The Writing, Unforsaken
Tonight dawns an awakening of scriptures buried cruelly
And the rituals embraced bring solitud to all the skies
The stories now forgotten hide the answers to tomorrow
And blind are we that seek the kiss from mitigated lies
We must invoke the wisdom buried deep within our sorrow
And wield the words that glisten on the pedal of the rose
We hasten all the passion of the shadows in the moonlight
And glisten with the memories our sins begin to pose
It seems that words of poetry are often unforgiving
And so they seem to break the minds of lesser winded foes
Still melodies and rhapsodies do often leave desire
Of something intellectual that penetrates our souls
At times caresses seem to gain a potent desolation
It’s origin a dream from lovers burneded by disguise
When time is lost to passion logic bleeds into the meadow
And love, the word we desecrate, invites our sole demise
Now come the days where sunlight burns intentions of the wicked
The malice in the sheets is fated now to end in chance
Our lust is but a drop within a chalice of surrender
It seems too late to swoon the moon with nothing but a dance
Tag: dark
New poem: A Dangerous Liaison
A dangerous liaison
Her soul can sense his danger
Her heart can feel his charm
Her fingertips feel empty now
They crave his lust and harm
Her ears detect his whisper
Her neck enjoys his breath
Her aura seems to complicate
Sensations causing death
Her eyes can see his shadow
Her hands can’t grasp his fate
Her ignorance is blissful
While he destroys her gate
Her body seems to quiver
Her life is lost in silk
Somehow the thought of losing him
Brings questions from her ilk
Her time is spent in wanderlust
Her lips enticed by dreams
The ruler of her conscious mind
Is weaving all her screams
Her thirst must now be sated
Her lyrics shall be read
As the dangerous liaison greets her
In the morning, in his bed
New poem: Do I feel familiar ?
Do I feel familiar ?
Enjoy the fruit that shan’t be fed
Invoke the glance that can’t be said
Remember rings on fingers lie
Sheets stained with dreams inside our eyes
The grass is ripe with wet intent
And heaven seems to lose our scent
Our fingertips caress the line
Between the simple and divine
A drink, a touch goes on at last
And such a scar heals way too fast
It’s times like these that make men weak
When angels silence truth that speaks
The rain collides with body heat
And soon these lips of ours complete
Somehow this taste of flesh and life
Feels all too real in present time
Alas, my sweet come taste our lust
And feed your soul with fear and trust
Forgive that which does harm to you
Soon you’ll feel familiar too
New Poem: Kiss of the Stone
Kiss of the Stone
Allow me to swallow the tears of your shame
To bathe in a passion which has no name
And collect on the lust that is screaming in fame
Enticing the lips of the tamest dame
Engulf in the satin that seasons desires
And take from your nightmares the faintest of fires
Caressing the sunlight will server the sires
The moon we created now cries in her mires
Tonight we delight in the waters of green
The angst of our souls will seek out the gleam
Such filth from our fingers now carve out the seam
While we bask in the glory of a desolate dream
Now take back the whisper and give me the moan
A dainty engagement brings music alone
Come now my lovely and shackle the bone
Our story will savor the kiss of the stone
New Poem: The Girl with Purple Hair
The Girl with Purple Hair
Her soul defies benevolence
Her words betray the light
The quill afraid to conjugate
The stories of her might
Her presence seems undignified
Her memories unquenched
As whispers of her dying heart
Sit silent on the bench
Her glances now unite us
Her auras stain the sky
The people from her sins bestow
The letters of her lies
Her lips entice the hungry wolves
Her fingers crack the church
The prayers of the living
Make the dead come out and lurch
Her radiance is charming
Her sentiment is lost
When tigers from the willow tree
Begin to chase the frost
And all the stars pontificate
In these, the dreams unfair
As nothing quells the feeding
Of the girl with purple hair
New Poem: The Tear of the Jewel
The Tear of the Jewel,
The waters of the East are still
They fear the silk that seeks their thrill
It seems their oyster died today
and from the tomb, the pearl is fae
The waters, over time have feigned
Hiding murky depths in pearly names
The pearl is tainted from the lake
A lake which has a fame to shake
The pearl enticed with dreams of stars
The kind that save the fragile hearts
Lost and dazed the pearl sings lust
She whispers songs to men from dust
The pearl shines on and claims the wind
The breeze feels like a polished hymn
And when the tune breaks pearl’s lament
She cracks from sorrow’s testament
Alas it seems this pearl fades soon
from many hands enticing swoon
Despite the shine from her sweet name
She’s unaware of life’s shame game
And so we say goodbye to thee
The pearl begat by lake, not sea
For such a pearl is doomed to fade
And to never shine from moonlit shade
New Poem : A Storm of Fallen Angels
A Storm of Fallen Angels
Long ago a massacre took place
A battle for the dominion of souls
One side held dark, the Prince of Night
Against light-guardians of purity bestowed
A war it seemed, as acres flamed
And men took guard of skin in stone
The moon raged on against the lake
And soon a thirst quenched by the bone
God, it seemed, had turned her head
Her children bore her sin in shame
Despite the name the people groaned
The heavens now had lost their fame
Arrows pierced the sky of wings
and blood became a sacred creed
One by one, the angels fell
As The Prince of Dark began to feed
Eons passed and warriors lost
not but a whisper held their names
The silence of the lambs was quaint
As none were privy to moon-lit games
Below our feet a stillness wakens
A violent rumble stirs fears in halls
The wasteland seems so silent now
As memory preserves the angelic falls
New Poem: The Phoenix and the Moon
The Phoenix and the Moon
There is tale of learning long ago
Many lovers from it yearn and glow
A tale of dreams transformed to rain
As thunder rumbled names in shame
The Moon aglow bore sight of her
The winged beauty, a heart of gold
At night, her ember warmed his soul
Sleeping peacefully, her dreams he stole
A phoenix loved the nights that came
The cure she wanted, moonlight claimed
To bear witness to the flame rewrite
The path the phoenix took with fright
They say one night she gave to him
A spectacle of flames burning within
The Moon showed mercy to her at sea
And she never again drowned tears of glee
All lovers come to terms at night
The arms are holding hearts in flight
And when the sunrise warms the swoon
We remember The Phoenix and the Moon
Poem: Your Fighting Soul, Rests, in My Dreams
Your fighting Soul, Rests, in My Dreams
Allow your pores the penetrations
Do not refuse minuet sensations
Make peace, while cells begin to break
No instance now confused by fate
Enjoy your breathing, disappearing
Lowered senses taste the breeding
Rain drops soothe the scars of horns
A gentle frost is now reborn
Patience stirs within the flight
Odd footsteps break your silent fight
I sense intrusions in your head
Our song rejoices in my bed
A transformation soon will end
Historic foes rise to defend
Strange, it seems, that war ignites
1,000 strong, to face your sights
Not one has learned that beauty lies
Their reign of strength, humidifies
And yet, the ground remains dark grey
You tiny heart-beat, pulses, quakes
In a stunning, half-awoken blink
The foes at least begin to shrink
And while my eyes flutter and cry
You soul returns into my dreams
Tonight…
Poem: We Humans
We Humans
I pray the Gods rest well tonight
And that the stars behave
For tomorrow brings a whole new world
One without the Gods Domain
The Anguish of the forest stings
A power penetrates the cause
The final stage of earth is set
Our council, calculates the loss
The ocean comes to silent terms
Sweet Mother Earth is fading
All clouds join in the symphony
No more will death be waiting
We say goodbye with scented words
As Godly Auras Decimate
Surprisingly, they fail to heal
As their solutions enervate
White-blood waterfalls from celestial dreams
We bathe away the eons lost
We tread on pathways gone asunder
No human warm, only encoded with frost
We populate and bring new life
There is no worship, love or war
We humans, are armed up to the teeth
Always needing conflict, always longing for the downpour
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