Amitav Radiance Jan 2015

The night’s beauty
Gorgeous as silver
Dipped in dew
Misty veil
Ripped apart
Elegant beauty
Hypnotized!
Why care?
In a stupor
Immersed in beauty
Lazy elegance
You surrender

Jerm Dec 2013

Memorized by a vacant lot. At the edge of an abyss. Darkness is solitude. Solitude for a crowded my mind. There is no break for a mind. Constantly crunching away at what is reality. The concept of nothingness makes the mind clock overtime. Are we creatures of logical limitless. Or finite beings who cant grasp that nothing is infinite. We are here to observe. To learn. To yearn. In search of a purpose. In search of anything that keeps us from thinking we are worthless. We are creators. We are makers. We are breakers. We are fakers. We are individuals. We are imitators. I am you and you are me. One in the same. On an even plane.. on a round earth. We are haters. We are lovers. We are creatures of similarity. We are creatures of contrast. Idiosyncratic nuances that make us a so far apart but so alike. The performer with a mic. The crazy man on a soap box. The angry in jail. The stoners in a hotbox. The gated community members. And the thieves breaking pad locks. The rich and the poor. The nun and the whore. The killer and the doctor. The lover and the boxer. All so far apart yet always united with a common theme. One in the same. He is her and she is him. Cell by cell. Limb by limb. United until every atom that we were connected through is torn away into nothingness. Vacant lots at the edge of an abyss.

irinia Feb 2016

Hypnotic days
hypnotic nights
our bodies have burnt
all clothes
and several lives

we are
as hungry as the world
as old
as young

our bodies
two motionless stones
in a mountain river

Ioana Ieronim, from The Lens of a Flame

a repost from one of my favourite poets, I accidentally deleted it
SassyJ Feb 2016

Hypotonic collusions
Rising in osmotic lesions
An eruptive soul reversion

Emissions of embered logs
Each lightening with a glow
A youthful straw of clemency

Pollinated sandals, handled
Gripping the flesh in vessels
Houses of lost and unreal dreams

Vicarage gardens of suppression
Masticated in delegated abstractions
A surmise of death and redistributions

Each a beat rise, slide on frosty ice
Un-enveloped in seasons of erosion
Delusional commotions sprawled

In the dance of the ecstatic programming
The body waved and led in hypnosis
Ejaculated with the intangible essence

To make sense a revised tense,I fence
Straying in lenient lunacy to fields afar
A merry to ferry the phoenix dance

Rattles shaking in transit translations
Drums pause settling in finesse pond
A coitus of dimensional valour and vice

Jasmine Dar Aug 2016

Your smile, it sets
Sunflowers ablaze
Making me forget
About every difficult phase

Reflecting back my image
As I stare in a daze,
They lock me in a cage
The jailer, your face.

Cannot move and
Cannot see
Don't understand,
If we're meant to be

No flaw in your appearance,
No defect in your talk
Your words give me an abundance
Of clarity and of thought.

My memory never stops raving
About the wonderful sight I saw,
When all i did was to bring
It back after capturing you in awe

No story is enough
To enchant me more
Than thinking about your laugh
And what else we have in store.

But I cant tell,
I don't want you to believe
That I'm your living hell,
Who is here to deceive.

Follow for more! :))
Tranquil Dawn Aug 2015

Inviting greens
their petioles
as hands opened to
the curious stranger.

Adventurous spirits
gasp, they thrill
at the beamish decadence,
the overwhelming verdure.

The worn paths,
civilization's abrasive affects
sharply harsh against new growth.
Go deeper in, deeper calm.

Into the bed of solace,
we fall spell-bound
to its whispering promises.
Cajoling our senses
the mysterious allure
methodically breathing.

inspired by : http://marcoheisler.deviantart.com/art/One-Of-These-Mornings-160345345
Stephen Parker Sep 2011

Day's end, sun's caisson doth wend
Residual rays a respite to append
Twilight's shroud dreary dividend
Swirls of gray into firmament blend

Vestments of light shed sacral veil
Luna's naked, pale orb flashes its spell
Twinkling sprites across dark tides sail
Constellation's mystical portents braille

Nyx, Erebos eclipse Hemera's blithe melody with bass duet 
Earth's warmed bed yields its thermal blanket
Ocean tides move in rhythmic tandem to cadence of lunar clarinet
Swarming shadows stalk each footstep paring each dark secret


   Greek gods
Nyx: goddess of Night
Erebos: goddess of Darkness
Hemera: goddess of Day

Twilight Zone May 2016

A whale is flying through the air so high.
He feels like he has sharks in his stomach.
A lighthouse stood in a distance on rocks.
A lighthouse of seashells has its insomnia.
I'll keep on asking my dream to wake me.
Nerves do shut my mouth tight as a clam.
A whale dreams in his own dragonfly wings.
Dragonfly wings  larger than tidal waves.
Instead of a ship in a bottle he'll be a whale
in a lighthouse which he dives into himself.
A lighthouse of seashells trying to be so clear.
A lighthouse invites all to surf away from fear.

eileen mcgreevy Oct 2009

Entranced in him, i gave him the power,
His touches made me wilt like a flower,
I felt the puncture on my flesh,
He licked his lips and drank the rest.

The climax made my body rise,
He had me mercilessly hypnotised,
Surrender never felt so good,
As he made love, as only he could.

Intense and hard, our lust went on,
All night we fused until the dawn.
The sunlight called a halt to lust,
For him to feed again at dusk.

John F McCullagh Aug 2014

Look into her eyes where kindness keeps
Or else a jealous dragon sleeps
Her eyes will tell if she’s true and fair.
Are you saved or dammed? The answer’s there.
Her words may dissemble and lips oft lie.
Those curves may distract as does her smile.
No, her eyes are where true beauty lies.
The sooner you learn this the sooner you’re wise.

jeffrey conyers Feb 2015

Them lips.
Them eyes.
Various hypnotics parts that guys notice close or far apart.

Them hands.
Them legs.
Parts pf you that makes men notice.

Oh, you're not meat to eat.
Or anything like that.
But you have the  ingredient to make men want a sandwich.

You the one thing that men loves.
One hypnotic beauty filled with instant attraction.

Any beauty contest that you might enter.
Will instantly be won by you.
And in this case, i'm anointed winner.

CA Guilfoyle Jun 2015

Here we sleep under star flowers
a flash of meteor showers
our room a fire light - full bloom
sigh and breath of moon
we travel nights like this
in a sky of sparkling jewels
swim and dream, float
in shimmering pools.

Cné Nov 2016

sometimes,
i like to dance
with the devil
burning eyes upon me
in hypnotic dazzle
my toes easily
sweep away inhibitions
quieting my angelic
voice's suspicions
as whispered words
brush thine ear
my entranced ego
has no fear
endangering
as it may be
our bodies entanglement
appears free
with soaring thoughts
of ecstasy
we ebb and flow
in erotic mystery
seduced in music
playing rhythmically
ecstatically,
i dance willingly

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