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Lord of the DanceI'm a sun pillar
in natarajasana
captivating clouds
B reathing in a cosmic love spel L
L eave all negativity & just let g O
O pen up the pores of your spiri T
O utcast melancholy by an adie U
M elodic mornings of serene blis S
I ntimacy with a totality of lazul I &
N ights filled with a calm veridia N
G reet you to a twilight of kisme T
L ose the handcuffs of daily rus H
I n the knowledge you stand fre E
K iss the earth in dancing hoove S
E xcuse the past, don't look bac K
A ccept yourself

Dancing TigressBeautifully fierce - that's what she was.
Skin so golden, yet eyes so black.
Ribbons of mango hung in her hair,
cascading down the arch of her back.

Some called her a vision of fairness,
with jangles of bangles on her wrists.
Others saw her as an exotic prowler,
stealing the night with the sway of her hips.

But when she felt the world around her,
listening to the soul of a beating drum,
she knew her spirit was quite infused,
a girl and a tigress all in one.

GodHis ethereal legacy to accept all
As we are presume to believe
Further my soul falls
Until my sins are to be reprieved

Rising to the light
Watching the world crumble
Feeling love despite
My black marked legacy to be humble

Damned to Hell for my human ways
As I feel the fire cook my skin
The mistakes I've made in dark days
None can cleanse my sins

Letter to the MoonInk swirls waltz beside angelic swans.
An empty season's breeze beckons it along.

The flatness of parchment,
on which I spilt my tea,
took flight as feathered down
off the coast - into the sea.

A flirtatious lick from burning salt
melts faulty calligraphy from my throat.

The forbearance of darkness,
a blanket-less night,
cuts down on my countenance
off the shore - into the sky.

A song of secrets from starry fae.
Heart's emissaries raise on silver tray.

The winter-grey of silk,
on callous tapestry,
mirrors your love for The Sun,
off your smile - onto me.

The Church VicarThe Church Vicar

The bells they rang in the old church steeple
Not a soul bode inside the cathedral
The Books they lay unread by a people
Save the Vicar in will to beseech all

The world had left his church for lusts of flesh
Only he on Sunday heard the sermon
In his kirk he wrote with the Lord to mesh
In this ministry he longed to warn man

His life of the cloth was unrewarding
To a conviction of worldly villains
Still he reaped wherever His Sword shall be
By the passion of Evangelism

Through the Lord you will not want succession
To His Kingdom by humble profession

"For therein is the righteousness of God revealed from faith to faith: as

WeaknessWeakness - Am I Not Stronger?

Another foolish decision;
Another lesson learned.
Another love lost;
Another scar earned.

But I'll be okay...
Right?

Another seclusion from the world,
Another pause in life.
Another need to be alone,
Another slowly healing strife.

But I'm fine...
Right?

Am I not stronger than this pain?
Am I not mature enough to be
Alone, without that special one
I simply don't yet need?...

No. No... I'm not.

My mortal heart cries out in agony:
I need to be loved.

Only Human - Weakness

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Not TodayIt's hard to talk about something
When your tongue keeps taking tumbles
And your mind keeps going numb,
Gumming up the works
Filling up your head with sand
As you go
Down
Down
Down...

And there goes the tangent again.
A thought that slips and slides
Like a fish through water
Or a bird through air.
I'll catch it one day.
Know what to say.
Know how to broach the subject to myself.
But not today.
Today it slips away
Like sand.

A Hole Lot of NothingEmptiness sits heavy
And will sit heavier when it fills your chair,
The cut out of a man
Cut out of emptiness.

My words are empty.
My thoughts go empty.
My heart is heavy
When I think upon that empty.

Empty air is all we are
Empty error
Empty heirs
Emptying into emptiness.

SpringtimeGreen lace on brown ground
and all around there is sound
of falling water

JanisThere was a queen of rock n' soul,
Crowned with beads and blooms,
And all her subjects trembled at her voice,
And every word she spoke
Came from a hole inside her heart,
And flames just kept floodin out of it,
Cause there is a fire inside every one of us,
And hers kept burning through the dirt
Even after - the day she died.

Janis
Oh sweet Janis
Don't you know that you're long dead,
So why do all your songs keep on livin in my head?

A wailing wild flower,
Brilliant in her plainess,
In her summertime with kosmic blues.
Voice raw from singin out
Herself in all her hues
Throwing you a piece of her heart
Whether you wanted it

Drink'n it DownGlub Glub.
Drink it down.
Half Full.
Half Empty.
Gone.

Vodka
Whiskey
Gin and Rum
Tequila
Beer and wine

Loss comes in many flavors.

We come in many flavors.

Life - It drinks us down.

And we're
Half full
Half empty
Gone

A Dickle of a PickleRearrange my heart and make it fickle,
or hone it out of stone or hardened bone.

Make me colder than an icy sickle,
And harvest all the sorrow that I've grown.

Make my temper sour as a pickle,
and leave me here to stew in what I've sown.

I have no wish to feel my conscience tickle,
So make it dead so I can be alone.

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Epitaph

by ~VetchVespers, Jun 26, 2009, 1:42:06 PM
Literature / Poetry / Spiritual / Traditional Fixed Forms

If my lack is what you grieve
I offer to you this reprieve
Either I was always here
Or else for me you should not fear

Epitaphby ~VetchVespers

Literature / Poetry / Spiritual / Traditional Fixed Forms

This is for

's [link] Epitaph challenge. It's so wonderfully morbid, how can you resist?

And the best part is, I'll be dead, so no one can ask me what the hell this means!

~PrettyCrazy Jun 7, 2010 Hobbyist Writer

~Piscesandthediamonds Jul 2, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

loved it

~VetchVespers Jul 2, 2009 Student General Artist

Thankyou, and thanks for the

Now I just need to find a headstone!

!lordbeazy Jun 26, 2009

An amusing head-scratcher indeed. Have a nice death!

One of out dead commedians had this on his headstone - 'I told you I was ill!'

~VetchVespers Jun 27, 2009 Student General Artist

I like that.

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