new eden

**machinery** · March 28th, 2001, 03:50 PM

wow, I don't know what to say...it was great because I had "Hymn" playing in the background (a Moby song off Everything is wrong) It caught me exceptional and different..it had this flow that was beautiful...words that were soothing, easy and comfortable to say when I read this... i want to look into this further..just give me time...great work.

**parch** · March 28th, 2001, 04:50 PM

far arden where the wind whispers with angels fallen to dusk or dawn, around the graves of prophets, we children kiss each other softly for night. we kiss for peace and epochs, songs, something triumphant helps restore our evening desires, but still we sleep to dusk and rust and still we wait the laughter moon. far arden where we kiss for dusk and dawn, relishing moments between, we waited here for sun and light but found moon goodness, a new beginning. far arden you speak like new eden, far arden your songs are good. we spent lives and nights in deep, surrounded by the trees in far arden where the willows bend to the breeze. so new eden, far arden being, we living staying in the midst of fairies, angels fallen-dusk or dawn, we gathered together, here in autumn slumber and turned to see our slipped tides. slipping by were two younger sisters, slim eves of the forest, but slipping slow was i - sly adam, a breathly being. for my breath was hotter and warmer, and weaker in count, too many missed beats in my number, in my orchaestrated song. they saw upon the autumn eve a heavy breath. they saw a turning eye. they saw a fatal passing only long enough to catch, but short enough to cause this fall. so far arden being fair eden, in midst of new celebration of autumn pose they stopped making music and noise for the sight to see in me. it was i- breathing adam, small heat that caught the breeze and lifted angels away from our abode. it was i that brought small deceit, ever so gently but ever so much beast. so i in far arden was cast from cirlce taken to slim rock and pushed. arden fairies, beings, angels, prophets old and new touched me to take away what i had been given. in far arden i would be no more. so new eden letting go of my mortal coil, wound itself a new sleeve and sung itself a new song, losing my name in between. my feet bound and pressed to board, my hands held down the first nails struck flesh and i knew arden no more. through flesh and bone, slim nails posted my breathing body to this formidable beast, a rising sign of past messiah, fallen prophets, lesser gods. the heat from my lips fell away and left itself below my feet, tiptoeing down to avoid the confusion. outside the gates they nailed me here, to my cowardly cross. far arden fallen they never knew again new eden, for my corruption and my kiss had tainted them all. here on my cross i died for them and they died again for me. in this new eden we adam and eve bent down and kissed the breath, the heat and we were never the same.

i died for this
will you die for this

___---parch

**parch** · March 28th, 2001, 07:04 PM

ok...
i'm planning on making this into a 5 part work.

NEW EDEN (another place)
I. the beginning and the end
II. trial of heat
III. the crucifiction synopsis
IV. ending place (where we stop)
V. missing peace (questions)

this first one is the third part "the crucifiction synopsis."

i was bored in genetics so i started thinking and it sounds fun...so i'm gonna add each new part onto this thread.

___---parch

**parch** · March 28th, 2001, 07:06 PM

in case you're wondering...i did take the words "far arden" from morrison but he actually took them from somewhere else as far as i can tell...i've looked up stuff before and it seems to link back to shakespeare but i can't tell, and i have no idea if arden is a real place but it is in my mind.

___---parch

**machinery** · March 28th, 2001, 07:59 PM

aww...morrison, good work...difficult to perceive....but still great work....

about your eden work..and how you are going to have parts, i dig that....look back to my heads of saturday work....i am start doing that every saturday...(afternoon and evening) for some reason..i really liked that work....so yeah..i am digging your idea...maybe i could do that with my late work that I have "fell" into...my prose......

**ranter** · March 28th, 2001, 09:31 PM

all i can say is....WOW! i was really really impressed with this work. it reminded me, somewhat, of Milton's paradise lost, only more readily accessible and readible. good luck on your undertaking, thats something that i admire, i can never put myself to a task like that because i can never get myself in the same mindframe to keep writing after long periods of time. i really liked this one, even though its not really my taste of things; i liked the fact that it was simply different...it wasnt like most of any of the other things that people post; i liked it because most things nowadays dont really involve any kind of religious undertones or anything like that...i liked it because of like what tsilo said about invoking fairies and angels...and i liked it because it showed a great mastering of the language....i am left awed.

**tsilo** · March 29th, 2001, 04:31 AM

i'd have to say...this is refreshing and i like the way u included angels and fairies in simple moments like the wind n' stuff...nice..

**parch** · March 29th, 2001, 04:42 PM

Part I. the beginning and the end

in fables, myths lore of old and ages past they spoke of twin trees that stood holding the light of the moon and they spoke of a slow curve round our earth that led not to smooth heaven or cursed hell but to far arden another place. this place of fellow branches pieces of spirit were free and they cast themselves in many forms. this place of light earth and rich air felt as if it had been touched by sweet nature more firm than the rest of our earth so it was not of our earth and not of our heaven but only in and of itself, another place, a most true being. so arden being, of itself, was inhabited by spirits as said before, but these were not of the line ascended from heavenly gates or fallen thus from the same. these beings were more than scripture but still less than gods, for they didn't allow themselves the compassion to be so and they didn't know the pride or vanity. these spirits only flowed these winds for far arden was a lovely place and as they go they wondered why others did wander past pearly gates and why others did see the light in his eyes. why when such a sweet garden existed would spirits choose his mastership and his domain? in far arden they wondered and soon wandered onto earth to meet that maker. spirits of arden feelings of cool night, were aborbed and on earth they saw the sun and they saw the strength in his eyes. it was he, the strong lord, and yet it was not he. it was another lord equal to he, but still not he, it was his son. and when these far arden beings, slow spirits of the mist saw what was done they were afraid. they saw the people of this lords earth holding him to a cross and putting him in the fire. they saw them burning him for his pride. this sun and this dull wind were nothing compared to their heavenly place. this was an end it seemed. while they wandered this earth wondering who and why he had been spent on this cross they fell into safe harbors and soft beings. this world soon ending after this lords death, the slender messiah's passing, they invited true givers and free souls to rise and forsake the cursed earth. i was one of these. and so on my journey i took my wind and a compass of heart so i could always see the truth. this was the beginning and for my past home, earth, fallen messiah, it was the end.

___---parch