#lure
Heaven allures us,
a scent of higher honey --
draws us to full height.
Dec 11, 2024
Dec 11, 2024 at 4:28 AM UTC
•°• A Twisted Classic •°•
Here is the church
Here is the steeple
Open the door
And see all the evil
...see all the people,
stranded in a free fall,
falling for the lure of lore,
but there's nothing at all...
©2024
Mar 14, 2024
Mar 14, 2024 at 7:04 PM UTC
There's still a part of you that lingers in me; a myth I haunt and the ghost of every story I make.
The traces of my brokenness
are the lure of lullabies
As I am chasing shadows on the crowd
they're coming after you under the moonlight.
What was the best thing for being a sunshine if you are a star that night can only have?
Aug 4, 2021
Aug 4, 2021 at 8:40 AM UTC
Here is just another thought
Going down the stream,
Just another thought.
Leaking from a tap
With the label "purity"
Just another trap
The obsessive mind gullibly bites the lure,
Obscured by clouds connections,
Concealing the large picture.
How every blast creates a reaction!
Panic attacks to draw the attention.
Where’s the crack in the grand ***** wall,
So we can strike down the reservoir?
Diverting the river that must belong to all
Before our eyes - wider worlds shrinking small;
Cradled by the uniformity of lies that appease,
Those grazing in the dunes still tarry at ease.
It’s no wonder!
Insecurity has grown into a most lucrative market
As danger becomes the currency on which to place the bet;
Release the flow from the control that profits hold fast,
Question the junk food that's become the pasture of our mass.
Continuous diversions
Feeding everyone’s greed
Fulfilling false concerns -
So easily believed!
How every blast creates a reaction!
Panic attacks to draw the attention.
Will the facts in knowledge’s downfall
Let us unshackle the repertoire?
Mar 28, 2021
Mar 28, 2021 at 3:49 PM UTC
Lure me in
With a melody of trust
But bury me deep
Under the dust
Hold out your heart
But tear mine apart
Leave me alone
After the love you have shown
Sep 5, 2020
Sep 5, 2020 at 5:29 PM UTC
the sheep keep
from freezing by
huddling near
the hollow trees
the trees so hollow
they howl at the moon
as wind passes through
-
by Aleksander Mielnikow | Alek the Poet
Dec 24, 2019
Dec 24, 2019 at 2:48 PM UTC
most nights
you decant into my head wounds
you suggest my makeup
orchestrate my being
and sometimes
for fun
prank me with ridiculous ideas
that inspire some absurd social pratfall
lure
you make me warm and sure of myself
struck and sense numbed
but
floss in the memory
tide
i am a Diving Suit
but in misuse
i am a suit
the pressure
the deep ocean
filled from the inside
cold
darkness
and nutrients
but
i am filled from the inside
pipette
you tap drops
into special valves
along the sides of the aquarium helmet
you decorate my inner-scape
with harvesting monsters
and phosphorescence
you deteriorate the textile of my sadness
a thorough jettison
lull
via your Vegas
your adolescence
i follow your string of lights
deep sea
skiving mortality
embracing your malady
with no ill effects ?
sink deeper still
i am leadened
to your charge
and plumb to your will
deeper
Nov 18, 2019
Nov 18, 2019 at 8:20 PM UTC
You're my perception,
a hallucination
and I'm a lewd subconscious
the subconscious in which lurks our infatuation.
You're like death
the death that lures me in,
the death that gives me hope.
Aug 8, 2019
Aug 8, 2019 at 7:01 AM UTC
My RIGHTEOUSNESS, like filthy rags,
weighed heavily on my mind;
I BID my Lord to take the weight,
for I knew He would in time.
~
A quiet KNOCK on my heart's door,
I answered it right away;
T'was my Jesus, standing there,
in His SANCTIFICATION ways.
JUSTIFICATION He brought to me,
the moment I opened the door;
Satan would BUFFET me each day,
when Jesus became my Lord.
~
When Satan threw his NET out,
trying to LURE me in;
His plan, it failed quite miserably,
this QUACK, who was nothing but sin.
~
My Jesus, He gave me a hug,
it showed His love and CARE;
I knew He would never leave me,
for my God is just and fair.
Apr 26, 2019
Apr 26, 2019 at 12:58 PM UTC
I am
just a
little lure
in the universe's
tackle box
If it
chooses
to get me stuck
on some rock
underwater
and leave
me there,
then so
be it
.
Apr 26, 2019
Apr 26, 2019 at 9:44 AM UTC
mourning echo of despair,
I am alive but not in vain,
your hopeless touch of deaths of joy,
your wealth of thought, your tempting lure,
I am but graciousness and pain,
this is a wealth of deaths upon a death,
a purple substance of the paralysed veins,
a storm of flames up in the luring infinite,
the face of sacred, the embedded truth,
a love of demons and despair,
suffocated in the fragrance rain,
deep in the breath of time’s sexuality,
a murdered youth in luxury,
a hopeless, faint, exquisite memory,
the burning oceans in the pure dark,
the touch of lust, hypnotic mystery,
a breath so freezing on the mind,
the death’s alive and kills and reigns.
Mar 30, 2019
Mar 30, 2019 at 5:01 AM UTC
a targetable
liar lured
her church
with cunning
that it
mixed fashion
as salsa
as she
danced while
her culprit
was hers
and swayed
in the
belfry but
a mare
of thorn
in reality
Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 10:14 AM UTC
I'm an image in your head
flickering lights, yellow and gold
I'm the idea you once had
a dream's promise you hold
I'm a burning desire
not only in flesh but in mind
one you admire
the most tender of its kind
If you make me real
there will surely be
things of lesser appeal
no longer a vision but an actual me
But if you're bold enough to take it all
the harsh and the pure
I'd make sure to go easy on you and to fall
For the most simplest lure
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 8:50 AM UTC
congratulations on this special day
remembering the gain of freedom
from unjust monarchy
after hard struggles for democracy
and universal human rights
today we also need to be aware
of new dependencies and tyrannies
that have since come among us quietly
and with deceptive lures of easy lives and riches
of glamor reputation millions of virtual followers
& other such amenities in our age
try to persuade us that these are the only worthy goals in life
the most decisive loss of independence
is when we do no longer feel its absence
and happily embrace the bars of our golden cage
Jul 4, 2018
Jul 4, 2018 at 5:29 AM UTC
Her nostril bled a blood bright red
Though no one was there to hit her head
The magic loomed luring ladies into traps trivial that happen so fast
It drew her close with a cutting corrosive blast
Essence emanating, evaporating, caressing her linen
Luscious power lulled her leaving senselessness
Pacifying pulling, a force so perfectly relentless
She fell to madness making murmurs in her mind now muddled
As she rot away rare conditions rendering her useless
She lay slowly dying singing songs spiritual sensual and subtle
May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 8:18 PM UTC
To tell you a story
I plucked the stars
Displaced the mountains
Words float with thee
Wandering mad and alive
Yet it kills me
Your distraught face
Hidden beneath a mask
Treacherous ways to lure
Mark and hunt a naive dove
Pure white Angel of love
The devil you walked
Sep 10, 2016
Sep 10, 2016 at 3:03 AM UTC
I heard her calling out to me
tried to ignore her,
begged her to set me free
but her scent, her taste
kept calling to me
I ached so
for her to just let me be
but the lure, the pull
her enticing ways
kept gnawing and eating at me
for days
and finally I gave in to her call
and drank in her aroma, her scent
tasted the essence of her elixir from hell
and I sit here now
trying to tell
which way is up--
is the room spinning (or is it me?)
I should have insisted
she let me be,
but I'm weak and her taste and lure is strong--
I should have known better--
giving into brandy
has always been wrong...
Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 11:59 PM UTC
congratulations on this special day
remembering the gain of freedom
from unjust monarchy
after hard struggles for democracy
and universal human rights
we also need to be aware
of new dependencies and tyrannies
that have since come among us quietly
and with deceptive lures of easy lives and riches
of glamor reputation millions of virtual followers
& other such amenities
try to persuade us that these are the only goals of our lives
the most decisive loss of independence
is when we do no longer feel its absence
and happily embrace the bars of our golden cage
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 3:11 PM UTC
It's pulling me
this need
this ache
this grinding
all consuming addiction
that I thought I had overcome
only to find
that it's slowly
causing me to be
quite undone.
I crawl, literally crawl
to move away
to stop myself
from trying to say
***please, just please
come back to me--
I used to hold you close
used to always have you
at my beck and call
and oh, my god,
what I would give
for just one more draw,
one more puff
a long, slow, lingering
inhale of your taste,
and yes, your scent--***
too bad I'm broke
have not a dime
cause I spent
every penny I had left
on wine and bread
you see, I truly thought
my love for you was dead--
but now that you're not available at all--
I find myself wishing I could just
answer your lingering call...
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 12:04 AM UTC
That is what poets do
They romanticize pain
They idealize the torment
There is solace in darkness
Which they craft to enlighten;
Lure with words
The forlorn is adorned
Guilt is charming
Mistakes rewarding
That part that is revolting
The best line in their poems.
That is what poets do
They embellish heartbreak
To cement the heartache
But as soon as they leave their paper
and beautiful words captivated readers
Life can no longer render
The adequate metaphor
Agony is agony;
There is no substitute for it.
Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 8:25 AM UTC
That smile from across the room
The glance that lures your heart into a one-two you didn’t know existed
Eyes the colour of the ocean but tell the story of the sea.
Sentience, your love she consumes
The fight for sovereignty is lost – she cannot be resisted.
You can no longer be free.
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 6:26 PM UTC
Frosted silver whisper
melt this shielded sore
enlighten my dormant soul
heal this stone once more
.
Reckless raw emotions
tasteless heat, empty mirrors
extinct frenzy, I dare,
dazzle me with your glare
.
Overwhelming moon
such a romantic delirium
alluring shooting stars I seek,
my voice to them wishes to speak.
.
The night lost the blues,
magic labyrinth lost the clues
royal keys were once stolen
enchanted tower got broken
.
Affectionate soul, my Amber Angel
the sharp flakes and memories
scattered they must be
through the silky roses once loved
close by our Enchanted Tree
© Christina Philipe
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 11:06 AM UTC
Bound by the worldly verity
I look up to you with woe
You comfort me at times
When friends have turned foe
My love affair with you
Isn't like the rest
Cos a night with you
Puts all else to test
Your love is pensive
Unpretentious and rich
Takes me to paradise
No questions, no hitch
And when I lose myself
You lure me again
To a dose too many
With that ignorance you feign.
I wake up in relic
In awe and in lust
I know not this world, but you
In alcohol I trust!!
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 8:42 AM UTC