yesterday beckons so sweetly,
longingly calling
to the longing in your heart.
the raw magic
and beauty
of these doubt-filled moments
drown
in
a saccharine sewer of nostalgia and
fear.
Come,
let us taste of tomorrow.
Come
take just one step
with me,
and let us plunge
deep
into the wonder
of eternity.
Category: Lucifer
altar
spinning worlds
within words; and
touching scorching wonder
with soul's
delight:
selfish love, star
fire creation, burn.
burn. burn.
i
luv
u.
Twilight
not so sweet
surrender
into a future
long presumed, yet
still
unexpected.
oblivion calls, and
love
beckons me close.
I long
to be near
again.
delusion
so many secrets stalled
behind serene colored eyes.
courting the unexpected
erupting from within.
a swirling effervescence
veils mystery and intrigue.
mounting fascination,
tempered by increased anticipation,
crushed so quickly,
by some basic ass shit.
and so I move on,
again.
yet,
hope builds once more
yearning
silence
lifts soberly through this long dark night.
the quiet within
crescendos with loss.
yet,
in this mad symphony,
a fugue of hope draws close:
a slip of wind here,
tugs tight at the door-
a sprat of rain there,
slaps gentle to the ground.
Dear Tempest, I see you, so
do come quick,
and howl away this calm
with fury
& audacity, and
what needs yet be done.
i saw you
hiding behind the shadow of yourself,
and I cried, hoping
my soft tears
might rip you from your reality.
But
Here
You
Are,
waiting
for what will
not come.
I miss you,
the you who heard,
and danced
to the wind's song...
the you,
who hear my own song.
the you who dream.
so....I miss you.
Love, Requited
regrets,
I've had a few,
but not
a one
slipped out
because of you.
thaw
somewhere
between the wind
and
shadow,
and
echoing triumphant
against the distance to my heart,
my name rings out,
in a voice that was once my own.
i
close
my
eyes to drift
closer,
and
sink further
into
the shadow of my song.
a soft smile slips:
scorched pleasure,
kindled in fear.
and I whisper back,
hello.
ripples from the sea bitch
faint
joys
gladly forgotten,
pull back the pall
of shadow's final kiss.
sweetly
debilitating;
venomously
intoxicating.
with closed eye
and heart wide
come
recognition
and
lamentable liberation.
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.
theDeprevation 