine for me to do that: but where and when I can, I like to be more specific. Especially since sometimes I feel that when I write 'I really liked your poems' it doesn't sound believeable (perhaps because of the simplicity of the statement) even though it's true.

Yet be there a day when I have nothing else to say -perhaps I'm too tired or don't have enough time (or brainpower) to form a more detailed reply, and so merely reply to your newest creations with a 'I really liked them'... please know that it is the truth. It is an understatement, that simple sentence, but the truth is that I really enjoy reading your poems and consider them incredible.
Just so you know.


...Haha! I seem to keep editing this post to add more.
But I just had a thought: one day, if I'm not too busy with my other projects, I'd love to make an image and place one of your poems over the top of it. I think that would be really neat: to use one of your works as inspiration and try to create a background/picture to accompany it.
Of course, I'm not sure if that will ever happen; but if I ever have the time etc to do so, I'll let you know and ask your permission. ^_^

[Zarn Ishtare]

You've already got it, Soph. I'd love to see how that would turn out; I'd only ask that you read some of my better stuff (Namely "Idea's Of Love and Romance For Raven") before you pick up your pen.

[Zarn Ishtare]

Here's one I did awhile ago. It's unfinished....eh.


"I Lost.

You're taking them away from me

embers glowing in the pale of the night

I find my peace within a slumbering beast of steel

seven feet down in a heart of wires."

Roc Sharron, "In Blood Or"

[Zarn Ishtare]

The dust co-mingled with the ashes

And to that dust

Came glory and deliverence

For the burnt-up man



How glorious was that humble fire

which with agony and lust consumed

the fragile flesh, he who re-cruxified

Christ Again


Shameful was that spent up man

He who spent the coins of God

On Vanity, Fallacy

And the life of the Prodigal


So Came then that Holy Fire(!)

Which cleansing set that beast aflame

Delivering the Spent Up Man

by Agony Set the path aright


now stepping forth goes that sooty child

Borne from the blood of the burnt-up man

The gift of life from

Christ In Fire

who burnt away

The greed-filled Flesh

And through burning saved(!)

That Spent Up Man.


now Walk aright, Saved-Soul Man!

Speak of Light

You Loved Of God-Man!

LIFE!
DELIVERENCE!

AND THE ETERNITY TO COME!


De Luit, "The Burnt Up Man"

[Zarn Ishtare]

God, Set my soul aright

and though I walk in darkness

let me live a light

For you Lord...

for Only YOU.

Roc Sharron, "After The Fire: The Ashes, We Ask Mercy"



Edit: Ok, so I didn't really want to post this little blurb right after "The Burnt Up Man", but I figured after this little bit I'd give y'all some ensight into what's going on with these poems.

Now, this one is just alittle thing I came up with in the wake of inspiration for T.B.U.M., but both of these were inspired by Virgin Black: Our Wings Are Burning (Video Here:http://youtube.com/watch?v=oBZNqdhdpLM)
and the way I wrote this was VERY different from my usual (Note, I'm referring to The Burnt Up Man unless otherwise specified)...More feeling it out than just writing whatever I thought. I actually edited abit, rare for me...It was like trying to piece together Ghosts, or Echoes, or something of that nature. I am very pleased with it, however...I feel better (spiritually) having written it. (Spoiler: I'm The Burnt Up Man). Hopefully you'll get something from it.

Thanks and God Bless.

[bigsleepj]

Zarn, I really loved Burnt-Up Man. It has a sort of harsh beauty that reminds me (in a way, not totally) of Johnny Cash's Redemption. I think it's very good.

[soul alive]

I read through your poems last night Zarn, and the two new ones you just put up. I really like your poetic style.

I agree - I really like Burnt-Up Man as well. Great imagery in it.

[Photosoph]

The unfinished 'In Blood Or' was great; actually, it was the last line: '...in a heart of wires' which intrigued me. Causes me to wonder where the rest of the poem would be headed.

I definitely agree: The Burnt-Up Man was very well written. And when I re-read it just now, after understanding it better from reading it right through the first time, it's even better. It builds throughout the poem, growing in strength and stride somehow. The finale is very building and uplifting: 'now Walk aright, Saved Soul man! ...' As I said, the poem seems to build from its start, and the lines in the last phrase are really powerful, strong. An excellent poem; actually it has some wonderful imagery that would make it a great piece if I ever end up doing a picture which incorporates one of your poems.... ^_^

The ending seems very much a reflection and humble prayer, coming naturally, after a pause, from what was before and turning back to God in reflection of what was portrayed.

I think we're all that 'Burnt-Up Man', consumed by passions, walking away, and always needing God's forgiveness and grace. A lot of your poems have a personal feel; coming from experiences, or at least that is how they feel since they describe it with passion and often understanding. Otherwise they seem to be a questioning, wondering, exploration of the subject; as if they are the written thoughts (in poetic form) of one experiencing such things. So I wasn't too surprised when you stated that you were the Burnt Up Man.

[goldenspines]

In the unfinished poem, "In Blood Or", the imagery was very effective. Each line seemed to stand out, yet fit together with the others as well. I'm very curious to see how the finished product will look.

I agree with Photosoph's oppinion of the "Burnt Up Man". The whole pace of poem seems to start out slow, but then increase speed and excitement as the poem went on. It is very well written.

Your poems are always so inspriring, Zarn.

[Photosoph]

'Excitement'; that's the word I was looking for. You pinned it there, Goldenspines. ^_^

[Anna Mae]

I appreciated your description of ashes as the orphans of flame.


"And through burning saved(!)
That Spent Up Man."

For some reason those two lines really jumped out at me. They resonate so nicely.


"Shameful was that spent up man
He who spent the coins of God"

These lines were also noted.


I liked your image of the burnt man emerging from the refining fire as a sooty child. That is a great metaphor.


I watched the link, and while I liked the musical ideas, I admit that I couldn't understand a word of what he said.

[Zarn Ishtare]

Note: well, crap, I wrote this interesting little poem, then lost it. How I loathe the sign in/erase system. Here's abit of it, which was this cathartic emanation, this final peak, the top of the poem as it were, sadly all that's left.




I fed my soul to the fire

It danced

then asked

"please insert another Quarter".

[Photosoph]

Aw man! That's terrible. >_< To lose that when signing in... that's tough.

I liked what you posted, though; I have to admit it made me laugh with the last line -'insert another quarter'. XD Very excellent, even if it's only part of something longer.

[soul alive]

The log-in time out feature has been subject of much frustration on my family's old 14k connection, so I feel your pain.

I like the few lines you saved though - nice use of irony.

[Zarn Ishtare]

I didn't quite mean it to be humorous....but then again, I can see why it would be funny.

Hmm...


Everybody needs to listen to Paper Hanger by mewithoutYou. Really.

[Anna Mae]

It is my hope that you will be able to reconstruct that poem. It has a lot of potential.

I listened to Paper Hanger and found it interesting. What was your reason for posting it?

[Zarn Ishtare]

I want to touch the heart of God.


There are no words that can be heard

No voices calling from highest mountaintop

But am I just deaf in my left ear

Or is there something real ‘round here?

After I read all the verses

All my words were curses

To profane God and the light thereof

A man down below but a Lord up above.


Minimalistic simplicity in verse is only beautiful to the dying eyes of one who cannot smile.

[Zarn Ishtare]

I'm going to go search for Jesus. I'll let you know when I find him.

[Zarn Ishtare]

Awakening now, the frothing beast
Grins expectantly at his feast
Sanity gone and none left over
Pitch the mind and fall down sober


Emerge from pool of cess and decay
Master of Shattered Sobriquets
Wear a face to destroy my name
Remove my soul…and quench my flame.
De Luit, “The Beast Within-The Masked Man From The Black Pool Emergesâ€

[Zarn Ishtare]

So, There is new poetry up here.


please comment on it.


Yours truly, the Doorman

[Photosoph]

While I didn't quite grasp all the intricate meanings of 'I Want To Touch the Heart of God' , I still really liked how it was written. The calling... the deafness... it's all very well done; I just wish I could say more. ^_^"

An old poem with a new name? Wow. I didn't realise. ^_^
I liked this one too. Really vivid in imagery and metaphoric (especially 'the frothing beast... grins expectantly'; that one gave me a vivid picture of a grinning dragon sort of beast in my mind, for the froth atop a beer). Just all the words you use, th thoughts written down in engaging prose... it's great, De Luit. ^_^

At the moment I've been pretty tired, so my head might not be up to its fullest to really give the feedback I wish to give. ^_^ But I'll just say: I like it. And please take that as 'I have really enjoyed your poetry in its different depths which I am too worn out to fully note down here' .