Cacophony Of The Soul: Select Writings Of Zarn Ishtare

[Zarn Ishtare]

Indigo People

Father, I have seen the Indigo people.

Women with hair like violet crashing around their heads

And bare-bellied men, hugging their tattooed chests

drinking sapphire wine.


They dance at the docks

Living without restriction, looking free.

Living off the sea, they fling themselves to the ocean,

madly living, crazy-brave

They make a mock of the tall towers, the cathedral ceilings

It is slavery to the shore, call the old men resting on the gangplank

They council, "live unchained, unbent, sworn to none."



But when the rains come

No ship remains

they live scattered to the four winds

and drunk on suffering

they do not find home."




It's unfinished, but....eh. Thoughts?

[Zarn Ishtare]

"Wash"


Let these salty tears

run a river through my mouth

Let the bitter taste all wash out

and as it trickles down my cheeks

Let me clean my soiled tongue

And speak to You again.




"Gulf"

When I consider the great gulf in me

Tempest toss'd, that endless sea of loss

I lay on my soul
and I weep.

















"Loss Of Him"

His fragile body lay stacked across the stone

Bearing a weight too great for slender shoulders

Tenderly wrapped in White

He is borne in sorrow and grief by his loved ones into the Tomb.


We know his holy triumph

We know he rose again

Yet how deep was the sorrow

Those three days He was dead?

[Anna Mae]

Indigo People I haven't latched on the the metaphor.

Father, I have seen the Indigo people.

Women with hair like violet crashing around their heads I like this imagery.

And bare-bellied men, hugging their tattooed chests

drinking sapphire wine. I like your strong color motif.


They dance at the docks This needs a comma or its the docks doing the dancing.

Living without restriction, looking free.

Living off the sea, they fling themselves to the ocean,

madly living, crazy-brave Interesting choice of punctuation

They make a mock of the tall towers, the cathedral ceilings

It is slavery to the shore, call the old men resting on the gangplank

They council, "live unchained, unbent, sworn to none." Who is saying what to whom needs to be clarified.



But when the rains come

No ship remains Why is the rain bad? Why do they need a ship?

they live scattered to the four winds

and drunk on suffering It is good that you allude back to the first stanza.

they do not find home. I really have no idea what this is supposed to mean.

[Anna Mae]

"Wash"

Let these salty tears

run a river through my mouth

Let the bitter taste all wash out

and as it trickles down my cheeks

Let me clean my soiled tongue

And speak to You again. Interesting. Nice imagery and suitably esoteric.




"Gulf"

When I consider the great gulf in me

Tempest toss'd, that endless sea of loss

I lay on my soul on your soul, eh?
and I weep.




"Loss Of Him"

His fragile body lay stacked across the stone Odd choice of adverb

Bearing a weight too great for slender shoulders

Tenderly wrapped in White *figures out poem*

He is borne in sorrow and grief by his loved ones into the Tomb.


We know his holy triumph

We know he rose again

Yet how deep was the sorrow

Those three days He was dead? Interesting muse

[USSRGirl]

I, too, haven't gotten the metaphor in the "Indigo People" one. Though maybe you didn't intend of a concrete this or that. I liked the poem nonetheless, interesting visuals.

Loss of Him was my favorite of your new works. I like the symbolism of the burden of sin.

[Zarn Ishtare]

We shall Remain




We shall remain.

When Winter comes and kisses the world to sleep

As all the world comes under her frozen hand

Our hearts shall burn strong against the black night

We shall be an endless light

And a shield against the dark.







We unite!

From a thousand vales and valleys

We fight

Fists raised high, marching by

We raze the Doom tonight.


Oh see my Christian brother

Hear my holy verse

We march against the dark approaching

We pray against the curse.








And we shall fight and march and sing and die

And lay ourselves down into dark carriages that carry us to heaven

And when we stand together, brothers, before the Ancient of Days

We shall shout his Triumph.



We give glory to the Holy One of Israel. We give Glory to the Holy Holy God. Glory be to his name forever and ever, Amen


. Jehova Nissi.

[Anna Mae]

We shall Remain

We shall remain.
When Winter comes and kisses the world to sleep I like this imagery.
As all the world comes under her frozen hand Ah, an interesting twist of the imagery.
Our hearts shall burn strong against the black night
We shall be an endless light
And a shield against the dark. I am puzzled by your portrayal of winter as black, as I usually associate it with the color of white. However, I could see how you might intend it as a continuation of the twisting of the imagery.







We unite!
From a thousand vales and valleys Redundant, ja?
We fight I recommend a period here.
Fists raised high, marching by
We raze the Doom tonight.

Oh see my Christian brother I recommend commas to more clearly indicate the person addressed.
Hear my holy verse
We march against the dark approaching
We pray against the curse. I don't understand the scenario... but I'm getting mental pictures of various anarchist revolutions and whatnot...







Wait, wait. Your formatting befuddles me. Is this entire post one poem?
And we shall fight and march and sing and die
And lay ourselves down into dark carriages that carry us to heaven cultic-sounding
And when we stand together, brothers, before the Ancient of Days
We shall shout his Triumph. I like your ending, though.



We give glory to the Holy One of Israel. We give Glory to the Holy Holy God. Glory be to his name forever and ever, Amen


. Jehova Nissi. ?

[Zarn Ishtare]

It's all one poem.

Jehovah Nissi= The Lord Is My Banner


Various Crusader/Christian/End Of The World ideals there.

[USSRGirl]

Isn't Jehovah Nissi one of the 7 (? I think?) Hebrew terms/titles for God? In any case, I like the feeling of We Shall Remain. It seemed to flow smoothly, despite being a tiny bit too overt for my tastes.

[Zarn Ishtare]

What would all of you like me to write?

[Anna Mae]

Write a poem the color of which would be misty grey.

[USSRGirl]

Temulin's request: Write a poem about an invisible platypus named Platonius Gregor Fairhaven searching for the missing word in heaven's eternal play* (*Ancient mythology/legend coined by Harim Abiff if I'm not mistaken).

[Zarn Ishtare]

I'm Sorry. I wrote this instead:


"Guf"


When I

Hum by myself

when I

Talk all alone for hours on end

When I

Pray in a darkened room

I am singing to my wife.

Let me explain: She is only in the other room
And Soon
She will walk into this one
And pick up a conversation we left off
While waiting, In the halls of Heaven.
It seems only moments ago, we were bright, Shining
We were starry eyed souls looking down from the windows of heaven.


Now we walk
Together in a darkened corridor
Not allowed to speak

Yet...
Sometimes, in the deepest shadows,
I feel her hold my hand.



"Don't worry.
"We're almost there."

[Photosoph]

Sorry for my long absense.
Indigo People... Unfinished, but still very cool. I love how it starts;
'Father, I have seen the Indigo People'.
I don't know why... it's just really cool. Love the thoughts and ideas in this one; people who live for the moment, but get washed away when trouble comes. Or at least that's what I see. Beautiful imagery.

Wash
'Let me clean my soiled tongue

And speak to You again.'
...Beautiful. Beautiful line.

Gulf
Love this. Especially the word 'gulf' and 'tempest toss'd. Creates a striking sort of image.

Loss of Him
Good, but it doesn't flow quite as well as some of the other poetry. Some really good lines though... 'stacked across the stone' has a really nice sound to it.

We Shall Remain
'Our hearts shall burn strong against the black night

We shall be an endless light'
I really liked this part. The last line... hm... not as impacting as these too. So, the ending was a little weaker. Just how it felt/sounded when I read it. But very nicely done.

Oh wait, sorry -I thought that was the end of the poem. Man, I love how it goes on. Especially 'We raze the Doom tonight.'; it gave me good chills. X3

Guf
Aw man! This was beautiful! Love how it starts; the repetition of 'When I' which helps lend... hm... what would be the words for it... I dunno, sort of a pause for thought or coming back to a theme. But anyway, beautiful. And then how it goes on; the way you reveal the idea behind what 'the wife in the other room' really is, and the last two spoken lines... really lovely.

[Zarn Ishtare]

Sorry for my long absense.
Indigo People... Unfinished, but still very cool. I love how it starts]'Father, I have seen the Indigo People'.[/i]
I don't know why... it's just really cool. Love the thoughts and ideas in this one; people who live for the moment, but get washed away when trouble comes. Or at least that's what I see. Beautiful imagery.

Wash
'Let me clean my soiled tongue

And speak to You again.'
...Beautiful. Beautiful line.

Gulf
Love this. Especially the word 'gulf' and 'tempest toss'd. Creates a striking sort of image.

Loss of Him
Good, but it doesn't flow quite as well as some of the other poetry. Some really good lines though... 'stacked across the stone' has a really nice sound to it.

We Shall Remain
'Our hearts shall burn strong against the black night

We shall be an endless light'
I really liked this part. The last line... hm... not as impacting as these too. So, the ending was a little weaker. Just how it felt/sounded when I read it. But very nicely done.

Oh wait, sorry -I thought that was the end of the poem. Man, I love how it goes on. Especially 'We raze the Doom tonight.'; it gave me good chills. X3

Guf
Aw man! This was beautiful! Love how it starts; the repetition of 'When I' which helps lend... hm... what would be the words for it... I dunno, sort of a pause for thought or coming back to a theme. But anyway, beautiful. And then how it goes on; the way you reveal the idea behind what 'the wife in the other room' really is, and the last two spoken lines... really lovely.

Photosoph has displayed a very disturbing ability to correctly interpret my poetry. I might have to stop posting some of my more personal things, lawlz.


Of course, I'm still waiting for her to draw a picture based on one of my poems....*taps foot*

[Peanut]

Well...I have finally read your entire poetry thread Zarn. The only comment which I can muster up at this point is actually rather cheesy now that I think about it...but hey, I'll say it anyway. After reading all of your poetry in this thread I feel inspired in a way that I haven't been in quite some time. It almost feels as if I am at the crossroads of a thousand ideas (poetry, prose, you name it it's probably there...) waiting to be brought to life. Anyway, I enjoyed myself quite a bit reading your poetry and I look for to your future works.

I'm not a reciting-of-my-own-poetry kind of guy, but I do take beat into account, and like to imagine someone much cooler than me reading it at the right tempo.

*thinks back to a certain video*

[Zarn Ishtare]

Well...I have finally read your entire poetry thread Zarn. The only comment which I can muster up at this point is actually rather cheesy now that I think about it...but hey, I'll say it anyway. After reading all of your poetry in this thread I feel inspired in a way that I haven't been in quite some time. It almost feels as if I am at the crossroads of a thousand ideas (poetry, prose, you name it it's probably there...) waiting to be brought to life. Anyway, I enjoyed myself quite a bit reading your poetry and I look for to your future works.



*thinks back to a certain video*

I find that very amusing, Peanut.


But thanks man. It's been fun writing it.

[Photosoph]

Eep! Sorry. ^_^" I need to get onto that.
If possible, could you send me an email with some of the ones you think could be interpreted into an image easily? Or ones you think could make a really cool image?

I'd like to do something I could add a lot of colour too... or make a simple background for, or something like that.

[Zarn Ishtare]

I'd like to see "Cold Mountain", "Politics", "Seeing Silk", and "Guf". And if you can find my Untitled Love Poem (the really, really long one) I'd love to see the Woman in the poem personified.

[Zarn Ishtare]

"Her Name",
or "The Unspoken Word".



"I cannot.
even now my fingers tremble at the thought
of writing her name.
The movements of my heart
that were too sacred for verse.
No song do I lift for her name
No Keening high voice, flying to heaven
No Deep Bass to mourn her
No melody to her face.

My mouth stutters
my lips trip

My tongue stumbles when I give her name voice.
No words will I speak or write
to give her name a cage.

She who holds my honor will never be enslaved that way.

So.
I will honor her with my sweat
and praise her with my trials
make my work a legacy
Keep her fresh in memory
And always remember


That


Name.

[Photosoph]

Wow... I love this most recent one. So very cool; very striking, though in a more quiet way than in your other poems.

As for a visual interpretation -I'm not that great at drawing people, so I'm not sure how well I'd do there. ^_^" I'll have a look at the poems you mentioned and try to find them through this thread; thank goodness there are only 7 pages. *Phew* =^_^= Then I'll try to think about what I can do as a background/interpretation/visual piece for one of them.
\^_^ I'll do my best; but don't expect too much, okay?

[Photosoph]

Cold Mountain -that's not the same as 'Clean Mountain', is it?
("Light kissed clouds play about my perch

My feet firm on the mount of Isolation

Peaking down at the world around me

At this time of night, I need some contentment!

But all is calm in solitude's spire

All is quiet in the Loneliness of the evening

If you reached your hands towards my peak

All you'd grasp is sunshine


As these cotton-ball rain clouds pass me by

running like water from the broken vessel

flowing like thoughts from a broken mind

I reach down

and grasp all around

and with a sigh, I try and pull it down.


But no one can touch me in this world without love

no arms towards my mountains, hands raised

no voices pierce the cold spaces in the crevices

I figure myself alone in the mother of snows.


As the air escapes me

as the snows fall down on my peak of isolation

I try and grasp the light

and my hands, swallowing it

envelope me in night."


"The Clean Mountain" De Luit.)

Hm... I'll see how I go. There are a lot of nice poems, so I might just pick one.

[Zarn Ishtare]

Cold Mountain -that's not the same as 'Clean Mountain', is it?
("Light kissed clouds play about my perch

My feet firm on the mount of Isolation

Peaking down at the world around me

At this time of night, I need some contentment!

But all is calm in solitude's spire

All is quiet in the Loneliness of the evening

If you reached your hands towards my peak

All you'd grasp is sunshine


As these cotton-ball rain clouds pass me by

running like water from the broken vessel

flowing like thoughts from a broken mind

I reach down

and grasp all around

and with a sigh, I try and pull it down.


But no one can touch me in this world without love

no arms towards my mountains, hands raised

no voices pierce the cold spaces in the crevices

I figure myself alone in the mother of snows.


As the air escapes me

as the snows fall down on my peak of isolation

I try and grasp the light

and my hands, swallowing it

envelope me in night."


"The Clean Mountain" De Luit.)

Hm... I'll see how I go. There are a lot of nice poems, so I might just pick one.

Actually, I did mean "Clean Mountain" It's been along time, I forget.

[Photosoph]

Cool.
By the way, I've done the outlines for two images... I'm not so great at figure drawing; still got a lot to learn there, but I hope it'll be okay. Next step: add the colour. \^_^

Not sure when I'll be done.

[Anna Mae]

I regret to inform all of you that I will be leaving. God has called me to mission work in Brazil and Paraguay and I may or may not return to CAA. This is my second to last login and then I'm off. It has been nice chatting with all of you. I will miss reading your poetry, Zarn.
God bless,
Anna Mae

[Photosoph]

I'll really miss you too, Anna. I hope everything goes well for you; God bless, and thanks for your companionship here on CAA.

Um... here are the pictures. I hope they're okay (I wish I could get the colours a little brighter, but I don't want to risk them becoming gaudy by tweaking too much on the computer. XP )

My Hands



Elijah's Elation



God bless, everybody.

[Zarn Ishtare]

I regret to inform all of you that I will be leaving. God has called me to mission work in Brazil and Paraguay and I may or may not return to CAA. This is my second to last login and then I'm off. It has been nice chatting with all of you. I will miss reading your poetry, Zarn.
God bless,
Anna Mae

Bless you and your pure heart for Christ, Sister. May the light of God go with you.

[Zarn Ishtare]

I'm going to be gone for awhile longer;


gbye.


In Christ,


Zarn

[Photosoph]

Take care, Zarn. I hope we see you back soon.

[Zarn Ishtare]

Well guys...


I think, at least for now, this is the end of "Cacaphony Of The Soul". I'm shipping out to Marine Corps Boot Camp on Monday.


Jesus, Have Mercy On Me, A Sinner. Bless my friends and guide my path.


I'd like to thank Photosoph, Anna Mae, Goldenspines, Temulin, and every one of my reviewers. You've all been awesome.


And to leave you with alittle something, here's a song/poem I'm working on:


"Where the
Winds of Fate Go
So Goes
The Stormcrow


Riding
On a Black Cloud
With His Lightning
Right Beside Him


One Day
No More Storm Crow
Bringing Dark Vows
And Black CLouds

One Day
No More StormCrow
Just a Small Bird
With a Small Smile...