Well this week's My Choice Blog is another music video. This time the video is Descent(from Destiny) by one of my favorite bands, Tides of Man. Now what I like about this particular song is that its lyrics are a poem with each stanza/verse beginning with one of the letters of the word Descent. I thought that was just so creative. I really do admire that type of ingenuity and cleverness. Here are the lyrics:
D: The Descent from Destiny
By a Dark Deed Done
Was Disclosed in Divination
Death of a Dead man's son
Deranged, Deprived Delivery
Darkened his Decor
E: Ever-loathsome, the Executor's Edict
Estranges he from himself
Evermore
S: So Soon the Service
Sealed his fated Strife
A Sacrifice Seduced
To Save his threatened life
C: And Cowardice nor Commerce
Could Call the Child to Cease
Thought the Cycle of Criminal Commissions
Could never Co-exist with peace
He Could Count only
On the Combustion of his Chamber
As he lay the Child to the floor
E: Ever-loathsome, the Executor's Edict
Estranges he from himself
Evermore
N: Never to Neglect this Night again
As Naught for Nuances extend
Innocuously Numbing him into Nullification
T: Terribly Taken by The Task That Transpired
Tonight a Tantalizing new Testament was acquired
Thundering upon his tormented heart
From Temptation and Treachery
His almighty Teachings Tore him apart
Hooray for alliteration!!
Just because I'm in a sharing mood, I'll share one of my poems that I have written.
Here it is:
Feel
by ~Michael Peak
Stars when you shine you know how I feel.
The fact of the matter is I'm not real.
Breaking illusions, my mirrors shatter.
Do I exist? Am I matter?
I'm strings.
If anything.
Vibrating the music of the soul.
Throughout all which is not whole.
But incomplete.
Near defeat.
Those who need to be lifted.
The broke, the destitute, the gifted.
Wind when you whip, you know how I feel.
When you whistle you distort all that is real.
All that's secure.
All that's endured.
Falls to their knees at the majesty of freedom.
Yet they do not draw away, you intrigue them.
They've not seen one like you, with such a presence and power.
They want to be like you, and yet they cower.
Away from such sights.
And away from such heights.
Because they can not reach them.
Yet, they feel as all of it is beneath them.
Fire when you burn, you know how I feel.
When you ravage the forest or city, you destroy all that's real.
No more security.
You can take their reality.
And make it insanity.
Do you do this for your vanity?
No you burn because it's your purpose.
It's the only reason for this.
This powerful eruption.
Of your corruption.
Of your sovereignty.
And while it doesn't bother me.
It disturbs me in a way.
To know you can't burn every day.
And while I think that you should.
All I know is that when you burn.
I'm feelin' good.
D: The Descent from Destiny
By a Dark Deed Done
Was Disclosed in Divination
Death of a Dead man's son
Deranged, Deprived Delivery
Darkened his Decor
E: Ever-loathsome, the Executor's Edict
Estranges he from himself
Evermore
S: So Soon the Service
Sealed his fated Strife
A Sacrifice Seduced
To Save his threatened life
C: And Cowardice nor Commerce
Could Call the Child to Cease
Thought the Cycle of Criminal Commissions
Could never Co-exist with peace
He Could Count only
On the Combustion of his Chamber
As he lay the Child to the floor
E: Ever-loathsome, the Executor's Edict
Estranges he from himself
Evermore
N: Never to Neglect this Night again
As Naught for Nuances extend
Innocuously Numbing him into Nullification
T: Terribly Taken by The Task That Transpired
Tonight a Tantalizing new Testament was acquired
Thundering upon his tormented heart
From Temptation and Treachery
His almighty Teachings Tore him apart
Hooray for alliteration!!
Just because I'm in a sharing mood, I'll share one of my poems that I have written.
Here it is:
Feel
by ~Michael Peak
Stars when you shine you know how I feel.
The fact of the matter is I'm not real.
Breaking illusions, my mirrors shatter.
Do I exist? Am I matter?
I'm strings.
If anything.
Vibrating the music of the soul.
Throughout all which is not whole.
But incomplete.
Near defeat.
Those who need to be lifted.
The broke, the destitute, the gifted.
Wind when you whip, you know how I feel.
When you whistle you distort all that is real.
All that's secure.
All that's endured.
Falls to their knees at the majesty of freedom.
Yet they do not draw away, you intrigue them.
They've not seen one like you, with such a presence and power.
They want to be like you, and yet they cower.
Away from such sights.
And away from such heights.
Because they can not reach them.
Yet, they feel as all of it is beneath them.
Fire when you burn, you know how I feel.
When you ravage the forest or city, you destroy all that's real.
No more security.
You can take their reality.
And make it insanity.
Do you do this for your vanity?
No you burn because it's your purpose.
It's the only reason for this.
This powerful eruption.
Of your corruption.
Of your sovereignty.
And while it doesn't bother me.
It disturbs me in a way.
To know you can't burn every day.
And while I think that you should.
All I know is that when you burn.
I'm feelin' good.