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Clindballe Jul 2014
The moon shines bright lighting up the world. It's glorious light brings eyes to look up and admire. The dark sky and the shinning moon brings harmony to the night as chaos reigns.
Written: July 12. - 2014
mark john junor Jul 2014
she lay wreathed only in sunlights warm glow
loose strands of her long red straight hair flowed
like bountiful silken ribbons
of silent beauty's fire

i brushed one strand from the
velvety skin of her shoulder
and there softly laid a single lingering kiss
tasting her elegant beauty with my lips
ever so quiet ever so soft
she murmured a lustful smile

she is that faster than light butterfly
spinning in the hot winds of timeless dreams
a dutchess of the grand
a pauper of the sublime
regal in her reflections

their sweeter wines succumbing to the autumn celebrations
the girls in silken white dress
the boys in trimmed black cuffs
they all stand back bowing heads in humble submission
when on the cusp of a light whim she wanders through
the gathered and waiting apostles of beauties delight

dutchess of the grand
pauper of the sublime
regal in all her reflections like a warm jewel
at the center of all things pretty
at the epicenter of all things envied
the precise defining of the better universe at her fingertips

the dream murmured was just the soft stirrings
of her restless soul as she dreamt that all could be hers
if she would only reach for my hand
take the chance
dutchess of grand
pauper of the sublime
she murmured a lustful smile
(As she woke, opening the saltwater jewels of her eyes said to me...)
final poem in the series
Katzenberg Jul 2014
Liquid fears, fears that are strangled,
strangled beneath my feet.
Will be there another chance to live?
Will be mine someday?  ~That dream that unfolds like Time itself...

Take my lips, and let them dry in the wind,
Leave me standing in this vault full of demons,
Write my sentence about your shade and absence,
****** that vision of another realm!  ~A dream that sleeps inside of me.

Can you save me?
Can you speak to my shadow, and kiss?
Will you be my chariot of salvation?
Will you release me from this dream? ~*A dream that fastens another dream.
Allison Jun 2014
This is not a love story.
I took him and used him.
I had won a trophy, I was in glory.
His future with me was dim.
This is not a love story.

He is like a fly,
always following me.
I tried stabbing his eye,
But somehow he can still see.
He is like a fly.

He has finally disappeared.
I can finally breathe.
The coast has cleared.
You are now beneath.
He has finally disappeared.
Sasha Ranganath Jun 2014
Inside her live the demons
Blood-******* demons.
Forcing life out of her
Sending agony throughout.
She lies awake at night
As the occupants devour
Her glory and gore.
But soon they will be gone
When there's nothing left to feed on.
The beauty perished by the beast
Will be the scavenger's feast.
Nielsen Mooken Jun 2014
Glorious wanderers on Death's celadon globe
Stride- in sombre ceilidh- the arsenic haar,
Mantle of Dis' harrowing of derelicts.
Feral shadows stroking the hollow strath
With crimson paces aloft Acheron's shores,
The Erinyes, in macabre cavalcades
Walk the land, bereft, forever of aubades
Nielsen Mooken Jun 2014
Were I a companion, in playful heart
To thy aery errands, carried there
As a dead leaf, by the spirits of the wind.
That this rocky cleft, and its blue dress of dew
May tell my senses a murmur, a tale
That faith in wonderous things may faint,
And unravel what belief dares not paint.
MaryJane Doe Jun 2014
Cascades of hearts
Entangle these walls
In the early mourning
Their glory calls.

Scarlet red trumpets
That play to the sun.
Singing somber music
Till the mourning is done

They've over grown
My bleeding heart
Destined to die
From the very start

Once surrounded
By forget me knots
But the glory overgrew
And I guess I forgot.

Laid to rest
In a desolate hole
Bleeding heart roots,
My lonely soul

Cascades of hearts
Entangle these walls
In the early mournings
I sing with their calls
Luna Lynn May 2014
Longing to be in Your Presence
aching to be in Your light
for when You suffered
for when You died
You saved my life
You paid the ultimate price
and as I fall upon my knees
unworthy of Your grace and glory
The love of God is placed before me
and you kiss my eyes
and I am born again
I am forgiven
And my God be to glory
I am saved from sin
(C) Maxwell 2014
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