mystiquewizzard
A brother, a friend, a lover of kindness and respect. I´m a believer of Universal Love and a supporter of Nature. I write with passion; my writes are always aimed at enlightening. I like all kinds of styles, but my preferred type is Fantasy-Philosophy. My motto : Love is the only answer. I´m spiritual not religious. Creator is my source of inspiration as well as the love I feel for all humankind...
fallen,
like rivulets of wind pluck autumn leaves
and carpet the ground
they'll be revered for a fleeting instance
and become forlorn,
despite their regal golden-cerise mantle
so have my feelings been regarded,
gone berserk and drowned
frothing on their agape mouth
I curse ego's starvation for human love,
when my spirit pleas for detachment-
I bend my knees with shame
for plunging into ocean of emotions,
those that sprint skin deep
with pragmatism blindfolded
I want no lectures on fate
for I've seen its countenance's smirk,
yet I have bowed like a silent monk
and in this coarse parody
of Hermes' loss of wings,
I precipitate down the abyss
feathers melted down
by the selfsame sun I adore-
but I fall with my heart overflowing with love,
and though deep inside it mourns
in soundlessness,
I embrace its bitter tang with stoicism
then I gently close my eyes and whisper:
“I will always love you,
even with your about-face demeanor
wearing garments
of a million queens…”
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 3:21 PM UTC
As he blows her in the direction of the sun
she hopes he will return with her love
as she picks up a amber red light
holding the stern with thorns in place
what she fears the most is the deadliest of all
no love to bring to her bow,
he is the reason she is most happy
every single night ...
Ever in the darkest hours
the days turn to brightest
with the loveliness of flowers
finding out its not real
the primal heat, a lover revealed
something she can touch, see and feel
marked by the moon, of the yellowish nights
with scared scares, with a veil of shadows
that only comes when she is alone
Oh wow, here comes the direction of the sun ...
Debbie Brooks 2014
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 12:49 AM UTC
there's a sense of peace
that wends its way through
the folds of my diastoles
elicited by the dreamy murmurs
of your voice when it sings my name
and I cling to that lullaby like
marsupial infant
till our souls stand melded
in adoration's fire…
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 9:14 PM UTC
crimsons from the runaway sundown
were an open **** on the sea surface
skyline's throat ingested the fireball
whole without mastication
her fingers played hide and seek
while her unbidden tears
matched the hues of the rippling waters
and staccato sad moans lingered like dirge
above the melody of the distant surf…
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 12:47 PM UTC