rosey: Poems

1.1k · Jul 2013

rosey Jul 2013

The beautiful hum matching the soft tone of the music.
As the records spins, the world passes on.
Night and day rise to the blossom of life.
Roses sprouting the colors to the world.
Days opens up with rays of light to match the soft stroke of the key of music.
Night's low hazy light glistens the dark air with the low humming a the music.

Tunes creatures mumble tunes but to be only swallowed by the rustling wind that captures their soft spoken tune.
It flows echoing through the pure, sweet air.
Hum the tune of your beat that marches your life.
The grand dance has eloped us in journey of love and life that flows into the grande white ball room.

Dancing on the endless rotation of the black disk.
Revolving round and round.
We spin n spin hearing that same tune clash with new ones.
Melodies spin with life, the tune we love dances with us.
Embracing us as we spin endlessly on the musically sound.
We bound to listen everyday as nature blossoms and fades away.

Beats of soft strokes of the needle begin to slow the dance.
Give one last mighty twirl.
See the world of beauty and horror one last time.
Hear the tempo of the tone you danced all this way.
As you twirl, taking your last step.
Tears roll down your face with a smile gleaming on your lips as you raise your head at the world fading to a blur of light.

Pure rose petals falling on the records black disk.

Time has come where the musical tone is..

Slowing down..

Growing quieter by the moment..

Slowing fading to nothing...

The needle lifts up.
Emptiness and quietness fills the grand ballroom.
The silence was broken as It's arm with a point glides slowly over a new black plate.
A new tune is played as it lays on top of the old.
Music flows with the new and the old.
Night and day blossom to a new world and journey.
New roses are born.

As goes for the music.The records never stop rolling.
Neither does the dance of the beat of what we call life..

1.0k · Jul 2013

the quiet before the storm

rosey Jul 2013

the quiet before the storm

A thunderstorm rushes in summer making us sheltered and hide away into our barrier.
Under drumbeats from the gloomed sky, we watch streams of rivers flow beneath our feet.
As the wind began howling, I look to see the world being shaken.
Have the rain being thrown all around us, twisting and turning as the wind dances with it.
There were flashes up above us, a symphony of sound,
From the roll of thunder.

We step outside and see the whirly world.
Hearing the claps in the distance,
We raise our heads smelling the sweet new air.
Bright flickering blots shoot across the sky, making a light show for the world and I.

Raindrops came down one by one, perfect diamonds shattering to the ground.
While I hide from the storm, the world opens its arms and sings along.
Where thunderclaps and lightning burst above is a symphony from the angels.
The heavens put on a show just for the both us.

As the final heavy raindrops played the last notes of the song,
The drumbeats rolled away,
The flashing stopped,
A hush of silence crept over the world,
The sun’s warm rays peeked through the clouds,
A new cord struck a note as birds flutter their damp wings while soaring through the painted sky.
The soft decline of sound that comes after the storm.

703 · Jul 2013

Those summer days

rosey Jul 2013

Those summer days

I sit here under this shady tree.
Looking as the world passes by me..
Alone in this world.. Crying alone..
Seeing the world all by my self..

I sit as the world passes by like a painting capturing each scene..
Setting in stone in my mind...
Alone.. In this world..

A shadow has join the circle..
What an odd boy..
His bright dazzling green eyes look at my eyes with such life..

Sketchily the odd stranger speaks
"would....-would you like to play.. with me..?"
My dull eyes raise from the ground... with a slow nod.. of a yes.

Two strangers...
Two odd creatures...
Clasp hands together...
Two worlds slowly clashing together.. Melting to create one..
Creating one being... one soul..

A deep breath taken by a gust of wind.
We are here, by the shady tree.
In hand and hand, Looking at the autumn leaves blow in the breeze around us..
Those summers... we laughed and played..
Love and grew..
Time has flown...
Since those lonely days..

A new beginning has painted over the world just for us..
Cracks of light gently shine in the gaping holes of the trees colorful leaves.
Beams of light mark the shadow of the tree..

Tick. Tick... Time slowly washing away all of us...
We meet here again...
Stumbling on the hill where the grim tree lays.
So much life in such an old tree..
Those summers grow dim..
For I am to week to see the painted and sculpted world.

Our face has grown of wrinkles.
Smiling to each other..
Shaking in each other hand..
We walk under the dim blue skies...

The green leaves swirl around us as I take one last twirl...
One last step..
One last grasp of feeling..

A Weak smile grasp my lips..
I turn my head slowly.. only to see my caring husband by my side..
I whisper in a faint sweet, musk voice..
"Thank-you darling for seeing the world with me....breathe... I... I love you..."
A smile fades to a still lip..
A beat of a heart music stops..

I die... On the summer day
When our worlds intertwined..
And soon the world grows still...
Our initials carved in the crocked wood of the old shady tree..

The bless tree now old and dim..
Sits on the brown hill growing old..
Protecting our worlds..
The broken tree..
Still treasures the love we cherished all these years..
In the summer days...

604 · Jul 2013

masters game

rosey Jul 2013

masters game

use my powers in order to keep the masters game alive.
The power of manipulation,
Is the game of a puppet master.

I seen all of the worlds darkest secrets and wicked truths.
Where the light cannot even reach and no one can be saved.

I sit behind the black vile curtains shut off from the word.
As my hands glide a thousands of strings.
Clutching every string with one rushing strike to gather all.
The cold rusty metal cords slices my pure flesh of my palm and arm with trickling blood flowing like a stream covering the strings like paint.
These cuts may mark others pain,
But these represent my only way to play the game and fill me with joy.

I sit here alone, isolated....
In this tiny room,
Looking at the giant screen that lays before me.

Watching,
Hearing....
All Those screams
Crying,
laughter...
Of these Dumb fools that mock me
EVERY DAY!

These feelings of embodied spirits
Able to feel them
It me sickens me!

Wishing not to feel those sinners emotions..
But feel my own suffering and joy.

Ha!
Surely that is impossible,
Right?
Because even I know, that no one can truly feel their own emotions,
'Cause everyone is just another puppet to the masters game.

498 · Jul 2013

the loss

rosey Jul 2013

the loss

You are my light,
You are my heart,
You are my warmth, and you are everything to me.
However,
When you left to go fight, my candle of warmth, life and light was blown away from the Arctic blizzard that drug me into a cold hollow shell that hollows other's voices out,
However, the day you return,
My rainbow you once shined upon me will soon shine again....
I love thee;
I love my knight in shining armor....
Who has pledged his life to me and to his country...
Nevertheless, until the day you come home,
I will be sitting on my rocking chair swaying back and forth; I am waiting for my rainbow to shine his grace on me....

The letters you send to me is the only light to keep me alive and positive for a safe return,
But if not...
I will be rested till I face death in the eye I may follow you into heaven,
I will spread my cold ashes on your death ground and before I do that I will do the one favor I kept keeping, your voice alive in my heart is never to stop believing in you,
I will wait until death that comes to carry my soul out of my body...
I will wait even after death; I will wait in the spirit realm,
But if you die,
First, I will not cry...
I will be born your character into a beautiful rose,
The most perfect rose you may ever see,
That is what I will do if my rainbow may never come back...

492 · Jul 2013

gloom of dark

rosey Jul 2013

gloom of dark

We follow our masters.
Mimicking every move and thoughts.
Faceless, black filled blurs. Animated objects controlled by the colorful world.

No sense of our own.
We walk the path of our masters for eternity.

But master is a **** fool.
They walk so carelessly, not knowing what lies in the dark.

As they walk, we plot.
They die.
We live.

We whisper with the wind that echoes in the ears.
"Follow us and you will ssseeeee......."

Stare up and see.
Where no light can touch.
Wickedly bodies hang one by one with speckles of rope tied to rotten tree branches.

Welcome to the abyss of shadows forest.
The cowardly humans shiver in fright.
Hushed by a black ghost hand .
Muffling their screams,
As they watch the lifeless body be drag away to a dense forest.

Hurry along now master.
Try to run,
But we will always be there following behind.
Stop and turn around,
We are there.

"Now open your eyes ****** fool!" We roared!

The bodies you see.
The voices you hear.
Is just a game of the shadow we like to play!
For you to go insane.
And for us to **** our beloved master.

486 · Jul 2013

missing sight

rosey Jul 2013

missing sight

with a mere touch we can travel the world and say
"we been there"
Even though we haven't.
What is truth when its enter twined with lies?
Whats reality from digital?
When you look into the mirror, do you see the truth that you are seeking for?
Or is it a face being hidden behind a mask?
What do your eyes see?
A glow a light that comes from a screen.
Can you walk outside and feel the flow of the world?
Remove the blind fold from your eyes.
Come take my hand, don't be be scared. Leave the world you know.
Step off the cold stone path that you walked for so many years now.
Jump off and land on a ground that is filled with life, which has been truly hidden from most of the world.
You now see the truth, the peaceful flow of the new world.
Are you afraid to go back to your cold world?
Can you save the others, with a pure touch with your heart and not through a screen?
Can you show them the sight that has been forgotten?

445 · Jul 2013

a dying goodbye

rosey Jul 2013

a dying goodbye

The good moments will always be in my my soul.
The times we spent will always will go on with me.
The tears that I cried will always stain my face.
I know you will leave me for another,
and I will be a fool to follow you.
Your eyes look at another,
But i still look at you.
To see you move on,
Getting further away.
The distance growing more.
With your back turned against me.
I try not to follow,
But I still do,
And fall and crumble down all again,
When i see the sight of you.
You wave goodbye to me.
Tears streaming down my face in the inside.
Smiling on the outside,
just for you,
Because i don't want you too see how much i am suffering
alone in the dark.
Its hard to say goodbye,
But I know i will always love you.
And never get over the fact
That you are truly gone.

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