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The Poems Of Thievery
poetry [ ]
or Five Failed Prophecies

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by [Forrest Gimp ]

2003-11-08  |     | 



I (Why the seer has failed)


Watch the light crumble to darkness,
Watch the empty pot of madness
As the halfman's sipping from it on and on.
To the caverns of despair,
To the inner monster's lair
Leads the path under the open tomb of stone.

Driven by twin lights,
Failed by his true might,
Memories in front of things that should have been,
Watch the madman's flight
As he speaks so right
To his decayed soul, the seer that should have seen.

Open to the thieves
Is the way to inner falling leaves.



II (Prelude for thievery)

The true thieves shall come,
Arise from what is wrong to all that's right
In their own way, some
Shall make the seer remember his true might.


Themes

There’s time as a theme
in the eyes of a dead leaf,
And themes flying by
so forgetting of the grief.
Thoughts inside as lonely
as a thief

in the dust of a bleak night
left the wings after the flight,
memories still fading
with the light.

Empty is the glass of sand,
there’s a clockwork final fright
And a clockwork soul still ticking
way behind.

Yesterday I saw a dream.
She was wearing a new theme
Colourless, held out
of all esteem.

Skin on satin, or a sword
She came by, unspoken word
Following and followed
by the Lord.

Now the thief, the hunter prey
through the night, amongst the dreams
In the shadow makes his way
In the shadow of the themes.


III (The hour is close)

Those spirits of old,
They don’t feel like dying
Their dying unchained shall be of our pity;
They never were called,
Their siblings were lying
The chaos they lived is still in the city.

We’re now high on chaos,
Like they ever were,
As daughters or sons of their mothers and fathers;
The elders who laid us
Were no longer there
When order was shuffled to chaos by others.


IV

Nighttime of thieves

Many suns fell down this evening,
They were foretold to be leaving,
Some can even feel their leaving hour.

Now the light comes from the past
Catches up with thieves' eyes fast
To the rest, this night is sour.

They knew about this hour long before,
They knew it form their elder masters' lore,
And knew there'll be no need for a disguise.

Tonight is the right time to find
What they search for, amongst the blind
Tonight the suns shall set, and thieves shall rise.

Long prepared, taught by the darkness,
Wearing wisdom of the old
Poured into their capes, and madness
They know all that was foretold.

Finding what they want,
Loathing what they might,
They know their nighttime is tonight.

When suns shall set
And thieves shall rise,
The hour of the world's demise.


The morn after the thieves' passing

The weeplings have gathered in vain
The blind went mad enough to see the pain
The living kind, the kind that's getting red
Wants time to flow.
That upper place above their head
Is now so low
And lower on the morrow

Forgetting the latter,
The tension in their necks has vanished.

The dead, astonished,
cannot utter
Another manifest of sorrow.


V

Their time is known to be long gone,
But in those themeless nights
They say you'll see their shadows run
To break the seer's flight.

Find yourself forsaken
In the middle of the winter snow
Witness of a lifetime
Keep in mind that lifetimes come and go.

Put aside the silence
Put aside the words
Listen to the music
Put aside the chords.

Find yourself forsaken
And still looking up and down within
Your sun never rising.
It is time to lose so you can win.

Close your eyes,
Open them inside
All forgotten,
Loneliness is blind.


VI (Progeny of time)

Time above us, time below
Time the only place
Where the people come and go,
But still have no face.

Progeny of time,
Homesick for the past
Homesick for the future
May the present last.

I am but another
One of us in time
Wishes are a dead end
Rather than a crime.


Unending

Seer still flying downwards,
sipping from his empty pot,
Do not be deceived,
the nighttime of thieves passed not.

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