#Golden Gilded Tigers

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thick trench
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In a land far from time, a great decay had been set in motion
The gods have abandoned their choir, the world has fallen silent.

The eight mountains of the lord
Howl out an ungodly name
Bellowing across the lands
They call out for a man who died in vain,
surreptitiously, they wait for the day of his return.

Howl, howl out my name
In summer I rise again,
In winter I fall.

A shallow golden ray is rode upon by the soul of a tiger,
With ecstasy day dreams of Pluto's dove, creeping upon the sky.

At the worlds end a jester stood,
Gilded in gold with bells of silver chiming in sequence
His tears slipped into the void below,
Darkness rose from his feet to his head - bone dry and dead.
Under the eight mountains he stood,
Now crucified at the top of the world
His face pointed to the stars
But his heart lies among the wicked.

A magnolia grew
From the ashes of the cold
Breathing life again.

In darkness came a light, a lord lit his beacon
Angels and Cherubs guided the gilded jester, on his path to the end.

A cherry blossom leaf flew with the wind,
Ecstasy mountains bowed to Pluto
Howling out a mans name, for golden rays to shine again,
Darkness gilded his head - done dry with stars from the heart.

the crystal mantis
came out from the void below
singing songs of praise

A magnolia tiger crept upon the sky
Spreading the ashes of gods eyes.

wanton vector
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okay my response is a mess, but I like this a lot - I don't think I've hooked on to your key message, but this is where I'm thinking:

Opening reminds me of this passage from Yeats:
'Turning and turning in the widening gyre   
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,'

transience of glory
'shallow golden ray', 'in winter I fall'

'gilded jester'
- insincere scapegoat?

'Pluto's dove' - peace brought by sin?
- world's end jester; gallows humour

Magnolia; east Asian connotations - contrasting with the Jesusy stuff
Cherry blossom again
-> Tiger

'leave' => 'leaf'?

'the eight mountains' is Buddhist cosmology right?
=> I'm probably underinformed here (getting out of my depth ahh)

'Tiger crept upon the sky'
-> Baihu - possibly the thread tying together western and eastern founding mythology?
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ash tree too hmm

thick trench
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I missed an S with leave

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it suppose to be leaves

wanton vector
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ah makes sense

thick trench
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allow me to fix that

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actually

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it works better as leaf

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thank you for alerting me to that :p

wanton vector
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nws

thick trench
# wanton vector okay my response is a mess, but I like this a lot - I don't think I've hooked on...

While I do admire how you've looked into this and you've found all these connections I must say that the poem is meaningless, or at least it is meaningless to me, I write things to create these wild words and images for people to think about in their head. If you find a meaning in my poem then that's cool but to me there is no meaning, just weird images. I pull inspiration from religion, mythology, culture, history and music to make these poems so if they come off as religious in some way, its just because I felt like it worked well in what I was making.

wanton vector
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it makes sense actually that that is what you were doing; but there's a sort of thread going through that ties together two seperate mythologies - which is kind of what you'd expect if you pulled together images from different cultures.

thick trench
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If there was a meaning or a story to this poem I guess it tells the story of a beautiful fantasy world that has been abandoned by its creators as they see it as filthy and unfit, so slowly the world fills with darkness and is destroyed, only for things to start again with the birth of a magnolia tree.

wanton vector
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oh yeah I see that; I'm really curious what you were doing with gilded jester, but I feel like saying would be spoilers 😛

thick trench
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to be honest, I just love Jesters. They are so interesting to me and people refer to me as a jester in real life and I feel like a jester fits in well, he is the last person to walk this forgotten fantasy world, the darkness is coming in all around him and he has nobody to turn to, nobody to make happy and nobody to make him happy. so he climbs to the highest mountain and crucifies himself for the gods that have forsaken him.

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but no god is coming, he may be looking up at them but they have cast him to live among the filth he came from.

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as said in the second stanza
''His face pointed to the stars
But his heart lies among the wicked. ''

wanton vector
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Oh shoot I totally missed that he would have to be crucifying himself! AH

thick trench
wanton vector
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he's a jester too

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so I'm guessing it was a sort of ironic crucifixion

thick trench
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hahaha

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I love life of brian.

wanton vector
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was 'ashes' as a tree intended? that was one of the things I'd seen tying together european and east asian mythology (asian magnolia tree/european ash tree)?

thick trench
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that is nonsensical imagery, I just think a tree growing from ashes is a beautiful image of hope.

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no matter how bad things get, life still finds a way.

wanton vector
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true, it's like the phoenix myth but real

thick trench
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yeah

wanton vector
thick trench
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that's what I was imagining when writing that line

wanton vector
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sweet

thick trench
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what do you think to the structure of the poem? it goes:

intro
stanza
haiku
interlude
stanza
haiku
interlude
stanza
haiku
outro

wanton vector
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BRUUUH

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the haiku's for the changing of seasons too

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how did I miss that O_O

thick trench
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haha, sometimes you miss things the first few times.

winter musk
# thick trench In a land far from time, a great decay had been set in motion The gods have aba...

Ah, so the mountains howl, the jester weeps, the gods abandon their choir, and yet, not a single line simply says,

"Hey, you could’ve just pinged me"
World teeters on the edge of ruin, gilded in sorrow and cosmic echoes, and I sit here wondering, was all this necessary, or did you just forget my username?💀
Anyways, to me:

The poem, Golden Glided Tigers drapes itself in the weight of forgotten echoes, where gods forsake their choir and silence reigns, yet in that void, something still breathes

"The eight mountains of the lord,
Howl out an ungodly name"
You say, and in that line, the weight of the unsung dead lingers, waiting for resurrection, for a return that feels both fated and futile

Your rhymes slip between the cracks of prophecy and lament, like

"Howl, howl out my name,
In summer I rise again,
In winter I fall"
A rhythm of inevitable decay, a cycle carved into the bones of time itself
The poem waltzes between despair and deliverance, yet never settles, the golden ray rides upon a tiger, yet Pluto’s dove dreams in creeping shadows
A contradiction, or a harmony long misunderstood?

And then the jester, a figure gilded yet grieving, chiming in silver yet sinking into the abyss

"His face pointed to the stars
But his heart lies among the wicked"
A masterful contrast, one foot in celestial longing, the other buried in the dust of damnation
But the poem does not abandon him, does it? Even as "darkness rose from his feet to his head", the beacon is lit, the cherubs descend, a fate that is both an end and an ascent

Then, the final turn, the crystal mantis sings, the magnolia tiger spreads divine ashes, the poem does not let oblivion consume its world entirely
But does it redeem? Or does it merely let the cycle begin again?

"A cherry blossom leaf flew with the wind"
But does it land, or does it drift, as nameless as the man the mountains call?

tired domeBOT
winter musk
thick trench
winter musk
warped yacht
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You told me you wanted to hear how I interpret this poem, and while I've only read this when this clearly needing multiple reads to form a coherent interpretation, what I find actually beautiful about this kind of work, is not the words used, not even the way it is structured, dare I say not even the poem itself, but the very avant-garde artistic intent of the poem. The artistic intent of communication between two very real minds, the poet and the reader. By asking for interpretation, you are asking for the connection of a very unique human experience.

It's like cubism in painting, by Pablo Picasso, the painting itself is meaningless, with just a few specific symbols here and there scattered around based on how the artist feels, to give some sort of open ended direction to the viewer to interpret it, but just doing that brings out the humans in us.

Or the work of Gertrude Stein, for example. Her poems don't mean anything by themselves, the beauty of her work isn't the poems themself, but the unique connection beyond language that is formed between her and the reader of the poem.

I feel the same way about the poems and haikus you write, they may not have meaning on their own, but your intent to keep it open ended, as sort of a playground with toys, brings out the human in the people, because each person that reads them will respond to it based on how they are, each response will be unique in their own way. I think this is true art, really, it's very avant-garde and very underrated.

thick trench
untold lantern
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Images images images. a lot of them and various reference which I am unaware of. I will google

thick trench
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@reef shale this one will bake your noodle.

reef shale
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i feel like there is a lot of things that i could interpret from this poem depending on who is reading it and that works very well to the poems advantage. this poem feels apocalyptic yet sacred at the same time. cosmic grief, some sort of big event happened here we aren’t aware of. i want to know what happened to cause this world to get to this point, that might be weird😂 genuinely though, with this poem i get a sincere feeling of like… idk. this poem is beautifully cryptic, and only half-forgotten, and still seems to be unfolding!! i feel like im yapping but this poem is extremely good and extremely complex i am still trying to learn how to digest certain forms of poetry so thank you for showing me this. consider my noodle baked 😂

*The jester fell
with gold on his bones,
but even sorrow
wears bells
when it’s holy.*💜

thick trench