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Dove!Metamorphose slowly begins
Darkness paints the sky
Shape has shifted Chátelaine on step
Cháteau waits, never goodbye.
Night-time wanderer, garden mystic
Pause beneath Cyprus tree
Love was declared there long ago
Moment remembered implicitly.
Darkness full of mystery
Fragrant Lilies haunt night
Reminder of bridal day
Memories remain never decay.
Breaking dawn, steps are climbed
Lily in hand, knows it's time
Eyes wander over lost domain
Yet, not so lost, still has claim.
Woman of wisdom accepting fate
Waiting with poise to shift her shape
Static air quivers then surrounds
Chátelaine disappears with no sound.
White Dove flutters where she stood
Beside crushed, broken Lily
Wings spread wide, graceful glide
Over beloved territory.
Paradise Smile!Happy resident in fool's paradise
Where smiles pervade and brighten
Should there be toss of dice
Paradise lost, would frighten.
Place where laughter is not heard
Residents lonely, fearful
No kind encouragement, no friendly word
Paradise lost, would frighten.
Fools paradise a mythical place
Yet I question, is this so?
Smile uplifts, makes perfect a face
Paradise prevails with gentle glow.
Mermaid!Moon's fluorescent light
Glint on mermaid tail
Feels safe, won't take flight
Flick of tail in silver light.
Follows moonlight, silver path
Shinning eyes, sea weed hair
Call on pod of playful Dolphins
Swim awhile with singing Whale.
Mariners in ship silently pass
Sailors with their mouth agasp
Did they see, or did they not?
Beauty in ocean not forgot.
Tale recounted, endless years
Hardened seamen, shed salty tears
Mermaid who sang siren song
Moonlight haunting, come and gone.
Morpheus!Captive of gentle Morpheus
Magnolia dream world of ease
Sleep, celestial plain.
Behold Beauty!Beauty around is all I see
Beholden to nature, her gift to me
Simple flower to great oak tree
Gaze in wonder on bended knee.
Meadow sways in gentle breeze
Poppies, buttercups, gentle heartsease
Weary soul by beauty appeased
Summer moment gladly seized.
Soft snow falling, iridescent light
Sky aglow, winter white
Rainfall through Celtic mist
Endless beauty, not to be missed.
Storm raging down by shore
Ocean tossed, howling more
Salt spray driven high in air
Sight of beauty there to share.
These are treasures, hold them dear
Nature's brilliance throughout year
Perfect performance, beauty behold
Close to heart as pleasure unfolds.
Lullaby!Gentle heartbeat old as time
Metronome tempo close to mine.
There at night when claimed by sleep
Early morning hear its beat.
Two hearts quintessentially sing
Melody soft, substance takes wing
Crooning beautifully, no stop or start.
Syncronized rhythmn, beating hearts.
In tune with life, tender lullaby
softly sung like angel's sigh.
*Evolution*Change is always in the air
Since dawn of time when all began
Cannot be seen, never touched
Yet runs beside fleetest man.
Intangible change in state of flux
From day to day presence felt
Influence moulding, guiding life
Perhaps it is our greatest wealth.
Cupid!Cupid shot arrow
Hope sneaked into hardened heart
Love finds its way home
Twilight Witch!Twilight pulls curtain down
Frightful witch stalks the ground
Just be careful this fright night
Crone is there, you're in her sight.
Ghouls and ghosts this is their time
Moon this night does not shine
Children go for trick and treat
Fingers crossed they do not meet.
Munching fruit, sweet and nuts
To knock on door takes some guts
Turn around and there she is
Hairy chin and warts that fizz.
Screams and howls this is not right
Run down road as terror strikes
Broomstick ride, no! no! no!
Jumps on broom, off she goes.
Crackling laughter in the air
Round and round she flies
Children look at awesome sight
Lucky escape this Halloween night.
Summer NightThe sun, glowing in the waves of heat, was still
sweating, enveloped in cloudy fat
and pouring down sultry rain unfit
for summer drinking.
Snow was resting easily on the sky,
not of ice but vapor and light shining
bright enough to blind opened eyes.
Pupils dilate to fill the night and so they divert their gaze.
Sacrificial MusesFrom light at the edge of imagining
entering into my periphery
comes a world that blossoms into being,
taking root, grasping hold the more I see.
Nimbus wreathed, aglow with pale, cold starlight,
all else before this newfound wonder fades.
Hours I ponder in awe the sound and sight
of a world's heartbeat, while lands fill with shades.
I mold their faces, with care their names choose,
watch them live, love, and die in the background -
Art thrives off of the sacrificial muse,
yet I mourn endings, though it seems unsound.
Born in my mind, in the periphery,
living their lives just like us on a stage,
they are shades of thought, inked in destiny
to spend the rest of their days on a page.
captain's logby now the sun's gone red,
swollen and yet colder;
the earth, still, burnt and dead.
extinction made bolder
our race; reaching the stars
upon quantum shoulders.
but have we reached too far,
we few thousand riding
space is not abiding;
we lack maps decrying
here be dragons hiding!
our prow ether-plying
as the navigator
flails at planet scrying.
i've grown to fear we have played traitor
to the veiled cause of our creator.
AutumnI can think of nothing
Which so inspires
A surge of creativity
Like nature on fire-
In all their fantastic glory,
The trees like flames
And bringing stories
Into my head
About such beauty-
To appreciate this,
Our gift, our duty.
The wind picks up
The fragile leaves,
An autumn rainbow
Creeping up the trees.
The air is crisp
And chills the bone;
The breeze sways the oaks,
And the pines begin to moan.
Boots crunch the colors,
All vibrant autumn shades;
In reds, oranges, and browns,
The world seems to soften and fade.
Underneath the rising cold;
The sky clears
And becomes a tawny gold.
All is calm and quiet
When in the autumn feel;
All is serene and cedar,
Seeming too perfect to be real.
the first taste of creativitydrizzled succulent
pastry of new realities
the learning of
in the ringed cone
elevation of comprehension
travel vast synapsis in
of the forumula
left now behind
in deep cacao based
artistry in confection
inspires seratonin elevation
the mind seed
to a fair first
to the power
of hunger driven
You are so young,my love.
The wind in your hair even knows your time
And the sky,it lives in your heart
In the end,nothing's even worth a dime.
You speak of war as if it's a game
But when does it end?
If I give you peace,
Would you try to live enough to tell
There are no monsters under your bed
And no beasts within your satin sheets
The nights are full of fire
And the fire's full of heat
"If to smoke you turn,
I shall not cease to fiddle while you burn"
Dear Rome...You gave us happiness and joy
But your walls hold darkness somewhere in return
-I will build you up again,my dear Rome,-
I looked at the waves of the sea.
-But I want to see how you burn first.-
You can't stop the time,it runs free
I am a smoke ring floating
upwards from your open mouth
whispering your poetry,
a tabletop is littered with
playing cards and tater chips,
soggy lip-rouged ciggie butts
from fiery redheads tipsy
with one too many vodka shots,
to consummate a truckers' stop--
you ransomed me your miracles,
the first time when you heard me sing
my favorite songs to you that night...
and semi-trucks downshift their loads
that flicker from the neon lights
alongside the old interstate.
MelancholiaSoothe and subdue me,
overthrow the ferocity
that harrows me nightly,
and all through the day,
when I should be
happy with you.
Say you will slay
all of my fears
and the forces that drive me
always to tears,
or this intensity
will surely devour me.
You won't escape its teeth, dear,
because you love me so.
You stand by your woman,
even when the wind is blowin',
threatening to tear our house down.
And the colder the winter,
you just hold me tighter,
will tear us asunder.
bravest of lovers,
have withstood all the tempests I bring,
but together we will drown,
stuck in its jaws forever.
Please don't ever say
I didn't give you warning
about the ghosts that I carry,
my love, they are hungry --
they want your everything.
I love you,
but it will be too late.
This is my destiny.
You chose your fate
when you held on to
the hull of this haunted ruin,
and the merciless,
mad allure of the siren
that has wrecked you
by leading you here to me.
A Poets DreamSomeday I will steal a poet
and make her yearn for me.
Her eyes will be as beautiful
as the words she speaks.
In the night
I will make her sing.
When morning comes
to shine its light,
those eyes will hold no resentment
She will place no blame upon my skin,
She will see me for who I am really am.
She will see me for me.
At that moment
I will light her way
will smile for me.
Vanguard, Chapter 1: DuncanDuncan's Journal: Day 1288
I consider myself a good man. I respect women, elders, my equals, and the dead. I say a morning prayer, and an evening one. Hell, I even thank the gods for a meal, instead of immediately chowing down in the voracious manner as the other soldiers here do. By all logical means, I should be in paradise. No really, not just because I'm a good man, but also because I should be dead by now. So I ask myself: why, oh gods up there, have I ended up in hell?
1288 days. 1288 days of my life have been spent in this misery, and I'm beginning to lose faith in the glory I was promised. Some of the rookies still live in their ignorant bliss, but I've lived long enough to realize that there's not much glory to find here. “Sing the songs of glory and march into battle—-join The Crusade today!”. Such were the words of the posters The Crusade has spread all over The Mortal Realm. Gullible fools practically stand in line for these songs of glory that th
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