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Jena T Nov 2021
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Home run
From ghost rings
To
Solar wings
Thirty-three
Infinity
Written in threes
Angels sing
Of divinity
And how we are meant to be
Of stars as far as can be seen
Dead light
For you and me
Perhaps we'll join the living
In infinity.
Jena T Nov 2021
Do you get lonely up there,
Hanging in the dark sky
All by yourself in eternal night
Perhaps you hear us
Our music and cannons
Screams and sweet whispers
Our constant breath keeping company
Though you've seen many beyond us
We're the newest toy
Hopefully we don't break too soon

Is it lonely up there or are you too close
Perhaps you're a prisoner
Tied to us
Always trying to break free
From a deadly grasp
Burning the night with your light
A cold silent scream of your distress

The maiden gets undressed
Sheathed in skin
Dedicated to you
In sin
Silver bow crossed
For the wolves have come
To run the night
Cruel and beautiful
Your light shines
A watcher and goddess of death and life
You've seen us from morning till night
Jena T Nov 2021
Dawn and dusk sit at the edges of my sight
Night sky waits when I close my eyes
Day was foreign sky
Me feet carried me across starry sands
An endless ocean of black
Weighted with the comforts of home
Gravity holding me tight
Though vacuous and cold I felt loved
As if the stars and comets knew my sound
And plants and moons greeted me as kin
Jena T Nov 2021
Flipping the ****
Break-up song followed by a pop song
Switch the static
Hear the raging machine
Screaming over society's idiosyncrasies
Minor chords tickling strings of how we're numb
Classic love with the brass fading just right
Keep turning
Someone's writing philosophically
A lyrical potion with a catchy beat
Doesn't that chorus sound nice?
Flipping static
Searching for the sound to match inside
At the edge wondering if you can still feel pain,
Or feeling free to live and let die
Throw in something for the ride
Smoking cigarettes like it's the last run
Stuck in the static
This is all just a replay.
Jena T Oct 2021
Who has seen
The midnight hour
Filled with hope
Of dying day and birth anew
Scarlet tags hanging
Upon the changing hour
Of all coming and going
With baited breath
The clock chimes true
Lost for all who blinked
Death is in bloom
A new day
Born in darkness and quiet
Stilling hearts with a whisper
Sleep and all will come true.
Jena T Oct 2021
If the dead answered our calls
Would they tell us all they knew?

Wisdom of all those before we came
Would they reach out from graves
Or some nether place as the poets say,
To tell us the secrets of today and yesterday?

If the dead spoke
Would it be like a parent comforting a child?
Or a haunting cold of nightmarish souls?

Heaven and hell
Our daily landscapes
Dead speaking each and every day
Whispers in our bones
And shadows at the edge of our gaze

Perhaps this soul already came
And I'm speaking of yesterday.
Jena T Oct 2021
Midnight
Her solemn gaze,
Fade into black with hints of cold light
Her echoed name,
Ghostly foggy breeze
Her sweet lullaby,
Thrice times the raven calls
Her wisest words,
Winters harshest night,
Her gentle kiss,
Little one
Your laugh is the brightest day,
Youth's grace,
Your smile is full of ease,
Dear,
Your tears raise life from barren seeds,
Lady,
You're heart bleeds life into dying days,
Aged and grey,
Your eyes don't hold back
O' moon up high
Hear the chant
Born to death and life
Endless cycles
A daughter's craven namesake.
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