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  • The Vintage Conservatory of EternalMaiden

    So, some of these are vintage. And I'm a poetic 'pack rat', I just have to save my stuff... I like to think it's worth reading, some of it.
    Some of it may not make any sense to you, and that's fine. Just understand it's all personal to me anyways. But if you can benefit or relate somehow I'd love to hear about it, I like it how one piece of work can transfer to mean something totally different to someone else. So comments are appreciated.

    I am EternalMaiden and these are my works, I hope you enjoy.
    That was Zen; This is Tao.
    --My Poet'artry -- My Space--

    Recent Attractions:
    Kundalini - excersize
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    “I think self-awareness is probably the most important thing towards being a champion.”
    “Every one is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody”
    “Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul.”

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  • #2
    The Candle and the Void.

    For many years she could be found
    patroness by candlelight,
    In a darkened sanctuary singing hymns with desperation
    to reavow a second of past delight.

    Silently unmoved
    Turquoise flame it flickers,
    Silently unsoothed
    The priestess' brow is bitter.

    Nevermind the diligent and absolute
    that rides inside her, despite her
    All fortune and fame depends on her fire
    'Tis the light that drives her
    Albeit the fire, where she is found rocking
    Peace be the void inside her
    Her immortal unease, churning and stalking.

    When the flicker is lame
    Tranquil nothing shall reign
    Will her peace be ordained
    When no hymn can be sang?

    Where is peace inside her?
    I ask you now, all her years, What is it that drives her?

    -EternalMaiden-
    That was Zen; This is Tao.
    --My Poet'artry -- My Space--

    Recent Attractions:
    Kundalini - excersize
    Candle Altar


    “I think self-awareness is probably the most important thing towards being a champion.”
    “Every one is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody”
    “Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul.”

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    • #3
      Ra: Grounding the Immortal.

      So she began to speak,
      and with each honest hum
      Like the hum of the Earth Mother
      She came back into herself
      And she felt the unbearable be taken
      Like a mother often can; quickly and without question

      So with a cry, a voice
      She called to GrandFather
      The sky
      Knowing that he could give to her
      As he had in many times no one could
      For the sunrises she'd embraced
      In self-sacrifice
      Though scalding her immortal eyes
      Only saved her mind
      And sent her safely dreaming
      Finally

      She'd been awake, and so afraid
      Three days, Three nights
      Alive and Dreaming
      Refusing...
      Meeting...

      And calling to a faith that lost it's luster, so very long ago.

      -EternalMaiden-
      (Formerly known as: Vampiress_Fate)
      That was Zen; This is Tao.
      --My Poet'artry -- My Space--

      Recent Attractions:
      Kundalini - excersize
      Candle Altar


      “I think self-awareness is probably the most important thing towards being a champion.”
      “Every one is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody”
      “Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul.”

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      • #4
        Reflection, The Hollow.

        The wind echoes
        Inside her, Despite her
        Waves of Remembrance
        Washing over,
        As she is standing
        A Mirror
        Reflected Nothing
        but the hollow...

        Like everything she's trampled on
        It's too good before it's gone
        This whole she's let become
        A frailty--damned and unforgiven
        This nothing.

        Twirling Fingers in her black lace dress
        Strewn, Like Autumn, in a Cherubs nest
        Naive Enchantress-to bed the beast
        Blinded by his beauty, horrified- his feast
        Only to cease;
        There in a hollow.
        No more.

        Fragmented
        The Glass it Breaks
        Ripping Nails, her tear stained face
        A breath, This Gaze
        She turns away
        To hear the winds of this shadow
        No More.

        -EternalMaiden-
        That was Zen; This is Tao.
        --My Poet'artry -- My Space--

        Recent Attractions:
        Kundalini - excersize
        Candle Altar


        “I think self-awareness is probably the most important thing towards being a champion.”
        “Every one is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody”
        “Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul.”

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        • #5
          Meet Your Beasts.

          Ignoring all past advice
          and the tradgedy of all the crazy
          Desiring a better life
          And traveling through this fallacy
          Listening to my conscious high
          and wishing he or she would face me
          A value, or a name
          To the subconscious matter that evades me.

          While I'm well aware of what's accurately seen
          I find myself a little mystified
          Awake at night, so lost in dream
          If I try with diligence to follow the paths of all unseen.

          So tell me impulsive echo of my mind
          What, dear God, does this mean?
          I trust with question and desire I -will- find
          This chaos, it's mine
          "It's mine."

          Yeah, nameless you shall be
          Sexless like the martyr that completes me.
          And the horror that drives me crazy-
          Self-consumed in fear, dreading an enemy
          I ran to every mirror and I realize,
          This -is- me.
          "This is me."

          What, dear God, does this mean?

          -EternalMaiden-


          (This is an older one, posted for those who are lost in their chaos. Who may feel helpless to it. There is always hope.)
          That was Zen; This is Tao.
          --My Poet'artry -- My Space--

          Recent Attractions:
          Kundalini - excersize
          Candle Altar


          “I think self-awareness is probably the most important thing towards being a champion.”
          “Every one is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody”
          “Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul.”

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          • #6
            Awe Transcendal

            Wild Mystery, Goddess and Guild of ancient Woes
            Hear me...
            Receptive woman in halls of evergreen
            I dance amongst you, I am the dream
            Be near me.
            Light and epiphone, Binding Truths of serpents horned
            We flow, we laugh, a youth unscorned
            Reflect me...
            Sweet harmony you're singing and we're sinking low
            A voice in breath
            I reinvoke.
            I'm spiraling, I'm willing and you love me so...
            I thank you, I praise you
            In this garden I grow.

            -EternalMaiden-
            That was Zen; This is Tao.
            --My Poet'artry -- My Space--

            Recent Attractions:
            Kundalini - excersize
            Candle Altar


            “I think self-awareness is probably the most important thing towards being a champion.”
            “Every one is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody”
            “Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul.”

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            • #7
              Blessed Incompletion.

              Stepping into this graceful completion
              Unlike the currents ripping tides of emotion
              Something avenges me again in desolation
              It is the ice, the fire, of my desperation

              Misery weeps where she belongs, and
              Joy is sweet like the childrens’ song
              It’s a passive feat to continue crying -much too long
              When the winds of change encourage your heart the wrong
              And, it’s okay to move along.

              Like furious spirals to some yester decadence
              Of luxury in comforts within my voided sadness
              But now the weather is nice and the seasons make sense
              Softly letting go of this wicked defense.

              Fear within Fear, A dream within my dream
              Such turmoil evolves in silence, quietly riding deep
              The sunlight cast upon me it’s delicious and so serene
              When reverence becomes compassion, for life is what it seems
              Blessed, shall it be.

              -EternalMaiden-
              That was Zen; This is Tao.
              --My Poet'artry -- My Space--

              Recent Attractions:
              Kundalini - excersize
              Candle Altar


              “I think self-awareness is probably the most important thing towards being a champion.”
              “Every one is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody”
              “Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul.”

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              Comment


              • #8
                Twirling Fingers in her black lace dress
                Strewn, Like Autumn, in a Cherubs nest
                I absolutely love this metaphor. Great use of words and imagry.

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                • #9
                  Thank you!
                  Alot of people like that stanza... I'm glad you did as well.

                  These are all newer poems being added now, the one you read was somewhat old.
                  Last edited by EternalMaiden; November 4th, 2005, 02:10 PM.
                  That was Zen; This is Tao.
                  --My Poet'artry -- My Space--

                  Recent Attractions:
                  Kundalini - excersize
                  Candle Altar


                  “I think self-awareness is probably the most important thing towards being a champion.”
                  “Every one is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody”
                  “Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul.”

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                  • #10
                    Pt I : The Crone and The Cauldron.

                    "Before we begin, you must understand. This cauldron is my womb.
                    What will serve before my judgment or my jest, is the stirring of this spoon.
                    You must agree to be attuned."
                    And on she went conjuring...

                    "See it is empty, a voided sacrilege simply"
                    Hissing and alluring, the Crone confessed
                    Of her dying sons and her hearts unrest
                    Glimpsing at me, unsure if I could digest
                    The deeper meanings of her wisdom; Like a ravens nest.
                    Though at ease and undueling, no matter her mind or schism...

                    So we sat and hymns we prayed,
                    'Rise to the father! Or mother fields in sway!' We sang.
                    The pot buckled and it steamed
                    The crone lady went crooked staring deep into me,
                    "Tell me your horrible things, your wicked dreams"
                    And as these words pierced my belly
                    The cauldron screamed of my infidelity...

                    My smoky turmoil boiling, my sins and thoughts were shown!
                    Clouds rose in pillowed smoke, my internal rogue
                    Mimicking some forsaken silhouette
                    Symbols of my hopes to soon forget
                    Woes of this inconquerable yearning
                    There I sit, A heretic unto my journey; unlearning.

                    -Tara Maddox-




                    (This poem has another part to it, but sitting here writing it I can't finish it all in one sitting. I have to edit, edit, edit. If you read this and see anything that should be fixed, or could be, please speak up. Thanks.)
                    Last edited by EternalMaiden; November 11th, 2005, 01:11 AM.
                    That was Zen; This is Tao.
                    --My Poet'artry -- My Space--

                    Recent Attractions:
                    Kundalini - excersize
                    Candle Altar


                    “I think self-awareness is probably the most important thing towards being a champion.”
                    “Every one is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody”
                    “Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul.”

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                    Poetry and Literature Forum Guide
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                    Comment


                    • #11
                      Originally posted by EternalMaiden
                      For many years she could be found
                      patroness by candlelight,
                      In a darkened sanctuary singing hymns with desperation
                      to reavow a second of past delight.

                      Silently unmoved
                      Turquoise flame it flickers,
                      Silently unsoothed
                      The priestess' brow is bitter.

                      Nevermind the diligent and absolute
                      that rides inside her, despite her
                      All fortune and fame depends on her fire
                      'Tis the light that drives her
                      Albeit the fire, where she is found rocking
                      Peace be the void inside her
                      Her immortal unease, churning and stalking.

                      When the flicker is lame
                      Tranquil nothing shall reign
                      Will her peace be ordained
                      When no hymn can be sang?

                      Where is peace inside her?
                      I ask you now, all her years, What is it that drives her?

                      -EternalMaiden-
                      I like this poem overall. I like the sentiment and I like the rhythm. The first stanza has a line break issue. I would actually have done it like this:

                      For many years she could be found,
                      patroness by candlelight, in a darkened sanctuary
                      singing hymns with desperation
                      to reavow a second of past delight.

                      Puncuation is so important in poetry

                      The only other comment I have is that in poetry, where you have so little time to say what you have to say, questions are usually regarded as weak. Don't leave the reader to wonder. You know what drives her. Tell your reader, otherwise what's the point? Even if your reader doesn't agree with you, you still drive your point home and don't leave it so open to interpretation. Lots of people will say they want their work to be open to interpretation. You can do that though, without letting your message float out into oblivion where your readers may or may not catch it.

                      Now I'll just wait for someone to come along and tell me what I a bitty I am

                      "The Triple Goddess as Maiden, Mother and Crone, is a relatively new concept which was made popular during the 20th century. Hekate is today most often equated to the Crone aspect of this triplicate archetypal image, but this idea of Hekate as Crone Goddess is one which would have been completely alien to the people of ancient Greece. The only possible explanation for the continued association today is that somehow the darker, scarier aspects of Hekate has been equated to wisdom in old age, which is, when you think about it rather ludicrous." -- Sorita D'Este. Read more in the book: Hekate: Keys to the Crossroads.

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                      • #12
                        Originally posted by EternalMaiden
                        So she began to speak,
                        and with each honest hum
                        Like the hum of the Earth Mother
                        She came back into herself
                        And she felt the unbearable be taken
                        Like a mother often can; quickly and without question

                        So with a cry, a voice
                        She called to GrandFather
                        The sky
                        Knowing that he could give to her
                        As he had in many times no one could
                        For the sunrises she'd embraced
                        In self-sacrifice
                        Though scalding her immortal eyes
                        Only saved her mind
                        And sent her safely dreaming
                        Finally

                        She'd been awake, and so afraid
                        Three days, Three nights
                        Alive and Dreaming
                        Refusing...
                        Meeting...

                        And calling to a faith that lost it's luster, so very long ago.

                        -EternalMaiden-
                        (Formerly known as: Vampiress_Fate)
                        I'm sensing a theme here

                        I like this one alot. The only thing I *might* change are the line breaks in the second stanza. They are short and a little choppy. Longer lines might give it a nicer flow.

                        "The Triple Goddess as Maiden, Mother and Crone, is a relatively new concept which was made popular during the 20th century. Hekate is today most often equated to the Crone aspect of this triplicate archetypal image, but this idea of Hekate as Crone Goddess is one which would have been completely alien to the people of ancient Greece. The only possible explanation for the continued association today is that somehow the darker, scarier aspects of Hekate has been equated to wisdom in old age, which is, when you think about it rather ludicrous." -- Sorita D'Este. Read more in the book: Hekate: Keys to the Crossroads.

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                        • #13
                          Really really cool.
                          Those poems are a tad old, and emotion was the theme.

                          If you don't mind go to the end of the page, I'd love to see your critique for the second to last and last poems.

                          I really appreciate your honesty. *thumbs up*
                          That was Zen; This is Tao.
                          --My Poet'artry -- My Space--

                          Recent Attractions:
                          Kundalini - excersize
                          Candle Altar


                          “I think self-awareness is probably the most important thing towards being a champion.”
                          “Every one is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody”
                          “Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul.”

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                          • #14
                            Change

                            I wrote this not an hour ago, I just got back from a Convention and was contemplating some things and really wanted to write a poem that suits me, and my dilemma in life. I wasn't going to post it, because it's actually about me on a deep level, and that's just kind of creepy! But after reading someone else's poem I was inspired to post it anyway. So, here goes nothing!

                            Change
                            (November 20, 2005)

                            Goddess move to heaven, Demo-ness spiral to hell.
                            Right here flinching beneath my shell,
                            This chalice of my existence
                            that I Love, that I Will, how well?


                            It’s like this little girl is tagging on the back of my shirt,
                            I have to guide her show her how it works,
                            Willingness to suffer her embrace,
                            Her salted tears and their bitter taste
                            And even though she has a voice
                            I must remember I have a choice

                            This echo of insanity or this call to a higher landing
                            These fears they’re black, and they’re outstanding
                            The Tao of love, love for self
                            I have to walk, I must excel

                            Let the benign become the mastery of light,
                            Move to change, accept my fright
                            This Great Mystery

                            Tara Maddox



                            This is -mine-, so just incase it's any good, it's copywrighted as of now to Tara Maddox. It's more than a poem, it's my relativity.
                            Last edited by EternalMaiden; December 9th, 2005, 09:25 PM.
                            That was Zen; This is Tao.
                            --My Poet'artry -- My Space--

                            Recent Attractions:
                            Kundalini - excersize
                            Candle Altar


                            “I think self-awareness is probably the most important thing towards being a champion.”
                            “Every one is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody”
                            “Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul.”

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                            • #15
                              Healing

                              Healing
                              (December 6, 2005)

                              I’ve seen the wreckage
                              Of all my naivete
                              I’ve blamed others
                              I’ve lived in fret
                              Determined to excel
                              Alone, in hell
                              Too many nights I fell

                              Here I am
                              The woman of your dreams
                              I strive for perfection
                              And often find it’s not what it seems
                              I’ll heal you with compassion
                              And I’ll need you when I fall
                              I want to keep you forever
                              I am willing to see you off.

                              Good love I’m breathing
                              It’s my eternal season
                              A twisted doll of logic and reason
                              This is my healing

                              This is my healing, I love you.

                              -Tara K.M.-
                              Last edited by EternalMaiden; December 9th, 2005, 09:25 PM.
                              That was Zen; This is Tao.
                              --My Poet'artry -- My Space--

                              Recent Attractions:
                              Kundalini - excersize
                              Candle Altar


                              “I think self-awareness is probably the most important thing towards being a champion.”
                              “Every one is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody”
                              “Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul.”

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