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I ache to feel that embrace.
The one where your whole being feels understood.
Where you can watch as the world washes away.

I'm just getting to know you.
The feel of your fingertips so foreign,
the smile you put on so sweet.

I think of you in the smallest of things.
Elegant words, rainy windows, clouded skies.

The only way I can describe it is,
that I'm curious for you.
This is a story of a family
who despite the world's ways,
were able to stay good people
till their very last days

although she sits upright
she is slipping away,
she can smile and laugh
but everything still hurts
at the end of the day,

she has been bound to
what seems like iron anchors
for most of her life,
first being obedient to
older tyrant brothers
and then being shaped
into an enduring good wife,

she works and twirls the children
balancing both jobs at bay,
attempts to knock sense into a man
who sometimes can't hear what she says,

but that man is also good
and honest, hard working and strong
although age always grows weary of time
so his strength is soon to be gone,

some things he doesn't get
other times he wishes
he could turn back time,
not so that he wouldn't meet her
but so that he could
build for his children
much better lives,

and the children sit there
one being turned into monster
the other not knowing what to do,
just knowing that she wants to be a good person
just wanting to reveal the truth,

to scream out to the world
ask who the hell made it so cruel
why for some, living is for granted
while for others it's a daily gruel,

I'll take care of them
as the world is my witness,
we are good souls
so wash away our human sins
and grant us with forgiveness

for the universe will drag on
and everything will change,
but only once in the lifetime
of a billion suns
will you find us.
 Jan 2017 Mysidian Bard
Inkveined
Ego
We should be fighting side by side

But we've both got too much pride
 Jan 2017 Mysidian Bard
JR Rhine
All hail the Lizard King,
whose esoteric words crawl like sirens
over hungry rocks
baring teeth to the hypnotized sailor
steering his ship into the jagged maw.

All hail the Lizard King,
perched upon his Dionysian throne,
ambrosial ecstasies fill his cup
while jongleurs dance to psychedelic chansons.

At his feet
prey the nubile maidens of yore
flower-eyed and pearly-teethed.

His eyes, mighty azure pools of madness
within which Byzantine kings were murdered--
blood darts through the mysterious waters
into the hysterical white void.

Alexander the Great
sits poised like a statue
where his libido crouches like a panther
'til the aural adonis
leaps from his confines
an amorous figure of tantalizing flesh and blood
with supple lips pouting, naked muscles taut,
mad eyes gleaming.

All hail the Lizard King,
from lush lips poetic decrees
sing forth into the endless night
penetrating taverns and bedrooms and radios
and stadiums.

The electric shaman leaps from his throne
to cast his wicked incantation,
a spark from his eyes shoots to the pyre
where a lustful blue flame erupts from
the bones of the prophets.

HIs voice soothing, haunting,
the sonic alchemist
sings his siren song into the cataclysm
where we are cast in abeyance--

We follow him,
but is he only leading us deeper
into the darkness,
or does he truly see the light?

The endless night.

All hail the Lizard King.
 Jan 2017 Mysidian Bard
JR Rhine
Dawn broke across her face
in bars of golden light
sifting through the blinds.
 Jan 2017 Mysidian Bard
JR Rhine
Art does its best
to translate
the groans of the soul.

Though well versed,
it is not art's native tongue,

and even vocables
are but a semblance
of profound yearning, ecstasy,
illumination.
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