The Phoenix, The Raven, The Snake and The Queen

A portrait of the self .. A discussion with my own soul and mind and its extreme dualities...not only two sides....but many.... (Meant to be read very fast and rhythmically)

This wall that is built, is a line in the sand
To keep not enemies away but enemies within
A wall round the mind it is, built by their hands
For eyes to stare out from the soul which commands
My love can go deep, yet so does my hate
I laugh at my life, yet also my fate
That I desire, so must I fear
If one screams out the other will hear
Passion to passion, heard, felt and seen
Extreme to extreme, obscene to redeem
I am the snake and I am the queen
Inside is a halo, inside is a devil
Inside it is pure, inside is an evil
Not on the shoulder but fixed in the soul
Neither lets go, the phoenix, the crow, one gives me wings, one takes me below
battle inside, destruct and rebuild
Born and I die, ashes to flame, flame to the sky
A phoenix, no purpose, each feather confusion
Each thought is the antidote after the poison
The silver, the crimson, the silver to gray
The gray goes black, the night eats day
crimson speaks fire, not turning back
Moon hot, sun cold and eyes turn black.
To make a fire in the heart
that one lets grow
Setting flame to the body
beginning the flow
when the embers of the eyes
flickers a glow
soon there rages
The heat below
Yet it’s the fire in the soul
that none should know.
The queen, the phoenix, the raven, the snake
The heart, The soul, mind and the body that make
The eyes come alive with good will and mistakes
What I can mend and what I shall break
The goddess the god,
the female the male
The judge and the death
the home and the jail
the heaven and hell
The strong then the frail
the truth and the tale
the hated the hailed.
The phoenix the raven, the black and the crimson
Which is the demon and which is the haven?
Both have a talon called beloved and forlorn
Yet only one dies to be reborn
Ashes to ashes and fire to flame
Shall I serve them? Or them me in my name?
The sick and depraved
Shall a soul be saved?
The weak and the brave
Which governs this soul?
The master or slave?
Are they one in the same?
Which is to blame and essence I claim?
Should a soul such as this ever be tamed?
Shall I refrain? wound of disdain.
In Deep obscurity or rise unto fame?
Are you enemy or lover?
What I care not and what I discover
To become stone or shall I suffer?
Where as I’ve found that I liked what was rougher...
The blood and the shame, the blood and the gain
Insane to the sane, the Phoenix the raven, the war and the game.
And had they always fought from my first breath?
And fight shall they until my death?
Are they one? This blinding light or tyrant born?
Which part of my soul must I scorn;
Which will die and which will mourn
What do I wear beneath my face adorned?
Must all be one? must all be shunned?
To fly head first into the sun?
A last flight before surrender
Or take the emptiness of infinite space
Head long into power or just a taste.
A void of reason or the burning end?
That’s when my soul began to grin
Tis a draw they scream from either, all sides
Of that line in the Sand behind my eyes
For was all a gift and all a curse?
Slowly I find that I second that first.
To find the quiet
I must control
All sides I own must simmer and show
That a scream can be a whisper and whisper a song
and soon I knew
what I had known all along.
That all sides be one and slowly burn.
Slowly the soul began to learn
Keep the fire within where fire belongs
All I hate with such great hate
And all my loves to strong...
That Heaven doth shine through the eyes of the wicked.
—C.R. Stanger


*Note ** all my poems are copyrighted and have codes to prove ownership ... While I doubt anyone here does this ..still have to say Don't steal other people's work wether a poem is good enough or not .... It's personal and directly speaks from the soul of the writer and to take their work and say it's yours ..it's wrong and unnatural ..your stealing a peice of them ...it's nothing to do with money or rights...it's so much more than that...its happened to me .. It can happen to anyone .. It hurts and I always speak out against it even if to most it seems pretentious...

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