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Fear and Smiles We lay together
In our pond of imagination
Fantasies afloat, lilly pads
The shaped shadows glistening your face,
Your skin reflecting a spectral gleam
A shining moon to my eyes
A mask of cheer, deprived of color once
With scars, emotional hexes
But a hope, outlined in the form of serene lips
Oh, how fruitful
One kiss, another kiss
Such realities should have remained in bliss
How I long for your touch
Soft, like a silk of dreams
Always in dreams…
I don’t want to wake up
My mask of straw, an instrument of dread
Crooked jaw, losses, discomfort
Demon, hag, butcher
How I long for
your skin for my holes
Your cheek against my façade
Assuring we can be
We can be
We can be
A brush of tears, a brush of masks
Stepped on these tragic heights,
We are monuments to our own failures
Choices we make for wolves,
Food out of our blood
We can leave
We can’t leave
My Goddess "In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed-
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted."
Thoughts and words alone surrendered
If only they could mean more
The smiles and laughter
Even a simple touch of the hope lost
Could you have found?
I find the same delicate pedals in realm of weeds
Again and again
Ones I have looked until my hands bleeds
We are fallen from our paradise
I still wait for the nights when I could return to my dreams
Your ivory skin pressed softly against me
Your silks of jet black tresses onto my concealment
Swarming to another dark-curtained night of bliss
A luminous soul in a bleak path of cracked shells
To still stand on the burning coals, Lucifer's brimstones
So bravely, so elegantly
Refusing the stairs of Valhalla
And this malice for a mirror of a man who should be
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Deviants Though echoed storms
Life decipates its deceased colors
Molested by illusions
One torn ligament after another
We have suffered monuments
of failures and uncradled pain
Exploited crypts of unbeaconed faiths
Uncalled prayers turn to decaying stars
Lips of stone
Fractured jaws of paradise
Lost in our own worlds
'If only we could still believe the dream
If only we could still live in the dream'
Have we been supplanted too long?
Beyond lustful eyes and hasted gropes
That we've seen others for secrets
I can see you
You can see truth
As the February cinders rekindle
Through these darkened depths
Empty shells cast aside
Unmasked the fissured memories
I thought I had felt
Channeled from vixens
Yet you see it
Like I do
I sooth the frigid spirit with
Hands of shared blood
From mutilated roses
Never letting go
'Calling out your name
My Personal PresentationI am a storyteller
I never pieced myself with the common crowd
Or was considered the "same" by anyone's standards
And I never fit
Because I am different
But to be different
I have nothing to hide
For I have everything to show
I am to be someone
Yet no one
I have had experiences
Those very ambitions engraved in my mind
Fiction and reality are everything
And something more
Feeling and emotion
Like water and wind
I let it drift by me
I let it drift by my consciousness
Until I am able to make sense of it
Connect with it
And see it
I feel it
I consume it
I am it
I am he
I am she
I am all
But these delicate lives I embrace
In my veins, body, mind, heart, soul
I am responcible to have them be there
Not kept away in some box of supression and fear
I am not anyone
I am not
I am no leader
But I can be
Alhought I have taken the form
Lost ParadiseIn the meadows I lie, with a most pure scene,
Surrounded by the splendor of sky blue and nature's green,
Then in the sky, pedals of yellow and orange sway in the wind,
Each one then decays, screeching how they sinned,
Then the dead vines surround, around my neck they coil,
Pulling me from my world and below the lifeless soil
I was condemned below, to that city of death,
The black land around me reeking every breath,
In my unpure surroundings, my pain felt worse,
Crowded before its disciples; a savage circus,
Condemned before the persecutors, the demons, the vampires,
And before witnessed the hooved one, the eternal of his empires,
Staring down to his prisoner, bloodlust in his eyes,
Commandng his legion to shatter me, getting high from my cries,
The limits of my pain, the madness he reaches,
Demolishing and bucher, the only knowledge of such leeches,
Devouring my fears, my love, my memories, all is now silence,
The communion of my body and soul, torn from its alliance
Floating in th
To every mind bounds a precious thought, a hopeful crystal shard
A question of heaven, for this hellspawn, a bard
Turning faces of sun and moon, our worlds simply passing by
Staring out into the horizon,I let out a solemn sigh
Bu even away, a prisoner of my barren land
For the thought of you alone makes me stand
Even with the thousand seas, in our ultimate division
With my eyes shut, your face still in vision
To bond with you so close, soothing for my soul
The image of feeling you, such opportunity the world stole
Upon me here, a dead winter reigns
But when your nature cometh, it will unravel those weak chains
On the reaches of the luminous nightfall, you a shooting star
I still try to reach, even though you're too far
Although still alone, to my infinite sorrow,
As long as you're there, I will still believe in a tomorrow
I hope we meet one day, without this cruel malice
My wonderful friend forever, the "Split-Heart" Alice
Never Let You GoSpring
I remembered a field out there, feeling so close
Lied beds of lillies and violets, but only a single rose
How beautiful it swayed with the wanton wind
To adore such a flower felt as if I sinned
So delicate your petals, how soft they felt
To have them brushed on my face, it made me melt
Never let you go, never let you go
When we first spoke, we spoke as friends,
We gave a lot for our images, gave it no end
Our relationship bloomed on without a clue
But my eyes on you stayed ever so true
How I wished we could dance and bond
Of such thoughts, surprisingly, you were especially fond
A boiling ball shone flames on the land
The miserable heat it fired was its full demand
Those fears of ours we left, no need to be cowered
From the field I plucked you and under the cool, in shadows we showered
Brushing your petals again, under the shade you kiss
Away from the burning field, forever in bliss
Never let you go, never let you go
I let myself closer, you made it my task
Your fingers ar
A Saving Grace
Conducting a breeze of faith, from your Black wings of justice
Mirror of the heavens, Beyond a mortal's bliss
Blazing hair, soul forged with nature's oak, fruitful
Each strand a flower, with essence as beautiful
A moonspell drifted from gleaming eyes,
An ember to seal my drifted cries
My touch once cold, from bitter days of pawns
Coming from tragic heights and murdered dawns
Now of beautiful dreams, caved in your arms
A symphony of eternal salvation, invincible from all harms
Before me you stand an angel of the mystic night
Shining on the nocturnal sky, my first light
Before your stars, I was but blind
The piercing arrow you strike, my sorrow you find
Deep within my heart, I feel you there with me, alive
In the embrace of your soul, I know I can survive
Upon witnessing you, away goes my cancer,
Now I stand, a risen king, to wait for your answer
Streak Of Light In the NightShooting star,
Look up and pray.
And beaming through the sky.
Make a wish,
Before it closes it's eyes
And forgets you all together.
Since that is the moral,
Quick and forgotten.
Just like we all will be,
Once we close our eyes.
So be fast with your choice,
Since once it comes round
Again, we shall
All be fertilizer for the
Grass to consume.
The Local Loch, August 2014 (27th), BI enter the trees.
Between the dozing leaves,
hugging canopy and soothing shade
I awe at a swan bathe.
Cruiseliner, white, pure, naked
graceful, living china.
Seven others chat by the hidden soil shore.
They see me, spread out ornamentally,
politely move away
and then fly
with curved ceramic blades
ready to pierce gravity’s oppression.
I've found Peace.
...of a blissful HeavenEver dreamed of what heaven was like?
Maybe it's a wide field of evergreen grass
surrounded by the lurking forest trees,
where all you could inhale was the damp leaves on the ground
and pines from the trees above, an intoxicating smell
that leaves you high after the rainstorm
Maybe it's in an oasis located within a desert,
however, it is not scorching ablaze,
but it's warm and you feel your skin tingling
a whole new sensation is evolving inside of you
and the warmth wraps you up in a blanket of sunshine
Or maybe it's at the peak of a mountain
where you reign over the world on your solid throne of boulders
the invisible wind is your invitation of escape
and while the slight breeze passes by
you begin to shiver with an adrenaline rush
I could be wrong and you might be right, but tell me dear, what is heaven like?
The Local Loch, August 2014 (27th)Prehistory’s iPad.
When light hit the water
a supernova dance of
scurrying dust swayed
in their amber infinite.
When the wind tapped,
the waves flapped their feathers
and spread into
a migration of curly black lines
on a child’s drawing,
choppy pattern after choppy pattern,
wave conforming to wave
into a wallpaper covering
algae, flotsam, dead bricks, dead stone,
until the irregular birds changed the flow.
Be it the duck that draped a dress
behind in a V-shaped groove,
or the pudding-plump coots
who gently honked, imprinting
flat bubbles on water.
They live in the reflection of Life.
Fringed by feathers like icy mountaintops
and dead fish bloated on pollution,
an Irn Bru bottle imitates the nature it killed.
An orange bread packet is ignored by the mallard
for the tragedy it brought to town.
It’s a flat town, a houseless town,
but still a moving community of
twig islets and breadcrumb empires.
Fringing on their utopia is us,
us standing still from dry grey pavement
Citron SunriseDimples accompany her smile,
like children opening their first birthday present
or wise women reminiscing.
Morning fog, sighing over the hills,
calling a lost friend.
Soft, unrelenting voice,
tart like lemon cheesecake,
softened by cream ravines
and crumbling mountains.
Canary wings in flight,
yellow haze seducing fireflies,
taking us away to
beginning and end.
Theme Prompt - AirIt's a study in duality
Like so many other things.
Calm, gentle, soft, kind
Feathering over my skin.
Rough, wild, sharp, angry
Destroying all in its path.
Air is all of these things
And so many, many more.
Its the pulse of my lungs,
The storm lashing my home,
The thing I need to live,
Though it slowly kills me.
To harness it takes skill,
To use it takes vision.
Take the invisible and
Make it completely tangible.
That is the basis of me,
The core of who I am.
How Smiles Were Born"How Smiles Were Born"
By: Ulrich J Edelstein
Deep underneath the crystals lies beautiful gems of starlight.
The temptations to capture them are beyond imagining.
Only few have been able to reach into the jaws of the creature to possess these magnificent stones.
Underneath the blue swirls
And the reflection of moonlight's grace,
Are the pearls of time.
They have been sprung up onto those who are fortunate.
They have been formed to create a crescent moon of happiness.
If not taken care, they grow weary and decay.
They crackle and shatter
And no one admires them any longer.
It is important for them to be handled with gentleness.
For the future can be presented by gleaming smiles.
For all to admire, for all pearls to aspire to be.
That is why it's important to smile everyday and take care of your teeth.
Evening Windwhistling wind blows in the evening
it carries on the cobalt throne
the ghosts are singing in the winds
as Banshees gather dusk’s fell dirge
life in shadow and joy in night
subdued colours feed the mind
under stars the spirit wanders
as the rain taps gently down
clouds are dancing in the heavens
bringing life and liberty
can you feel the Goddess tremble
as she sheds her sacred tears?
Wind,Gone from the grasps of reality,
Feel the grace of finality,
Never look back, only ahead,
Free, body and soul, ascend,
The flying force, maintaining your hair,
Dart to the sky, over the clouds is where,
Keep running, you will not fall,
The heart, the power within, is all,
Set beyond, run free,
White thunder, follow what you can't see,
I have no name, I have no face,
Matter it not, aim above my pace
No need to look, no need for sound,
Just feel, your destiny, found. <i>
Red Riding HoodI want to believe people so badly when they say they won’t bite
that I contemplate climbing into their smiling jaws
thinking that it might be better to be split in two than left hanging.
But always, I draw my red hood and flit back into the forest
running in the shadows of pathways, never stepping into clearings
because I’ve spent my whole life in the wilderness
and I still can’t tell the wolves from the woodsmen.
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