The Loss.
the overbearing loss
of innocence' power, fades
into victorious failure
blinded by
The Brightness
of the finite,
and the vastness,
of broken things,
until
The Scuttled Shame
coasts intrepid
across fearless seas
wrought with nativité,
vainglory,
and....
come what may.
Author: nomisyar
I collect Spores, Molds, and Fungus.
kingdom come
hard silhouettes carve the dawn sky,
slicing mercilessly through
brush strokes
of what is
to come.
muted flame.
ice & wonder.
another promise
made.
another hope delayed.
moon sly mystic
cotton rise
over
midnight sky.
lost,
to the familiar
whisper
of time forgot.
lost,
to
dream
and flame, and
a thousand sunsets.
lost,
to the love
i lost in you.
Found,
in my darkness,
forged anew.
belated
beyond
the edges of this world
She rises
high
again.
lifted
by silent song;
lifted, by
our love.
and as
night's wonder
fades into her light,
magic grows
tantalizingly in might.
illusion fades and the darkness retreats
back
into dream,
and
desire.
swinging across raindrops
the gentle caress
of your muted voice
reflects the perfection
of me,
wrapped deep
within the wonder of you.
so
i turn
to kiss
your sky,
with the soft-est
lips,...
trembling,
in surety
of what could come.
and I feel
for your touch.
and,
for me, touching
you.
so
let us dance
like we used to,
when the world was young,
and we were free.
the return
too long
you have waited
for adoring eyes
to once again
adorn you
with gifts
implicit
and
immeasurable,
and
unearned.
too long
have lips quivered rapturously
to breathe,
tales
of your splendor,
and
untested grace.
high
below both star and sun.
deep
within a boundless dream.
you wait
alone
with naught
but hunger
as your friend.
and with this bestial gaze
lowered
in prideful obeisance,
I pray to you.
Sweet Muse,
I pray for you.
secure
in this slimmest sliver
of hesitation,
I listen.
a silvery laugh
peals ethereal,
lighting this
winter's night
with mystery,
beauty,
and fear.
Strutter Step
juking & jiving
your damn way through, but
stickin'
to the script like
you were bred to do.
life plays you tight-
this ain't no zone D.
but there are so many ways
for us to get free.
no matter
how
you twist,
turn,
or fade away,
home waits for you,
right now,
right here.
so,
walk your way
and remember
to play YOUR game,
and we promise
to welcome
you home
once again.
the great game
each
passing
beat slips
the wisdom of solitude
further
away,
consumed by fear, and
hope.
lessons
painted lovingly
or
cruelly seared,
all fade
under the silent passings
of nights inumerable.
a cold hardness
grants succour
until Dawn's
golden smile brushes
past once again.
Take Me Home Again
albion mist
clouds my heart.
I cannot hear the drums.
the might of my fathers washed
away in the myth of history.
I cannot feel the drums.
empty children, wandering
without soul, eternally seeking,
try to guide me through their hell.
they have never heard
the sound of the drums.
they cannot know
the sound of the drums.
the sound of the drums
that will take me home.
the sound of the drums
that can take us home.
midnight riddles
do you
hear
the silence dancing
to
moon's delight?
good,
then it begins.
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