#elysian
Naysayers are bystanders
meant to only see the clouds thicken as you climb
and to only smell the dust of your triumphs.
Haters are takers
of your brilliant shine
and elysian decent
You are delightfully masterful!
and in some small way... you are Godly!
Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 3:14 AM UTC
Drink from Paradise's pools,
be cleansed and feel glorious
joy.
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 10:24 AM UTC
metallic clouds lay
immersed in galactic smoke
veiling other worlds
with golden stardust
that is etched in our bodies
laced into our breath
and showers the soil
as fine powdery ashes
sinking to the core
Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 4:00 AM UTC
In the darkness I lay,
crossing the threshold bathed in dreams,
I enter the moonless midnight of my mind
Drifting in a sea of melancholy,
its Elysian depths filled with
sublime words beyond black and white.
The meraki tides wash me unto a twilight shore
where a forest of eternal autumn stands.
Deep, dark, and lovely.
Inside, a strange world I must venture,
finding places once forgotten
and seeking secrets hidden within shadows.
The cracks and spiderweb shatters
within my being, fan out like a map.
A guide for the wanderlust;
the essence trapped within my veins.
Upon a soft breeze
carries the whispers of my soul.
Rustling my heartstrings
like wind through chimes and into my bones.
Keeping at bay the demons that lurk
and the ghosts that haunt.
Wandering through these dark woods,
set ablaze, I roam through that ethereal chaos.
Upon that place I stand.
My Midnight Soul.
Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 6:20 PM UTC
**You are my
Ensorcelled Elysium,
You are my
Eden Dream.
You cascade
Upon my Dreamscape,
Enshrine my slumber in
A flowered gale of aromatic petals
That envelop me, beckon me
To herald the rebirth
Of Days of Yore.
You vein
The Glistening Glade of Memories
With your
Brooks of Aqueous Emerald.
Tis' the
Phantasmagoric Plane
Where still
My wayworn spirit wanders, wearily
In search of the magic
To enfetter
The Hands of Fate
(For they conspire against us).
Swifter than your descent
Into my soul
(Five seconds still and flat)
By
The nexus of your affections,
You evanesced
Like vapor,
Yet
I shall not concede to
The Malevolent Matriarch of Destiny.
For you
O, Breath of Life,
Forsook me not
So I sublime all stains
Tarnishing my flesh
By cries to The Ethereal.
At midday
Awaiting the Twilight
I long for
The birth of The Womb of Aether’s
Progeny,
Starlit winds.
I muse
Swimmingly in Seas of Reminiscence,
Banished from that Blackened Bastion
Of Shadowed Heavens,
For when darkness shrouds
My dreams can be seen
Draping the skies.
I then fathom,
You must not be far off,
Wishing,
Hoping,
Believing
That perhaps
You too
Wonder upon stars
Longing to find that one
That entwines us anew.
You shall alight,
Upon me once more
As
August Sun’s Nimbus
(If only for a moment)
Is thwarted
By
Ebony Miasma
That drenches Cimmerian skies.
In search
Of Ardor’s Light abiding in
The Sylvan Shrine of Your Numinous Eyes
I plead that
The Crag oppress
The Coals of Tribulation,
Until my anguish is
A Diamond Heart.
The pilgrimage
I must bear,
Must be traveled by
The Adamantine alone.
Where have you gone,
Tree of Life?
Why have you withered,
Yggdrasil?
Do I possess
The Eradia of Souls,
By which you shall
Effloresce?
I would halt the cogs of time,
Relinquish my liberty,
To slumber for eternity
In crystal stasis
By your side.
Even in that crystalline quietude,
I would be eminent,
I would be exalted,
I would be ennobled,
In the knowingness that
Your
Stalwart Heart
Radiates
Just beside me.
I exhale Empyrean Winds
When rapt in reverie,
Yearning to be
Captive to your devotion,
Yours alone.
The Bliss of Your Most Holy Kiss
Would signet me
With the
Bounty of Your Name
Burnishing the skin
On my lips.
Though ephemeral,
Your presence divined,
Your presence
Was my anointing.
To be solaced
By the astral resonance emitted
By your touch
Sent the
Pulse of Nirvana
Surging, rippling,
Like a kaleidoscope tide,
Down my spine
You are
The Waters of Vitality
That floweth from
The Creeks of Eden,
You have been
Poured upon my palate
From the
Goblet of Redemption
That I may drinketh
Of
Supernal immortality.
When once again we meet,
Perhaps the tears you summoned
From my spirit
By your
Stirring caress
Shall have absolved me
Of the pangs
In loving a man
(And man alone).
Perhaps then,
The sentiments
I pine to profess,
Will resound.
A melody
Sung in legato,
A mellifluous melisma,
Flawlessly delineated
And
Intonation in deiform
Or perhaps,
Flowering fioritura
Lacing airwaves,
By the Empress Coloratura.
Perhaps then, piety
Betwixt you and I,
Will waft the air
And I might then,
Permit my quaking body
To succumb to
You alone.
Until that morn,
I shall be vigilant,
Counting the Dawns,
Counting the Twilights,
Until
I can gaze
Into your forested eyes
If even for but a moment.
For even but a moment
Spent with you,
Will bleed a nostalgia
Across my mind's sky,
Painting clouds crimson with passion,
And
That I shall revere,
And
That shall last
And last
And,
Last… And
Last.
O, it will last,
To Elysian Infinity.
∞
I am a vestige,
But I shall live once more,
In the light of memories
That blossom, are perennial,
And imbibe the dazed glory of the past
Until the past is vanquished
By a future that is fragrant
With the mist of romance
And eclipses the simulacrum,
A fictitious sun of the infernal masquerade,
The antithesis of the truest holy,
Then, rapture of life shall mystify no longer,
For the Numen of Truth,
Shall cleanse creation without a drop of façade,
His Providence shall emancipate the hollow,
The Death of Dreams shall writhe
In everlasting abeyance,
Absolving our wayward spirits,
The Winds of Change,
The Scourge of Pain,
And
The Loveless Wraiths
That haunted our husks
Shall be transcended for aeons,
And tribulation made distant, made nebulous
As the Genesis of Time and Space itself
For we embark on an exodus,
Beseeching salvation to redeem us
When the Requiem of Iniquity
Is triumphed by everlasting cadence.
Be Valiant,
Be Sapient,
Be Love
And
By this
You shall conquer the world
∞**
Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 12:22 PM UTC