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My tears to a tremor, delight

As the veil of long wintered warmth

Burns to my skin, my armour

Fall, crushed symphonies

To echo, our cavern of calm

And the flame of lost callings



Masked with dust, my tongue

And a song, would rasp lightly

To you, my love...

My convoluted dreams, Ruptured

harmonies, and the kiss of spring

Turn to wax, my solitary sky



Sacred Sun glistens, golden tides

And Light to dance, we flicker still

Border will, and cling, To

primordial lakes, honeyed waters

And sustain life, in our cyclical sphere

Rhythm wind

Call to my terrestrial ear

Wrap me in reams of your whispers

Your gilded cocoon of silver laced longing

Where I may regress

Enshrined, belated...

To drape curtains of caution

and low laying Light

Curled to rest upon the brow of Anu



Or wax, my ever bright

And dance upon primordial waters

Arouse soft delight

Within catacombs of Zion

My dungeons of rapture...

Where decrepit, only remains,

Sharp silence sings of angel kiss

And marble walls, weep garnet tears

As the long, low toll of even' bells

Echo the waves of our bliss

I've naught but a song.

A vast forest of notes

Where velvet leaves dip to cup

a drop,

I crawl to wet my tongue



My hair, matted and wild,

Falls as golden strings,

that cling to my cheeks,

Anchored by my lip



I would play for you,

Where the ashes of ages linger,

My fingers upon threads,

Waking the dead to life



But my song lies forgotten

My voice laid to rest,

No melody to echo,

Amid so many of your own



I remain, bowed and silent

My blood, dancing rivers

across your palm.

Your mantle,

Dashed upon the rocky ground

Where each night I curl to rest

And wait, feral, as you too,

Pursue the liquid song of aeons.

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voodoochile
11:10 Aug 10 2009

If these are dates when written then you can see the progress into a fuller place of finding your voice. All of these are really really good. Better than mine by far. Well done. I wish my friend and muse were still online, she would appreciate these a bunch I think. Well done.

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Awaken with me,

Your tinder fueled spark,

Your ebony wings, stretched,

A splash of green; as your feathered canvas flies



How then might I draw you to me?

When on the back of Boreas you glide,

Above the streets of industry,

Blackened and decayed,

And I, merely a shadow,

Wait, on shattered pavement,

Calling to your beauty,

Your radiant night



Escape with me...

Take my tears and kiss them into bright,

An ocean of Light!

Where entwined, I breathe

The bliss of you...



Intent, I take your essence in my palm

and part my lips to sip.

To taste your heat,

Your honeyed spice,

Like nectar to my tongue...

And feel your warmth slip,

Into me

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voodoochile
15:41 Aug 06 2009

o.0 Wow, where have you been hiding??? This is really nice.

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LordWolf
20:20 Aug 06 2009

beautiful...a delightful creation.

~W~

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Dragonrouge
13:33 Aug 07 2009

I have read your beautiful poems on the other site too!

I remembers a funny thing.

How many creatures have black wings?

;))



Very beautiful poems!

I like this image:

"When on the back of Boreas you glide,

Above the streets of industry,

Blackened and decayed..."

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Bloodmother
15:31 Aug 08 2009

You've managed to give flight to taste, and light to shadow, and passion to something dark.

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PHXnightshade
23:21 Aug 09 2009

wow thats amazing

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Dust of Snow



The way a crow

Shook down on me

The dust of snow

From a hemlock tree



Has given my heart

A change of mood

And saved some part

Of a day I had rued.

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Bloodmother
15:38 Aug 08 2009

I'm going to borrow this as it reminds me of a piece, not so good as R.F.'s, but mine nonetheless.



Crow's haunt me, but my story is called Retro Reptile. Will put in my journal.

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Fire and Ice



Some say the world will end in fire,

Some say in ice.

From what I've tasted of desire

I hold with those who favor fire.

But if it had to perish twice,

I think I know enough of hate

To know that for destruction ice

Is also great

And would suffice.

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AlexandraAshes
04:12 Aug 05 2009

This poem takes me right back to my naive beginnings, aspiring to be a poet.

The words have remained in my head. Through time the appreication grows.

It is a simple piece in ways, but with lines such as;

"from what I've tasted of desire" there almost seems some quiet insight. As often the most profound comes without overbearing statements and pseudo-intellectualism.

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PHXnightshade
03:48 Aug 06 2009

Robert Frost is an amazing poet but i would prefer to be warm when i perish so i hope it is in fire.

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How many silver slivers will stud my being?

Sharp and deep as my blue awakening

Like iron needles they travel..

Scratching, scraping at tender veins

They settle to course within my blood

Sometimes solid with dimensional ease

But there's no comfort here



A million points of Light entwined the two

And still, I reach for silicon skin

A step, my bane to draw the wretched thorns

Yet if they could be heavy

And become my bones

I might drown within

Undulating waters that would lap,

And wash about my lips,

My lashes

Till a wave of compassion

Should take this child and release

Buried within

As before, a nothing death

To leave a ghost and a mirror



A sudden surge

Stained with familiar sting

A pivotal pain

My anticipated fiend



And how should I greet this?

With misted eyes and violet kiss

And honey bleeds tears

My viscid offerings

To assuage Her vexation

Propitiate life

And a promise once borne



Two rings and a cycle divides

What fates decree

To a daughter of the children

No scion of a crystal empire

No flat eyed concubine

Or courtesan to whim

Nor will

For Will, I have left you

And become



Perplexed and long wintered

Once given, my touch to this

Who was she that held the stone?

And within

To dwell, my ever pulsing core

Where sun beats sorrel skies

And molten rock would pave my streets

Settled into cracks

And cooled to bathe my toes

Her feet, i'd call to my own



In a moment of ascent

A pinnacle of Light

I am empty

But for silver slivers

Tempered and still

To become our communal cradle

In the long, blue sigh

Our breath to linger

We'll await my sky

And a new sun rise

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BloodyJack
02:20 Aug 05 2009

Interesting. Some nice imagery here.

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To quiet

Serene son of winter

Your battle constrained

A dewy lip among frozen graves

Where two sisters stop to weave

With white washed cathedral eyes



No vine to bend

No bright glass to keep the anguished

Still the weeping walls stain

Blanched sheets

Starched and stiffened

To a sumptuous feast



Oh lady death!

Consume and betroth

Your many brides of eve

Forever kept

Like wisps upon waves

Ebbing and flowing

Placid and limp

In servitude



Dance to your cup

Sweet draught of the dreaming

Crowned daphne... lily

Belladonna bliss

As your soft skin weeps for mothers

Who of penny royal sip

Bleeding to chalk

All.

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Lolita
12:36 Aug 01 2009

Such words......You really are gifted. I look forward to reading your journal.

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Digging through my old journals, I came upon a fair bit of free form poetry. Thought I might rehash a bit of it.



This one is from 2003.





Ravage me

Master of words and of none

Child of caution

He of the silver stones

Curious one with the bright eyes

Untouched

I've seen you

Ponder this...



When silence locks the windows

And she laughs

The lost one stands

Through crystal shards

Reflect, repent

The mysteries of time

Their Songs were hollow

You were never



Crackle, alight now!

Your sometimes blood

Lightning kissed

I know this heat

Fevered



Scream! Those sounds are your own.

Don't cry little brother

Lover, mother...

You are...

In essence, real

Though mirror bounces back

Every look, taste, flare

Captured in the reflections

Of wasted wonder



Screens of pleasure

Tear you out and within

Realms of what was

Never is

And thousands of futures

Matrix like

Lines of life

Yours.