"lores" poems
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The room in starlight bathed
My body unscathed
Swimming indoors
sheets are shores
Wash over me like the tide
for I don't sleep at night
Swimming indoors
where it always pours
Moon reflection
on my cushion
Swimming indoors
following ancient lores
Diving deep to find
an Atlantis on my mind
Swimming indoors
til reaching the dream's source
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Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 9:18 PM UTC
One in the know drops a line,
there was no A B C to spell,
yet it keeps spreading.
An animated lingua
wraps round the eyeline.
All those that get wind of it
arise and keep counting.
Without a beginning or an end,
For it has no 1 or 9,
not a mark nor a sign.
Speechless, breathless me,
turn to mine, the one,
superior turned-on mind.
And it appeared true,
true to that credible nature
that identifies indeed
the 'name' of the composer!
Meanwhile, a bird of time.
A giant spell takes no time,
eases off in a blink of eye.
I start to breathe,
begin to revive, again in my
native countryside:
some clay-bumps on the river.
I can cry, smile, now I
can shed tears.
Rhyme on the river.
What's in a river?
'Lores of time immemorial,
an open heart on the move!'
Is there anyone out there
'tapped into the running cycle of water,
following the rhyme on the river'?
One in the know drops a line,
there was no A B C to spell,
yet it keeps spreading.
An animated lingua
wraps round the eyeline.
All those that get wind of it
arise and keep counting.
Without a beginning or an end,
For it has no 1 or 9,
not a mark nor a sign.
Speechless, breathless me,
turn to mine, the one,
superior turned-on mind.
And it appeared true,
true to that credible nature
that identifies indeed
the 'name' of the composer!
Meanwhile, a bird of time.
A giant spell takes no time,
eases off in a blink of eye.
I start to breathe,
begin to revive, again in my
native countryside:
some clay-bumps on the river.
I can cry, smile, now I
can shed tears.
Rhyme on the river.
What's in a river?
'Lores of time immemorial,
an open heart on the move!'
Is there anyone out there
'tapped into the running cycle of water,
following the rhyme on the river'?
One in the know drops a line,
there was no A B C to spell,
yet it keeps spreading.
An animated lingua
wraps round the eyeline.
All those that get wind of it
arise and keep counting.
Without a beginning or an end,
For it has no 1 or 9,
not a mark nor a sign.
Speechless, breathless me,
turn to mine, the one,
superior turned-on mind.
And it appeared true,
true to that credible nature
that identifies indeed
the 'name' of the composer!
Meanwhile, a bird of time.
A giant spell takes no time,
eases off in a blink of eye.
I start to breathe,
begin to revive, again in my
native countryside:
some clay-bumps on the river.
I can cry, smile, now I
can shed tears.
Rhyme on the river.
What's in a river?
'Lores of time immemorial,
an open heart on the move!'
Is there anyone out there
'tapped into the running cycle of water,
following the rhyme on the river'?
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 9:40 PM UTC
It all starts with an idea, that you can
Feelings come between now and then
Thoughts come running through your head
All the time is ripened for what could be said
Then it takes what was yours
It just breaks all your core
And you'll never know why
You gave in just for more
All the sights and the sores
Painful cries as they court
And you'll never know why
You take in, lust yet torn
Sometimes I fear the feeling of contentment
Of completion and accomplishment
Because afterwards I'll never know
If the passion dies, or if I'll still grow
Then it stops what you start
It just drops from the heart
And you'll never take back
What you gave just for art
All the lies and the lores
Faithful eyes now they tore
And you'll never know why
As you come back for more
And it starts as it the ends
The idea that you can't
As you say one goodnight
The last of all goodbyes
To the brush, to your pen
To all books that you've read
To the lovers that come
To the letters you've read
As you'll never come back
To create, you just can't
One last time, one last sigh
Close your eyes, one last breath
All the doors closing in
Right where we all begin
Our dreams come pure with uncertainty
When all doors are closed as answers can be
When everyone has turned their back on you
While the chance is null and you have no clue
That dream you have is yours alone
It only comes once, yet with you it's grown
It all starts with an idea, that you can
You were passionate once, embrace dreams once again
Jul 9, 2022
Jul 9, 2022 at 4:28 PM UTC
Defying the consensus of complacency,
And the enantiomorphic political practicality,
Candidates embrace their vacillating indexicality.
Spouting thrift store self reliance sapientiality,
Telling lores of cultural compatibility.
Hope filled promises of economic suitability,
Aligned with institutional feasibility.
Packaged in over-inclusive catchall empty signifiers
Strewn across all media screens, communal utilitarian plan flyers.
Requesting no need for responsiveness,
For a vote no longer dictates precedence,
In the age of social media endemic presence relevance.
PFL
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 3:40 AM UTC
Little monster couldn’t walk quite right
Her legs ached and burned at times
The healer didn’t have a cure
And the ones at “home” said it’s nothing more
Than monster’s own creation because
She’s a wretched creature displaying loss,
Always a burden for the ones who care
And no more did they want to bear.
“Little monster, you filthy girl,
Leave the house and find some work.
You leech at our money, our love and care,
And then complain of pain everywhere.
You despicable monster, weak of mind,
what will you gain from studying time?
I wish you’d leave right now, but wait,
You’ll only ruin your family’s name.
We came together for your happiness,
You hateful thing, why do you make a mess?
“I’m in pain, I’m in pain” it’s nothing but a ploy
You little worm, with emotions you toy.
Leave, you ***** get off my mind,
You know no love, so how can you find
Pain in my words, you’re just a rock,
I wish you’d die, you ruinous block.”
Monster girl fled from those words
‘I’m alright’ she said till she was numb.
In this vast world she felt alone,
With trees she talked of finding more.
Her body ached as she fell to the ground
Watched the stars till it was cold around.
A piece of glass was what she could own
Without being a weight on other souls.
This jagged piece reflected the light
From the moon and thousand fireflies,
Little girl thought the world was so nice,
But alas, she was just a monster in night.
She heard from the house her father’s voice
As he talked about her as a screeching noise,
She rarely spoke and yet she was
The pain in the ears of the ones she loved.
I won’t cry anymore, she pledged,
Her room alone knew that she wept,
So often times she thought of hanging herself
But she wasn’t sure she could bear being out of breath.
And so it was she held a piece of glass,
Shimmering, it seemed like her freedom at last,
If only she was a human girl,
Pretty and lovable, she wouldn’t hurt.
Little monster girl smiled to herself
She wouldn’t cause pain to other selves,
The stars would remember that she had tried,
The sun would know she had no respite.
The glass glided over her soft dark skin,
Where only bruises marked her wrist thin,
Little drops of blood became more,
Little monster thought of happy lores.
“And they lived happily after” she mumbled quiet,
Her dark eyes closed to moonlight,
A firefly sat on her cold forehead
Thinking her to be a creature dead.
As the mist rose, she fell asleep,
The moon watched over her peaceful dreams.
As the moon’s lover rose
So did she,
To the worst nightmare that could ever be.
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 2:15 PM UTC
The old woodland was a canvass mess
Shadows and light of a verdant dress
Branches tangled with leaves of the day
Flowers sprouted from the dark gray
The birds flew about, chirping in chorus
The blurry wings beat off soft focus
And enthrall the forest in glitters and dust
Of wispy air that the breeze would cast
Poppies and daisies alongside tall grasses
Butterflies fluttering in various ill sizes
Furry friends burrowed and climbed
Grace and beauty, perfectly timed
In the forest of old, ancient lores shroud
Like the mist of the north, a thick dark cloud
The sun would shine and hide at night
The forest in splendor- a glorious sight!
Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 11:31 AM UTC
Viendo a Garrik -actor de la Inglaterra-
el pueblo al aplaudirlo le decía:
«Eres el más gracioso de la tierra
y el más feliz...»
Y el cómico reía.
Víctimas del spleen, los altos lores,
en sus noches más negras y pesadas,
iban a ver al rey de los actores
y cambiaban su spleen en carcajadas.
Una vez, ante un médico famoso,
llegóse un hombre de mirar sombrío:
«Sufro -le dijo-, un mal tan espantoso
como esta palidez del rostro mío.»Nada me causa encanto ni atractivo;
no me importan mi nombre ni mi suerte
en un eterno spleen muriendo vivo,
y es mi única ilusión,
la de la muerte».-Viajad y os distraeréis.
- ¡Tanto he viajado!
-Las lecturas buscad.
-¡Tanto he leído!
-Que os ame una mujer.
-¡Si soy amado!
-¡Un título adquirid!
-¡Noble he nacido!
-¿Pobre seréis quizá?
-Tengo riquezas
-¿De lisonjas gustáis?
-¡Tantas escucho!
-¿Que tenéis de familia?
-Mis tristezas
-¿Vais a los cementerios?
-Mucho... mucho...
-¿De vuestra vida actual, tenéis testigos?
-Sí, mas no dejo que me impongan yugos;
yo les llamo a los muertos mis amigos;
y les llamo a los vivos mis verdugos.-Me deja -agrega el médico- perplejo
vuestro mal y no debo acobardaros;
Tomad hoy por receta este consejo:
sólo viendo a Garrik, podréis curaros.
-¿A Garrik?
-Sí, a Garrik... La más remisa
y austera sociedad le busca ansiosa;
todo aquél que lo ve, muere de risa:
tiene una gracia artística asombrosa.-¿Y a mí, me hará reír?
-¡Ah!, sí, os lo juro,
él sí y nadie más que él; mas... ¿qué os inquieta?
-Así -dijo el enfermo- no me curo;
¡Yo soy Garrik!... Cambiadme la receta.¡Cuántos hay que, cansados de la vida,
enfermos de pesar, muertos de tedio,
hacen reír como el actor suicida,
sin encontrar para su mal remedio!¡Ay! ¡Cuántas veces al reír se llora!
¡Nadie en lo alegre de la risa fíe,
porque en los seres que el dolor devora,
el alma gime cuando el rostro ríe!Si se muere la fe, si huye la calma,
si sólo abrojos nuestra planta pisa,
lanza a la faz la tempestad del alma,
un relámpago triste: la sonrisa.El carnaval del mundo engaña tanto,
que las vidas son breves mascaradas;
aquí aprendemos a reír con llanto
y también a llorar con carcajadas.
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These clouds up in the sky today
Again just look like sheep to me,
No more of dragons, frogs or birds
Can I, in odd shapes, make or see
These stars up in the sky tonight
Again just look like specks so small,
No more Greek gods or ancient lores
Am I much able to recall
These superheroes and comic books
Again just seem like childish plots,
No more their dark and twisted tales
Which long ago have been forgot
No more her smile
No more her cries
No more her clasp
No more her sighs
I let it all slip through my mind
These memories I leave behind
No more of all the things that she
For years had struggled to teach to me
Aug 11, 2011
Aug 11, 2011 at 1:18 AM UTC
The unrelenting surge of emotions was incessant
Sleep evading the poor lad was all but inevitable
Even though the body wanted sleep, the brain had an influx of thoughts in his head
Tried hard to sleep, but as always he met a dead end(to sleep)
Attempts to pacify his own self often ended in intricate lores of mysteries
Talking to himself, he asked What's the problem, man?
And at once ten thousand of them swarm in his head
Outnumbered by the thoughts, off went he into the temporary shroud of his utopian world
To certain problems, his fecund imagination was the only diluted solution
As the reality was all but acid rain
Always challenging the reason for his very existence
The futile search for the script of his presence continued
Time was never on his side,
To be able to do things, he had to compromise
Slipping into reverie was something out of his control
But the reality brought him down! Down to the vacuous and stolid life
Does it take a hard-bitten thorny journey to being not empty?
Why couldn't everything boil down something as simple as 2+2=4?
Maybe he'd have to sing Carolina Liar's Show me what i'm looking for to come to the solution
And he could have all the answers he has been yearning to discover.
The levels of catastrophe in his mind could never come to light
Maybe the denouement will tell.
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 5:39 PM UTC
dead men don't sing to the world
no one can hear them against the winds
Their is the land of ash and dust
nobody is awake at the gates to take them in
dead people don't knock on no doors
they don't have our walls to keep them from being freed
it is not true what they say in old lores
they have no souls so that their heart could bleed
silence is not peace, I know you have never wondered
'tis but a disease, old and rotten not breathing anymore
there are places where when one shall go will always wander
even the deceased, who once had ones worth living for
upon the night darkness weaves an hideous potrait
showing a face and keeping stars from fading away
all who are lost can be more than just be in a cage
you wouldn't know how many dead men you've seen today,
take a look in the mirror.
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 10:59 PM UTC
Abiding in tidy quarters
In which space I will confine
But my life is full of hoarders,
Pack things rashly in my mind
Some more obvious, some more subtle
Seems likely I'll never
See through the rubble.
Rational thought can be transferred
Transplaced
Deterred
Through the nostalgia of a *** once stirred
Finding divets of respect
For those who expect me
To level at their self inflicted debt
Is beyond words that come to be
Break the dams down of succession
Find my daily dosed oppression
Is within the people I reside
I can't run, cause they know where I hide.
Move with me; I've moved with you
Contorted into mentalities by body couldn't do
Just to watch you stay untrue
I can't reflex anymore,
I'm deadened to your dramatic lores.
Done waiting for the progress
For reciprocation past due
Cause I'm waiting to wane this fever,
And the antidote's not you.
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 3:09 PM UTC
These here, these great seas,
All the poets have come to you;
and stood in awe before vast pleasing views,
Of tempests wrought great sorrow,
Of skies filled with ore and silver light,
Of deep unknown and questioning existence,
Of gods, and heavens more vast than you,
Of who sails beyond the horizon,
Of the winds and scents of your shores,
Of endless sands to set foot upon,
Of all the arcane myths and lores!
How may I greet these great seas any differently?
So that I may cause a shift in the tides?
Alas, dreams far grander than I, these are;
The tides will shift as they may,
And every soul will be swept away.
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 12:54 PM UTC
To have that terrible urge
That horrible, grotesque thing
That feeling we wish to purge,
But we do not push, we cling.
It's that wonderful squeeze
Of his hands in yours
That tiny viral disease
We hear of in legends and lores.
Whispers of little white lies
We tell ourselves at night
One half loves, one denies
Warm in joy, cold in fright.
His wicked love devours
All your morals, all your cares
His crooked smile empowers
Warmth like poison, it ensnares.
Here, it whips you from clear eyes
And it blinds you of the truth
All decisions, it decides
Made of confidence, of uncouth.
You fall victim, you fall ill
Endless falling here and there.
Still you tumble down that hill,
You are taken, love beware!
Jun 8, 2013
Jun 8, 2013 at 8:40 PM UTC
If We keep on Expanding forever
Then I Fear just how Lonely We'll get
Like the Stars, We All Burn out Together
...become the Ember that Cradles Itself
Well~Come on Up
I've not much Time, but I've brought the Love
ReCreate This Right
And Move Us Through to the OtherSide
Alas! Know We Show, Our Heart is Real no matter Where We Go
...Null is Right to let the Breath of God just pass Us by...
That's Why
Why I Try
and We Try
ReCreate This Right
...I did not Want to Know, now but I See What's been going on.....
If We keep on Expanding forever
Then I Fear just how Lonely We'll get
Like the Stars, We All Burn out Together
...become the Ember that Cradles Itself
So Above still We Hover so...
In Dead of Night, from Above, Below
ReCreate Our Light
Reflect it back for the rest to Shine
Alas! We show, our Heart is Real no matter where we go
ReCreate this Right
And Move Us through to the Other Side
The Wildest Write
To leave Their Legends and Lores behind
With Words they Show
For those with Mystic Minds to Know
We all want to believe and All can Conceive what's going on!!!!
If We keep on Expanding forever
Then I Fear just how Lonely We'll get
Like the Stars, We All Burn out Together
...become the Ember that Cradles Itself
Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 12:21 PM UTC
my eyes are falling asleep
somewhere drowning deep
in an endless summer
I hear myself dream
standing by a river
hearing lores and thunder
winds howl of winter
in that silence I hear her scream
and whisper, as she withers
lingering with all I have been
i have known nothing without her
and now I believe what can't be seen
they say I am a fool
but I know better, for I have loved
and I still dream
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 7:33 AM UTC
savage men with army of teeth
mowing down the ancient life
in all of the curses god has preached
he's the one most wicked and vile
mangled veins chocking a mothers breath
Killing another child in wombs darkness
men eating trees, in lores of plants and death
walking on an old yellow road to nothingness
eating radioactive bites and pieces
in bits and diseases, poisoned veins
pouring an acid on time that bleaches
and reaches, where he's no more again
all those naked skeletons seem the same
only buried hand in hand in cold depths
now who's rich, what weight has a name
after all who died have wept and left
sane don't blow a head off, do they
angles don't cut themselves at birth
generations upon generations lost away
in strangers burning all across the world
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 1:09 PM UTC
Stop holding me back for once,
see the fire burning in every ounce
of scribbles and words of mine.
Stop making me guilty for my flight,
and look into the horizon so bright.
Stop making me resent your roof,
while all this time you stay aloof.
Stop shaming me for someone's fault,
and let them go into the devil's vault
of sins, see the virtues in me that I lock
from the fear that you might tear and block.
Stop thinking my life for your honour,
and save this human in me from this horror.
Stop it, with your words that shatter my esteem
and do make me drift away from your team.
Stop the assumptions from the lores of the devil,
and look into my dreams arranged in levels.
Stop it , Stop it, Stop it,
When will you feel words I write
and stop linking insanity with my fight.
Stop it
Sep 21, 2020
Sep 21, 2020 at 11:37 AM UTC
may the corpses rest in peace
killed by them scars and disease
cutting a smile in half
awaiting the sweet relief
tears spilling in grief
breathing the ever lasting pain
until it's too late to leave
I don't know what I became
and ran through those doors
out in the ocean
climbing up the walls
that are now old and broken
swam with the sharks
and I danced with the clouds
as a symphony of thunder played
beyond the reach and loud
lightning up the fiery stars
as they fell down from the sky
exploding in a thousand pieces
and no one could hear me cry
that was a rather lonely time
there was not much to find
in dark that consumed me whole
i lost all that was ever mine
i turned to see but it was gone
nothing but empty space all around
i screamed and wept for the names
but there was never to be no sound
then a shiver ran through my bones
and I felt a stranger in my own skin
thunder was raging up and high
I thought that would be my coffin
and then I saw the dead crawling
in numbers on the shore
a sea of rotten meat
like they sang in the old lores
winds blew me to the herd
as they grazed beyond a red sea
the sky was full of birds
more than it was supposed to be
there I stood in the shadows
mesmerized by what I had seen
memories spent in mourning
how long could it have been
I'm forgetting all that matters
time has never felt so wrong
in the ages that have been withered
have I been dead for so long ?
i remember dreaming of a ghost
in whispers I heard him sing
he told me that I shall too be
swept away by the northern winds
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 2:17 PM UTC
Heart of shattered dreams,
Illusions on all screens: Possibilities screams!
Heart of mine, broken, blue,
cry for the love lost.
For the pride of your greatest, the mightiest,
your beloved.
Admiring your strength, your truth,
in times of loneliness, no despair,
Heart of darkness, heart of wishes, desires and hopes.
Melting away,
Giving life to a soldier,
worthy.
What to do for you, dear?
Do deserve your kingdom, of broken hearts, loose, lovely!
Fake happiness, turning into a real miracle,
Your soul says it all, there's no need of cruelty call.
Life to create out of nothing, out of shame, out of something...
Examples to take.
"Did I expect anything else from you?
How dared I?"
(to know, to care, to hope)
Believing was probably my greatest mistake,
Not
"Problem causing distress
more agony .(?).
Sure!"
Bring it on, ready for one more fight?
Yes, I was trained right!
Do I care?!
Heart of shattered hopes,
Illusions, dreams and lores,
Realities for people to live.
Humans to love...
Did I expect anything better from you?
(For my own sake)
I hope I did not!
Dec 6, 2020
Dec 6, 2020 at 7:53 AM UTC
the old king saw him young
and now he saw no child
what he bore with all his love
gave him a fruit rotten and wild
in songs of him, in lores of them
he heard not a sound
and now when he could see more clear,
He saw only the dark all around.
and where is my crown, the old king asked-
Should I bow my head so low ?
You stand there with one mocking smile,
What truth I don't know ?
in a sky so blue, in a sky so dark
we stand strong behind our walls
and if you dare to bleed my love
You'll taste the sharp of my claws.
not on my head, not on my throne
but them eyes know no lies
and in here with all that is mine
you dare to look in my eyes ?
and so he whispered and so he spoke,
of the gods young and old-
the little man with red in his eyes-
and the words so cold
and so he screamed and so he spoke
of the lores young and old
the little man with red in his eyes-
and a sorrow to behold.
so the king won't see the stars those change,
in the glow of his throne ?
them colours do change, oh my lord
but every moment a new morrow is born
what is mine and what is yours
that is not for us to weep
and when you're gone, oh my king
what you leave will be mine to keep
beyond the pines I see what we can claim,
Is that not how the world goes by ?
In the stones when they engrave our names,
they would sing not about the moment we died.
If you seek the glory you abide, hear-
the gods won't hear your call
so what if you have age by your side,
you haven't seen the scattered dolls
and where is your kingdom ?
to rule them all,
is that how you will cause them stars to fall ?
you are mine and i am your king
you know nothing what lies beyond those walls
In a sky so blue, in a sky so dark
the stars have a place to hide
and what will you do when you have them claws-
Open your heart far and wide ?
and so he cursed and so he wrote
every tear down on a page
and so he purged and so he wrote
Every scar from the rage
and so he cursed and so he wrote
every drop on the page
and so he purged and so he wrote
behind the curtains of the stage
I will find my own fate, said the little man
my father knows nothing of the ills I've seen
we're mocked all about from beyond the walls
I've always wanted what we must have once been
In the name of the gods I must seek the justice
my blood will seep in the ground and mark my claim
I will uproot the graves and make the dead speak
for they knows about the people beyond the walls, small and strange
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 12:16 PM UTC
Her genital_the big "WHY"
Oh! She's born of a ******
Her ******* a call to say"HI"
Her voice_a well to exploit from.
And her physique_just to have fun.
Her gender role, no one questions
Even the feminists call for attention.
She keeps these, term uncultured.
She unseals these, term a ****
Obviously, kissing is amazing.
Foreplay, Hnnnnn! So appealing.
Undoubtedly, *** is fascinating.
With pain, how often she tries to fake the moan.
She enjoys it much, now a curse.
He walks up to her and says "I love you."
She believes him, he sounds so true.
He lores her to bed_ already in her loo.
When the stomach starts to push through,
He says to hell with you.
Fifteen minutes of pleasure.
Nine solid months in seizure.
Some days in the hospital.
A child without a paternal name. Isn't that fatal?
Such of a child a *******
And the mother, a ***** who deserves not a ballad.
Mar 22, 2021
Mar 22, 2021 at 3:11 PM UTC
How long till your
tongues stop
spitting arrows of
assumptions of
delusional malice
against me?
Does it feel good,
to stoop so low
for your apparent
ego,
that you deceive
yourself into spewing
lores of lies?
These arrows will miss
me, as I sway to
my nature of mind.
And you will go on
for,
how long?
Jul 17, 2020
Jul 17, 2020 at 2:31 PM UTC
Dingy white rabbit ears
***** from sweat and the dark world
Sat upon a pale boys black hair
The air that flows in colors, drifts
His hazy eyes don't see the light around
Within those colors so abound
The light avoids his eyes
as the darkness hovers just above
Milky greens flows into earthy browns
And shining smiles are marring frowns
He spins in anticipation clearly searching
Though the solid ground is far lurching
The crags create a sarcophagus
And in this valley comforting
He is shapes from in the drops of color
He dances with black eyes upward
The light is not there for him
It cannot permeate his shroud
But melodies exist with him
Always so, and ever within
The sounds provide a reverence
And arms upreach to heavens blind
The seraphs reach to fingertips bruised
And lack of feeling denies him sight
So cludging in that mire faded
He becomes aptly sedated
Gone the lores he so created
Pondering the sounds before
Gripping on him within such havens
He casts out the sounds belated
As if a feeling to be purged
And here stood bereft and sated
Clinging to the darkness there
Spinning in the darkness there
Eyes as lightless as his darkened hair
White rabbit ears upon his matted hair
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 1:33 AM UTC
Her hands told me everything
More than her piercing eyes
More than her articulate words
Ever could
They sang
Of realms crisscrossing
This ancient earth
Every crease
And there were many
Whispering forgotten lores
She is a portal
To different worlds
Strange dimensions
Where the fae dwell
And demons lurk
I don't know how
To dispel the legion
Shadowing her
Or how
To drive off her demons
But to be there
To listen
To love
To hold
As she searches
For answers
For meaning
To the colossal questions
That slipped through the
Cold balance sheet of life
Too deep to fit
Into its little cubicles
And neat labels
Torn between desire and fear
Do I advance?
Do I flee?
If I stay
And she tires of me
What then?
If I run
And wound her
What then?
You're stupid
They told me
For hesitating.
Go
They said.
You're a fool
They told me
For making the wrong choice.
Turn back
They said.
You're crazy
They told me
*She's a free spirit.
You need to tame her*
They said.
One does not harness a star
One does not subjugate a heavenly body
I may have grown roots
And she, wings
Nevertheless
I wait for her
To make her nest in me.
For even birds seek a perch
And foxes seek refuge
Now
As normalcy resumes
And our time slowly unreels
Inside my head
Crowding out all else
All that occupies me
Are her hands
Rough, calloused, and scalding
And beautiful with an unspoken tenderness
And millennial wisdom
Locked with mine.
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 1:21 PM UTC
When pushed or tested
I do get rather vexed
that is the unfortunate time
for those that stand before me
as it is those times
I use my dark craft
I did learn all dark lores
so many years ago
and my casting is
well it's second to none
watch me make another effigy
and watch my enemies fall
I spill a little of my blood
just to make my spells complete
I spit onto a black candle
a cut deep into their minds
and there I leave my curses
this is mine, mine alone, my dark craft
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Sep 14, 2013
Sep 14, 2013 at 7:00 AM UTC