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tonight, breeze
of rose,

tide, sweet
river brightened,
falling into the dark,

our love, the
breeze's ghost,
running from
the sun that
slipped away,

leaves in
flight on the
trees, tireless
and wordless,
murmuring
of summer
dreams and
crazy love,

high tide,
the sea's breath
lowering
the sky,
silver cloud
and moon-onyx,

our love,
tonight,
where the night is....

where the night is
a sweetened breeze,

where the night is
the dark, daring
us to go on,

to wait forever....
for the silvery
whispers of the
night to
sigh
for love.
 Apr 2017 ally maková
ryn
Cacophony
 Apr 2017 ally maková
ryn
Kiss me asleep
with your obsidian lips.

Protect my ears
from the cacophony nights would bring.

Fill the void
between heartbeats that skip.

Take me into the lull,
and into the siren song that you sing.
 Apr 2017 ally maková
shåi
a poet
acts as a mirror,
an instrument
to cast
a translucent reflection
not one's own sentiment
but upon
the kaleidosopic realities
of the world

(b.d.s.)
be the light you want to see...
Every single one of them is a pure heart. Which I find one of the very richest of the rich pleasures, that friendship can provide.
//i wouldn't use pleasures. its just i believe in so called 'first write' or 'honest write' when it comes to this type of 'poem'. To keep it really honest. Pure heart is a term, very dear to me.
Maybe I'am just the watcher
but you are still my
doom
watching your curves in motion
brings my heart from mere floor to
room.

*i am always amazed how inspiring, fulfilling, lively and redolent.. can be the atmosphere around women
 Mar 2017 ally maková
aar505n
I will hear the Swan's song soon.
Pale, as the moon shines.
A fading shade and then gone.

My feathers will become fossils.
My bones will become relics.
My memory will become heirlooms to be pass down.

What more could I desire to leave behind?
When this fire goes out, do not doubt.
The ashes shall preserve my bittersweet leftovers

Standing as a haunting reminder to all
More ghostly than any ghost
That I shall survive for as long as there are those who remember

And that is it.
Remember me as I fade into the darkness
 Mar 2017 ally maková
aar505n
Come a little closer, Love
There is something I want you to see
You can be the melody

Come a little closer, Lust
There is something I need you to be
You are the rhythm

So that I am the harmony
Between the soothing melody on top
And the hidden rhythm beneath

Love and Lust entwined just once
For one song, one dance
So trust in this chance

Come a little closer, now
There is something we need to do.
Let's us dance now while the music still plays
To look for evil is not always easy. It does not always come the way you might think. The horrors of war and terror are sometimes masked and obscured. To come face to face with the darkest side of a person is to know what true evil is, but the greatest skill of evil is deception. To live the lie so well that you do not recognize it until it is too late.
I stayed away from fire
i watched my brothers burn
I waited in the trees
until it was my turn
Success is often yearned
the opposite of failure
Eating at each other
to see which ones are braver
Never did i cater
to devils on my spine
they crawl upon my back
Attempt to touch my mind
divine ;
I clawed my way to see you all the time
love is not for me adjacency to lust is blind
Clinging to the one who made me feel like she was mine
expectations high only to die inside confined ;
You wanted something greater
you swore that things were pure  
Instead she stabbed your back ;
then showed you to the door..
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