PleiadesOnce there were a thousand wishes falling from the sky,But when I tried to claim them, my words would not comply.Choked upon and gone unspoken they fell to Earth to die,Unformed and nameless lovers' tokens wasted with my sighs.Once there were a thousand stars that shone within your eyes,But now the wishes all were false and all the stars were lies.Once there were a thousand hopes hidden in your face.Now you are as dead as any rock from outer space.
MatchgirlI struck a match and watched it growInto an all consuming glow.Through the window, I discernedThe routes by which the heavens turned,and as the pyre grew in sizeReaching upward to the skies,All around stars fell like snowInto the ragged streets below.Blue and white, their blinding flameWhispered things I cannot name.I saw your soul within the dance.I saw it in the heavens flung.Burning like a thousand sunsIt fell and melted on my tongue.But now my words are numb and cold.What won't be heard can not be told.In the black between the stars,Is that the place that must be ours?where love once burned, it frozen, diesand only vacuum now survives.
CrashTrains of thought crashing,Yesterdays flashing by,I still don't know whyIt came in the night,This short flight to nowhere,To anywhere but here,But now I find an open mindThat's left behind yesterdayDisarrayed in your arms.Is it safe to sayThe part we play is small?Is it safe to sayThe part we play is allFor nothing?On quiet nights I am remindedOf how we're blinded by the world outside,Of how we hide within ourselvesA world that's filled with stars.No holds barred. We dream in solitude,Calamity crashing,Introspective intersectionsOf dawn and dusk.Then, merely a huskI'm left staring into blackness,Just clashing synapsesThat flash at random.Our hearts in tandemCould beat something betterThan this soliloquy,Sing out in splendor,Scratch our names in the dustSurrounding us,Shake the rust from our mettle.Don't let it settle,This whirling stardustBetween our worlds.Just let me crash again.
Sherlock's BeastFace value is the beast's skinStretched thin over conversational context,The do's and don'ts of polite society,Convention's muzzle, my dear Watson.Deeper in we see extendduplicitous differentialities. We deduce,Juxtaposed betwixt the 'tweens and twines,The twirling tines of truth,Those vicious teeth which biteThe hand that feedsAnd feed the mind that needsTo dark digestion.There in lies the lynchpin,What words will never tell,For the devil may well dwell in the detail,But his whispers sound between them.
ButcherMeat before your knifeSkinned and waiting to be slicedLeft danglingHoping you will cut me down instead of up.With strokes both careless and preciseThe blood - the blood that stains your knife
I would have given you my life,But you have taken more.
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G E T T H E E T O A N U N N E R Y
To Yefiri Tou Hronou Το Γεφύρι Του ΧρόνουΜαχητές νικημένοιστο γεφύρι του ΧρόνουΘησαυρός περιμένει,το παιχνίδι του τρόμου.Κρυμμένος κοιτάζω,κρυμμένος κοιτώ,Μα νέος δειλιάζωσ' αυτό το κακόΜια μάχη, μια λέξη,κ
Psalm 119 ProjectAbove all things, O Lord, your Word remainsAnd captures me with sweet refrains:A song of joy and love that never failsAlthough my fading flesh travails--Afflicted by the consequence of sin.Acknowledge me, O God, beginAn awesome work, a miracle, for IAdore and lift your name on high.Both blood and water flow down from his side,Broken now, I turned my eyes and cried.Breathless, ill, and choked with all my tears,Bound by utter impotence and fears.But though the sight is grim, I start to feelBeginnings of a life that lives for real.Before the cross of Him who died for me,Bespattered by his righteous blood, I'm free.Come to rule and then to try us:Christ, the King of earth and sea.Crucified, rejected by us:Christ who seeks us jealously.Calling us to hold his hand:Christ, our Savior, Son of Man.Can we follow, though we sin?Christ forgives and lets us in.Days of defeat are close at hand:Daunted, but I understandDeath as nothing but a thrill,Deigning you as greater s
Cerulean in the Upper SpaceEverything is nothing but a blue abstraction--A mirror of the home once I knew before.Eyes like the ocean wild, a mirror reflection...Wonder I, is this the color of my soul?Pulse it, feel it, the clouds themselves are blue.The fair oblivion is nothing but a deeply profound azul.The body electric sings, and buildings around distortTo some rich cerulean sky beyond the upper Space,The purple ribbons float on alien wings,Dance about my vision as they sing.Come to me, you prophets of forgotten memory,Tell me why you perplex with this unsaid message?Am I insane, or is the world's sanity a delusion?A turquoise mind that floats forlorn in nightmare,To be survived only in the blood millennium old,Passed down by minds from another world.I can't tell if these visions of an electric cityAre of the future, or an eon passed.The cerulean blood screams of memoryThat I never knew I thought I ever had.And then You came, and showed me a way,And now it's more clear than a crystal sky.
Manannan mac LirAncient one rising from the foamocean his homelord of the seahear sailors plea.Commander of winds and thunderbrings souls underguide to the deadbut feel not dread.Tempting kings with offered treasurelife is pleasuretrickster at heartknows magic art.
un basm de moarteînșelătoare-i viața proprieo manifestare mișcătoare tutunul frunzelor vechiîncă emană suflet de soare tăișul ierbii încolțită-n perechiîși pierde ținuta dar nu și ființa nu contează de câte orise taie ce-a crescut cu altă limbă rebuturi false golesc abundențaascunse după podeste înalte nimic nu-i mut pentru suflettotul este energie vitală plantele cresc de le șopteștide-nnegrește vecinul cu detergenți toarnă îngrașă sapă și calcăcu-n tractor uriaș orice șansă microrganismele-s ucisepământul asuprit rămâne sterp peste tot se ucide sub motivedoar Dumnezeu e în povești tu spui că moartea e certădar înșeală decând trăiești© j.w.wal
Raven DreamsThe Raven Mother spoke to mesomewhere between earth and the sky,telling riddles of truth and lieher winter heart longs to be free.On a nightwhen the moonhung heavyyou called my namebefore there wasan us.Like death I was caught in her eyeher feathers fell from the ash treeeach revealing a secret key,she sings a culling lullabye.I gave my answerin visionsweaving dream catchersto send coded messagesI know your heartwill understand.Before my sight Raven vanishes with a smileand you remain standing at my side.
Eye switch shakes beerMe thinks We keepa secretOf Lies and days gone byHarken tothe story Of Shakespeare's evil eyeA magic witches' brew that poisons meand Youshifty eyeball stewCorrupts that whichis TrueThe eye he cast upon methat drives the judgement bushas Torn mefar from YouI no longer bears our trustThe eye that alwaysWatches mefrom shadowin the skyme thinks thisthird eye Spell is castwith onlya Capital 'I'A curse uponthe shaking spearensures this spell Will lingerIf you should seekto find his 'I'His story showsOne finger..!.,:iconslip-and-fall-school:
Where your Soul LivesYour soul does not reside in a specific partYour soul embodies youThe mind controls how your hands workBut not what your hands actually do
Death of a GoldfishTo watery grave I must departBut lose not heartNor give a moanAs I go down the porcelain throne.