sirene - Hello Poetry

Chills abound enliven the skin The quiet is pervasive Yet you still listen Mist of your breath Reaffirms existence The placidity of warmth Is yielding to friable ornaments underfoot How is it that the smell of the impending decay Is so intoxicating?

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Oct 19, 2015

Oct 19, 2015 at 11:44 AM UTC

sirene

Reception of Volos

Chills abound enliven the skin The quiet is pervasive Yet you still listen Mist of your breath Reaffirms existence The placidity of warmth Is yielding to friable ornaments underfoot How is it that the smell of the impending decay Is so intoxicating?

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These days it seems everyone is striving to be weirder than the next. Conformity is boring. Why not just start walking without asking for directions? You are gathered chemicals, Wriggling and tearing through quantum space. Coincidence is fated upon by each of those steps you take. Careful when you look the other way As you learn to trust your sight Don't fear that darkness, it is only a perception of light.

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Mar 23, 2015

Mar 23, 2015 at 8:23 PM UTC

sirene

Observations from a Park Bench

These days it seems everyone is striving to be weirder than the next. Conformity is boring. Why not just start walking without asking for directions? You are gathered chemicals, Wriggling and tearing through quantum space. Coincidence is fated upon by each of those steps you take. Careful when you look the other way As you learn to trust your sight Don't fear that darkness, it is only a perception of light.

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Forever whispered in depth it arises between the meaning on the horizon I catch a glimpse of history and fate within a breath and heaven's gate For which it denies the spirit that is alive inside the mind between the eyes mastery within another with limitless bounds it dances it sings alive in hollowed ground Can not wait, can not take, another sigh, another taste Within these walls I feel the scream aching breathing eternity and so mote it be that with each breath it takes It cannot deliver, the promise it cannot make. So nature will take what is rightfully hers, no longer asking to confer with the dancer on the river of the moon. Will the stone ever speak of me? Of dreams, of life, of possibilities? Will it convey my song, my smile, my dance, my style? Will it whisper, will it scream? Will it stay silent, no truth gleaned? Brother and brother, lover and lover, creating another, over and over its haunted dreams of fate exist within every take. Can not be, let it go, let another reap and sow. Blazing alive in eternity's sigh so that it may peacefully lie within the reach of the Oneiroi's sleep. So nature will take what is rightfully hers, no longer asking to confer with the dancer on the river of the moon.

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Mar 21, 2015

Mar 21, 2015 at 9:43 PM UTC

sirene

Dancer on the River of the Moon

Forever whispered in depth it arises between the meaning on the horizon I catch a glimpse of history and fate within a breath and heaven's gate For which it denies the spirit that is alive inside the mind between the eyes mastery within another with limitless bounds it dances it sings alive in hollowed ground Can not wait, can not take, another sigh, another taste Within these walls I feel the scream aching breathing eternity and so mote it be that with each breath it takes It cannot deliver, the promise it cannot make. So nature will take what is rightfully hers, no longer asking to confer with the dancer on the river of the moon. Will the stone ever speak of me? Of dreams, of life, of possibilities? Will it convey my song, my smile, my dance, my style? Will it whisper, will it scream? Will it stay silent, no truth gleaned? Brother and brother, lover and lover, creating another, over and over its haunted dreams of fate exist within every take. Can not be, let it go, let another reap and sow. Blazing alive in eternity's sigh so that it may peacefully lie within the reach of the Oneiroi's sleep. So nature will take what is rightfully hers, no longer asking to confer with the dancer on the river of the moon.

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