The sky glares at my form
                            beneath
                        ­            the
                                       stars
i let the wind ****** my hair
as he gossips away of his ex lovers, the shrubs
(although i know he loves them more)
if blackness was a song, i wish i could play it
but violins have feelings too

I am the veil of the moon
I am Light
Her darkness I hide in scratches of pen
I slither soundlessly among hives and chirps(aviaries, if you know what I mean)
But the words, oh the words
they will not let me go, they are Loud
Like the roars of a tumultuous ocean
Like the fury of a thunder struck sky
Like the silence of Love and the silence of Death
They are loud

I am the Ballad of the Bat Orchid
I am the Ballad of all things dark
And here I am to stay
Here I am to stray

As day and night would've wearily thought
Through vanilla hours of sour bright
A glimpse, each time, they catch
Of certain kinds of artistry
Only a minute, they get, to behold
Certain kinds of artistry

The gossipy wind whispers tales
Of Day and Night, the mourning pair
As she lulls the mighty world
And he gently rouses it
And Fate to swab away the flush of their cheeks
But Day and Night, they only live
For that glimpse, at break of dawn

Light is the only place where dark ceases to be

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the  world

it’s like moonlight

if it goes dark we’d see

pairs of eyes

glaring

dead.

the wind, she mutters

a soliloquy

her words burn

like ice in throat

like tongue

on papercut

fingers dipped

in green

sleep, thou nature’s dearest nurse

take over me

kiss my eyelids kiss my fears

kiss my breath

the wind, she’s cold

moon, like a brooch

smiles

from the breast of heaven

the wind, she mutters a soliloquy

she promises to take me there

with all the rest

of humanity.

among the skies a streak of light

a blade of snow, a flake of grass

a shard of glass in my breath

a shard of glass in my breath

and her pair of placid lips

her gentle eyelids, locked in embrace

let her go, but i must

let her go, i must

my lips i lay against hers

blowing in a wisp of breath

a shard of glass in my breath

a shard of glass in my breath

and as her eyelids haggardly delay

where Moonlight shyly kisses waters

my love alone, i placed

in the safest haven i know

let her go, but i have

let her go, i have

love, we shall meet

i whisper to her soul

i hustle along

my breath a shard of glass



time, it isn’t yet

but i know what is

for us to reunite

stand against but they

against my harmless bias

but alas, i have desires

and from my grieving land

with my love, i elope

they may mourn tomorrow

but why i do not grasp

when they call me creator

and she, my creation.

among the skies, a streak of light

a blade of snow, a flake of grass

a shard of glass in my breath

a shard of glass in my breath

and her pair of placid lips

her gentle eyelids, locked in embrace

let her go, but i must

let her go, i must

my lips i lay against hers

blowing in a wisp of breath

a shard if glass in my breath

a shard of glass in my breath

and as her eyelids haggardly delay

where Moonlight shyly kisses waters

my love alone, i placed

in the safest haven i know

let her go, but i have

let her go, i have

love, we shall meet

i whisper to her soul

i hustle along

my breath a shard of glass



time, it isn’t yet

but i know what is

for us to reunite

stand against but they

against my harmless bias

but alas, i have desires

and from my grieving land

with my love, i elope

they may mourn tomorrow

but why i do not grasp

when they call me creator

and she, my creation.

To a good day finale

To the reticent night that invades

O’ invader, keep me in thine dreams

O’ invader, envisage my pleas

Toast

To silent shrieks

To amnesiac reminiscence

To living dead

Find me in thine breath

Those ashen fumes

Where I board

And o’ I’ll stay

Among these shards

And cigarette smoke

Keep me in thine dreams

Keep me in thine dreams….