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Andy Cave Jun 2012
As the sun does rise your life begins.
As you grow older it slowly decends,
and when it sets, your life does end.
Eureka Merton Dec 2017
No thought can grasp this
ocean we enter
in Holy embrace
together.

This Placeless place
echoes a memory,
unseen here, only Love
carried in waves of light.

Fingers soft as petals of Lilly
lifting into infinity, touching gently,
with the delicacy of a Lover
bound by Heart to the Beloved.

In Reverence you reach
to meet the unseen song of no-thing
as the One Heart opens, revealing
fragrance mimicing the fields of Heavens on High.

Sharing the feast of Heart
boundless, awake
waves of intoxicated bliss opening This
as He decends upon, as your lips.

Dancing under moonlight
no eyes can see
delighting in poem
no words can speak.

The ocean sings of Silence
to the ship longing for shore
washing away all sense
of "two", all need for "more".

We, ever becoming
take off on a star heading for Truth
and leave the sleeping and waking
to the dreamers.

The Lover's destiny
is the union Absolute,
following the inevitable, miraculous
disappearance of the universe.

Ocean and waves voyaged in Mind
become worldless Void
You and I,
Boundless, Unborn Love
Traveling the cosmic sea
Two become One
Lover and Beloved
Unborn love
gray rain Apr 2016
Say goodnight to your friends
when your day ends
and as your eyelid decends
txr Aug 2014
Stars so shiney and bright
Her eyes are beyond compare
The darkness of the night
Her long silky black hair

The whiteness of the moon
Is her pearly white smile
And the soundless night tune
Was her tone for a while

The slight ocean breeze
And the waves that break
Into my heart with eeze
She made no mistake

Darkness all the way
Stars as far as the eye can see
On the beach we lay
Just her and just me

But as the sun lights the sea
And all the darkness decends
We were no longer to be
*My perfect night sky ends
Amanda Araujo Oct 2014
Rage is an eternal fire,
In the shadow of the night,
Rage whispers in my ear,
It sits and tells me all my enemies fears.

It's evil grin,
And askew mind,
It looks me in the eye,
And increases the darkness in my mind.

Rage leaves me aghast of the violent lashes I now have,
Rage acts with the mind of all sins,
When feeling disconsolate and empty,
Rage comes and takes it all away.

Rage is red haze,
It has no contrition,
When the sharp sword of rage goes down,
A blood-filled rain decends.

Rage is the army that surrounds my pain-filled mind,
And I am the commander!
David Watt Aug 2011
In a cavernous world devoid of light,
left dark and dead by a higher might,
There is no hope no pleasure no will to fight.
Not since god drove the world into a dying blight.

Her perfection rouses all from slumber,
Tearing through like holy thunder.
in awe they stare lost and dazed,
everyone intent and desparately amazed.

Celestine with her divine wings,
Decends on high and loves and sings.
Waking all to the chance of life,
Breaking darkness like a wrenching knife.

"Look upon me world of shame,
And feel my radiance like a hearths warm flame,
A mother whose patience will not succumb,
To those who are blind deaf mute and dumb.
Care not for those who turn their attention,
Who torments ruins and pretends affection.
Give your prayers to one that will listen,
And shine on you with love that Glistens."

We hear, we feel, we want and need!
All of which you've made us heed,
We give you prayers and fear no silence,
For with you comes love and eternal angelic guidance.

,
Ghost
Act l
“ The sparrows came
for in their thousands they called ,
In flocks weaving and falling in thick blackened skies
did they fall
they followed me everywhere.”

Woman
“ If I had not been so bold
If I had shed tears and wept at you’re feet ,
If in sorrow I looked into you’re eyes with a heavy heart ,
Spat out what I Could not eat,
It’s seeds formed good out of evil could we not start again ?

If If If we were still friends ?
Now the rains fall on me and darkness decends now
In arragance i seek you for in love I am blind ,
in carnal thoughts love is not kind .

My lover has fled and now eats the  beasts of the field ,
and I am alone in my sorrow ,
with nothing I yeald ,

the sparrows are coming in their thousands array ,
and it’s them I look for at the eve of the day .

From a rib was I formed and now cold and hunger do I live ,
the once blue skies above me are now teaming with rain .
Act ll
Snake
“  Rise up for garlic and herbs I shall give you from you’re sick bed arise  ,
To become like God in the heavens on horses wings you will fly ,
Man will build temples for you to rest you’re feet on tiny wings
no more will you suffer like a god see these things .”
Woman
“I have had temples and statues built in my name
Man bowed down to me like ants ,
given me gold and presious stones and beasts from the field ,
their corpses are scattered in blood on my land .

Act lll
War has come war lords in their anger apose and here am I all
Shrivelled and old ,
the times I met in the garden with God
for the love and the joy and the peace have all gone ..
Actllll
Now in a hole in the ground do I lay
In a bed of  fruit ,
all around me decay ,
beads around my skull my flesh withers and dies ,
how I lived am dammed to these lies


The sparrows are coming to peck at my corpse
In their thousands from the mountains and trees do they call .

For now did snake did I listen ,
and to God do I call .
Cecil Miller Apr 2015
The egg decends from the pillowy sky and sinks to the blue-green ocean to be rolled a-shore by fish. It is swaddled in seaweed and remnants of aquatic flowers. The doves come to hatch the egg. From out of the cracked shell comes She, The Queen of Heaven. The swaddles are now like garments. The rabbit becomes her sumbol, for She is the Great Mother who brings with her the season of fertility.
Hope you like it.
Doubt settles.
Internal voices
vicious, vindictive,
confirm contempt.
Laying low,
silently shaking,
catching breaths
beneath the fallout.
Darkness decends,
it's chill envelops
as hope dies eternal
my demise it's final joy.
Sonali Sethi Oct 2014
He watches, sitting on the raft,
As the rapids near at a fast pace
He clutches his paddle tightly
With a look of terror etched on his face

His friends sit around him
Laughing,  cheering,  ready for action
He starts to regret his  
Decision to come by a tiny fraction

Their guide warns them to be ready
Now begins the battle
Of the raft against the rapids
His only weapon is his paddle

They hit the rapids with a giant splash
His friends shriek with delight
The raft bumps; up and down and up again.  
He holds on with all his might

Water splashes his focused face,
As he paddles along furiously.
So sure he is that the raft will flip
While his friends shout out in ecstacy.

Finally,  calmness decends
The rapids end at last
He takes a deep breath of relief
His heart is still beating fast

The raft moves on the placid water
His friend exclaims, "Wasn't that fun?!"
He doesn't say how scared he was
He just laughs along with everyone.
Now when the night decends,
Now that the storm has reached its ends.
Where do the dragons go?
How can a mortal ever know?

Yet I know

They're still here
I know not where
But I feel it.

Dragons are born of sky;
Dragons are born of
   earth and fire;
Dragons are nature's eye -
Watching the efforts of Earth's people.
   In the sky now -
     the dark night sky,
   The dragons soar on high.
   They're still there now
   But quiet somehow
   Like mist across the sky.
And I know they're there,
In the evening sky -
A mist across the moon.

In the storm they came
But in the calm they remain;
A hidden reminder of power.
Copyright Nov 21, 1999 by Timothy Emil Birch
Shevek Appleyard Oct 2023
Lit by angels and adrenaline
silent auctions, abductions
still as death decends here
Archadia dimmed
a dimension of distractions
sinking in a pretty little nest
feathered with fear
she sinned so softly
knowing nothing else to sleep beneath
twigs and bones returned from the battle
gnawed clean from anxious teeth
so brittle; you become a love song to the cold
a rattle of defiance
a longing for a place you cant face alone

this is not Archadia
these sweetly poisoned streets
full of tempting berries
choking on my mind
every sniff every sip every inhale is all we have
to stop what we are in-between
awaiting, impatient
feral from empathy
dreaming of each others bliss
an escape to humidity
an instant view of the sea
it might fix this

but it doesn't

I wish , I wish
my memory could imprint on me
that cascading fading message
I always leave in rem sleep
that lack of loathing now I'm older
old enough to know life's secrets
still too young to live by them
this is not Arcadia
this is a January town
where every new idea never starts
an eternal dance
a feast for show
so starving eyes swell

the grass is always gone where I go

I wish , I wish
the night could take me to Archadia
my silence as loud as
the auction lost
here were are; in the rotting sequence
pining for a reward
I'll build my own Archadia
out of precious words, molecules of hope
how to enlighten
omens of wonder, summer rain excitement

I roll down the grassy hill
turn another page
to somewhere I can smell resilience
a rest bite, evacuate the cold and reunite with your innocence

Welcome to Archadia
where hands are full of strength
a land full of scents that warm frantic souls
giving out their tidings
tiny rebels repel your decisions
deviate what you hope to replace

for here is your Archadia
empathy is everything
a peaceful wave of lighting
a quiet sob of clarity
an instant view of the sea
Welcome to Archadia
you're here to be free
Erica Baker Aug 2014
As she decends with
Impulsive intensity,
she both illuminates and suppresses.
The saturated colors
assuming a temporary transparency,
cling desperately to rebellious shadows
which darken and grow tenacious.
But all the fervency is muted by the magnitude of the moment,
And watching,
I and all things of human effort fade
and in the hush surrounding
the greatness of that hour,
every breath
Ryling Nov 2010
Do flower petals fall to earth
and wither dry come autumn's blow
or does it swing between the winds
And lay beneath the winter's snow?

Come and taste the nurtured vine
the sweet it holds like sun dried grapes
and through the years this cup of mine
poured into hearts for all to taste.

Here the shadows come to life
and work against the hues of black
in hopes to turn a shade more light
Become alive, a heart it lacks.

Death decends with sythe and robe
Cutting down the narrow road
and laying seige to wondrous lands
by taking captive all the hope.

See the moon rise from the east
reach her apex in the sky
and all the clouds like history gone
reveal the stars which shine so bright.

A faith sweeps fast across the shores
jumping nations, touching clans
and like a child's innocence
it turns us all into pious men.
Isobel G Jan 2011
The night,
So black and long,
When sleep decends,
I do not indulge,
In the luxury of dreams,
I merely collapse,
Into unconciousness,
Waking with heavy lids,
No sense of time,
And dreamlessness
©Nicola-Isobel H.      25.01.2011
Jo Baez Jan 2016
My minds swelling up with thoughts of you
like air balloons in July
I can't help but feel polluted
My heads unraveling, I'm tired, restless, and I'd be lying to myself
If I said I didn't miss your presence
Eventually I'll reach the end of my heights
I'll burst into debri and I hope it decends on you like rain made out of memories
And while you're drowning in my thoughts
my love, I'll say, how beautiful you look drenched in pain.
SøułSurvivør Mar 2015
... would you hear a sound?

Where's the sound
of a heart breaking?
Is it a mighy noise?
What kind of music does it play?
The lullaby destroys!

Where's the crash of a soul cracking?
Is it in the rushing wind?
Is it in leather'n flapping wings
As all of Hell decends?

Where's a bass cocophany
In the wrist that bleeds?
What sort of soil accepts and grows
The poison crimson seeds?

Where's the green stick fracture?
Where's the ruptured spleen?
Where's the cancer in the brain?
Where is the pain unseen?


And what if the
Entire moon should crack?
And all the high stars fell?
There's an end... and you decend...

... into the pits of HELL.**


SoulSurvivor
(C) 2014
Rewritten
(C) 3-18-2015
This poem is written for a poetfriend.
I sincerely hope that
Things get better!

♥ Catherine
Kati B Apr 2010
As time quickly passes by

We await your arrival,  light in our eye

aloof, I dream of your precious smiles

my hearts cracked open, spanning miles

I feel your life-beat  .. so strong with mine

we walk together..... float on cloud nine

Soon to share our hearts and our lives

the deep love on which our world thrives

guidance and support, our promise to give

as your soul decends upon this old Earth to live

not knowing what lessons you have come to learn

may you feel our love's internal fire ever burn...
TheStartOfMyEnds Nov 2018
Darkness decends
and the people howled
as they each came out of their caves
Resting underneath the moon
The glow, our only flicker of light
Silence fills up empty spaces
Boredom sets
Strangers no longer
Every breath a welcoming company
Secrets begin to unfold
And when the power comes on, we're all back to our own devices, becoming strangers again lol
a m a n d a Jun 2018
(wait a minute)
borderlands edition
2018

once fear
takes hold
it spreads like fire
all consuming
seemingly alive
and unstoppable.

i am not immune.

and neither are you.

i can almost hear
the horseman rattle
as the stampede decends

“the mexicans are coming!”

The MEXICANS are COMING
“Now!”
“Build a wall!”
“Man the **** deck!”
“Take the children!”

i’m no *****.
if the POTUS is screaming
to take cover from
ms-13,
i listen.
here’s the key, people.
listen.
research.
react.
don’t do it in any other order.
my elementary teachers
taught me about primary
and secondary sources.
i’ve been practicing
my entire life.

and i can tell you,
that immigration from the
southern border has been in
a steady decline for
a decade.

the POTUS’S own people
identified less than
200 ms-13 gang members caught
illegally going over the border.

immigrants are less likely
to commit crimes than
the rest of the population.

listen. - research -
and only then,
r e a c t

(thank christ for teachers)
Two wild rabbits
      Sitting on a leaf
           in a pond
                 and the moon
               keeps the purple aglow
           While forest green
               decends to black
                                 me and her...
                                         two wild rabbits
                                               lost in the lost world
Unsent letter
Fenix Flight Sep 2014
Have you ever gotten that feeling
That you just need to run
get away far far away from where you are now?

But you can't
your stuck
and then this crushing feeling
decends on you

you feel like crying
but you dont know why
your misrebale and angry
but in reality you're not.

Nothing holds intrest to you
But you cling to the things that once did
Trying to submerse yourself into it
Thinking maybe it can take the crushing feelign away

You just want to give up for the day
and curl up back in bed
and cry yourself to sleep.

But that crushign feeling just wont go away
it worms its way in and settles in for a long ride
And you just want to run
Run away, Far Far away.
Tahiya Nuzhat Jul 2014
I have heard the prayer has reached the sky
While my words linger on my lips
And my dreams refuse to die

Have you heard of the Voice,
That calls you at Night?
As It decends to the lowest sky,
Asking what and not a single why

It says, Ask Me and I shall give
Want from Me, and you shall receive

Then to You, my prayer is this:
As Your light pierces my heart at Your will
And time is Your slave, pleated at Your command
I pray flow the void only You can fill

You bent the light of the sun,
You stop time and cause stars to be born

The All-Hearing, You have heard me
Let it be,
Please, let it be.
Amanda Francis Aug 2019
A mood can change in the blink of an eye.
I reread your text through blurry eyes.
My hands shake to the beat of my racing heart.
My blood runs cold and the red mist decends over my restraint.
The cold sweat consumes me.
Locks me in my head with my whirling thoughts.

When i claw myself out of this madness, i ask who am i?
Who am i to be jealous over an unrequited love?
They could make you happy, surely, i just want you to be happy?

This love. This hurt. This friendship. This obsession.

This nothingness is leaving no space left for sanity.
JG O'Connor Jul 2017
I stayed up with Cobh,
As the hopeful lovemakers,
Transversed the taxi pick up point.
Couples waiting,
Beneath the magna lights,
Glued together like flying ants.
The dripping water of fishman's pier,
Lends a beat,
While at 3am the taxi rank decends,  
To the loud benediction,
Of "Tantum ergo Sacramentum".
Like a mirrowed engagement of dead souls,
The repeated dance of weekend love.
As if a Friday,Saturday or Sunday,
Were the exclusive days of love,
And once again be overcome with the street light lustre,
As they wait for a lift home.
TANTUM ergo Sacramentum So the only mystery
when the night decends and the moon is whole
the devils sends his demons searching for a soul
waiting for the time when everyones asleep
then  into there mind the demons they will creep

taking souls away to the devil down below
flying through the night back to hell they go
waiting for the time when the moon is bright
to search for souls again in the dead of night
Seema Jul 2017
When you see, the lamps being lit
Along the paths, on a moonless night
And the dusk decends, for the stars to shine
That's when my darkness will fade, with your light
I never condoned our love, neither did I forget
In the bliss time of this long lone journey
I've swept lanes of eyelids,
Remembering all the time we've spent
From where we started our journey together
Where we met for the very first time,
On the banks of that river, under the raintree
Which you used to climb
There, in the silence ,we met daily everyday
To drown in our eternal love, under the open sky
Where the stars would bloom bright all the way
Yet,
Another night has just past, waiting,
In my ribbed casket, here I lay
Now all bones, left in this deep dense place
By your very own, while you went away
No one has ever come to track or trace
People say, I am good as dead anyway...


©sim
Fiction
loggi Dec 2016
Great are they,
Who play lovely sounds.
The melody calling,
And in it I drown.
The whisper of music,
The ballad that decends,
Is the pure motion
Of the life it suspends.
A sweet talk, loud lark,
Lulling long lonely days.
How the guitar strings
Glisten, whilst we listen.
But it is a shame
Once the music fades.
Harry clute Jul 2017
The stone skips over The water's edge causing ripples before it decends beneath leaving only for a moment a second to reflect for man is like a stone throwing ripples into the calm of day destroying nature's harmony with its will a defect of design that still ripples onwards causeing ripples to become wakes in a never ending chain of events
Ryan Seth Cole Jul 2020
My eyes are desperate to see the end. A memory of mine is carried over a warm wind. My love for you with out stretched hands. The comfort of your voice within. Your Atoning grace decends.

A white robe draping over my sin. A loving father who attentively attends my every heart ache. Your mercy is the water that washes over the rustled sand; smoothing the surface once again and again.

I am nothing without you. You are my muse. You are my refuge I hide out in your caverns and donot pretend. I can only profess your goodness over me.
With your strength I am able to stand.

The night comes and the moonlight cascades over the clouds pouring down onto the waters that wash me once again.

You are not just my father you are my dear friend. There are no endearing enchantments or lies that can convince me otherwise. You are the beginning and the end.

The morning arrives in glory and your splendor shines down on me again.
My attention is wavered but you still stand where you stand. I make mistakes and you keep your promise to cleanse me again and again. You pick me up and guide me through the peril I find myself in.

The most faitfull and forgiving could not amount to your love. You always find me and set me on my way to follow you with your loving hands.
There is no debate to be had when a relationship is my reality and sin is sin. I am grateful you love me and you gave me your best so I can know look forward to the end.

-RSC
Everyday God pursues me and everyday I learn more about the creator that gave everything to have a relationship with me.

— The End —