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Under a Witches SkyAnd lo there he said: "I am darkness rising"
— ‘an apparition bleeding into a dreaming sky
Distilled in the timbre of windswept voices,
black feathers enchant earth in fevered-song
Magick ebbs & shimmers thru earthen veins,
seething like a migration of hungry wolves
Silvery eyes peer, drinking the ether of souls;
watching the spirit world fold into the mists
And where Shadows and Witches conjure,
— myriad talons beshrew Winter’s prayer

For eons I hath wandered in forgotten lore  
— a sleep walker thru ash & fire, hunting ..
Beneath Moon solemn and drifting,
I covet thy ghostly figure velvet, undressing
Pools of
The Man and the MoonHer mouth corners hung themselves
and I began to wonder if that was the death of them.
A simple, quiet death;
without broken fingernails lining the walls
with the stripes of a despairing end.
I began to ache with the questioning in my heart
with the echoes reverberating in my capillaries
of her face scorching sunshine in her smile
right before it crumpled
and nothing was left but a frowning moon
set firm in its resignation to an upcoming eclipse.
SpeakeasyI can feel you like a phantom,
sensation without touch,
like breath in winter
or a misty mountain morning
that stays with me
until the stars fall in evening.

Your eyes contain the secrets
your lips would dare to betray,
but your body tells the story
and I am trying
to read between the lines
of your paperback smiles.

A grazing touch, a covert glance,
the memories remain
as skin grows warm and red
beneath lying fingertips
that claim incidental contact
a thousand times a day.

Of course,
it's not the kind of thing we say
when we are speaking
without talking and feeling
without touching
and thinking without knowing...

       all of the things
Dandelion QueenI dream of the ocean;
that paper-thin line where
the current swallows the stars
and the water churns violet

(you tell me to be
quiet,

dandelion queen, we've
heard all these words before)

tonight
I will sleep heavy
and wake a few hours before dawn,
only to forget my name

my wave-weathered heart will cry,
I will cry (my biggest fear
is drowning in too many
of my own weighted words

you tell me to be
quiet
so I can hear the world breathe)

I want to go home
Overgrown ColorsRed like blood on a rose.
White like bone and stars.
Black like reclusiveness.
Green like dead air.
Orange like the savage instinct.
Purity like a god's heart.
Red like thawing hatred.
White like a frozen, severe cry.
Black like the night's deprived shadows.
Green like the wind in the grass.
Orange like the light in the shadows.
Purity like the sun rising.
So discharging through the moon in a wheeze is like luminous white, dispersed red.
WindowsHere am I, repeated,
and beyond waits everything
but everything is more
than I can bear.

I am not built for altitude
nor looking far afield;
groves and granite-sided mountains
stop my gaze

like rest for every tired wing;
a cover in the coldest time
snugged up beneath my chin.

Windows nothing more,
but safe lies there behind them
as the chambered hours pass;

safe sleeps there behind them
on the soft side of the glass.
We Can't Be Together.Every kiss you plant on my lips,
Takes a little bit of my soul away.

You're stealing the passion,
You're invading my heart,
And killing what emotion I've left untouched.
Stop this.
I can't love you.

I've tried to before,
Oh my god,
Have I tried.

Tried to unlock the doors to myself,
Tried to open up,
And let you in.
But as soon as I took one look,
Negativity took it's opportunity,
And struck the hot iron I'd been molding.

Every word you mutter
My knees falter under
You're killing me

You're my kryptonite  
I'm your paradise
But in this odd peace that seems to be approaching
I can't find happiness.

We aren't meant to be together
But this
Poet as PainterThe world
Your dusty palette,
The pen
Your muddied paintbrush:

Dip into
The impossible
Colour
Of imagination

And stain
The pristine slate
With an
Image distilled.
BoyfriendI thought you were good.

You WERE good.

You played with my hair.

You held me when I cried.

You were a gentleman.

You made me laugh.

You kissed me.

You loved me.

I loved you.

It was then that I learned the truth.

The dirty, rotten, stinking truth.

About you!

You cheated.

You played with her hair.

You kissed her.

You loved her.

You made her laugh.

I saw you – don’t you dare deny it.

I saw you giving her that love.

That same love you gave me.

I break up with you.

You don’t even seem to care.

Did you ever love me at all?

Or was it only ever her?

Much later, you’ll realize what a mistake you made.

I
with thanks to frosttwo roads diverged in a soulless dawn
and you pull over,
idling on the shoulder of route 50.
it's a polaroid morning and
the world is as grainy
and sleep-heavy
as your eyes,
and one million miles
is not far enough.
it plays back, filmstrip,
blurred along the length of
optic nerves,
and here you are:
facing a choice between
on
and
out.
and this?
this loosejointed, hollowbodied
weightless ache--
this is what
gone
feels like.
Dry Spell   I am immobilized by time.
by the idea that it is somehow slipping,
  fleeting,
        evaporating
              through the cracks of
      my fingers and high

             above my head.
  I am terrified by the incessant notion
that no combination of thoughts,
    words,
         silences,
              or actions
   could possibly satiate it.

I realize only now that it can never be filled:
     all which is tossed into it is swallowed in haste
              or stretched
                       so far
           that it dissolves into non-being.
 I find that I am caught within its furrows
much like the words it devo
untitledGold abundant at your feet,
Heart ripe and pumping on your sleeve,
And eternal admiration;
To say happiness has evaded you
Would be asylum-esque lunacy
For you have nothing to lose,
Fate is on your side,
The odds are in your favor infinitely
Do not waste the gift you’ve received
You Don't Know ItYou don't know it, but you kept me sane
I nearly went over the edge
With a knife in one hand and a gun in the other
But you grabbed me
Pulled me back on my own two feet
Emptied my hands
And when you realized that I couldn't stand on my own
You hugged me
Like a mother would do for her child
Like a friend would do for, dare I say, another friend

You don't know it, but when you saved me
I felt free
I felt wanted
I felt needed
I felt, dare I say, loved

You don't know it, but when you showed me kindness
I fell in love
In love with your kindness
That same sweet kindness you saved me with
It felt like I found a new home
One that I could be, dare
Pull Her Hair/Stare At The StarsThe ghosts have crashed their ship
on the other side of town,
you can see it from the second floor
all the way over here.
You can see the white clouds
rising from the wreck
and a nova of heat, a big bright
nova of warmth pulling the moths and wolves
out from the woods (with their noses up and searching).
You can smell the yearning like bees
leaving the hive, like the grizzly brown bears
on the jagged white mountains (concrete and imposing).
They call it fear,
but I see these ghosts
scrambling up into the sky
and I like to think it's
something different entirely.
clicheTo those who hold bird bones
on the edge of their limbs,
there are dissipated lungs
filled with skies
longing for pillars of fire
rather than bottled souls
kept in the brink of captivity
too big for sparrows.

To those with the cancer
of building and rebuilding
their minute sentences
into salt-shaken metaphors,
sometimes a whisper
trying to be a rhapsody
will never be the same as
a declaration,
an aubade on it's own.

To those who empty
their ash trays
like cremated dust onto
salivating pores and
two cents of syllables weeping
by your windowsill,
there's sand in your mouth.
sand so red that oxygen
will mistake it for blood
so your words wi
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I and WeWe like that word
"we"
It gives us strength in solidarity
even when there isn't any there
We like the validation
the sense that we're not alone anymore
We like feeling good
and there's no good to be felt with "I"
"I" is weak, "we" is strong
so we don't ever speak for ourselves
Because we know better
nobody changed anything alone
We can change anything

Sometimes I wonder
when there's nobody to watch me
If I want to pretend to be a we anymore
Futile (Aleksander Solonik)It was futile, he was told.
Fortier controlled a huge part of this city. He was untouchable. He was too powerful.
Alexander Solonik, alias Johnny Slick, quietly loaded the magazine with ammunition.
But then, it was futile to try to purge Moscow of Nosferatu. The last team to try were annihilated. And yet, he had. He'd killed every last one. Even the boss, who'd slipped under observation, and the fool Bratok who should have known better let the worm in, believing him a Revenant.
The clip full, now, he cleaned the Skorpion. A useful tool. He'd used it in Moscow, too.
It was futile to try to escape that warehouse they'd trapped him in. He'd left
Long GoneThere's always going to be a space
A hole in each sunny day
A gap in long walks through the woods
You didn't want it this way

There's something will be missing
A tear in space from time
There's a rip in every cooling breeze
A snag in every line

There's a hole that shouldn't be
In everything.
To an Impeccable GentlemanTo an impeccable gentleman, a man of great class,
Who views himself low, worthless, and crass:

Dear sir, I know times may be bleak
I know you're on a losing streak
I know that life seems rather blank
I know you're sick of all things dank

But sir, remember what you are:
A poet, traveling near and far
Highest highs and deeper depths
Muffled gasps and shortened breaths
Yours is the realm of dream itself

You may think you've no ounce of skill
No gram of talent, wish yourself ill
But I assure you, my dear friend
Life is far from its dark end

You've got plenty time to mend.
The Unusual DreamDreamt of shadows in the rain;
Twisted knots of blinding pain

The smell and breath of honeybees
and millions of writhing casualties

Broken bodies, blankets warm.
Ships rended apart by storm.

Of a million melancholies
Hopes dashed, and gambler's follies

In that dark a light arose,
Night gave way, ceasing its blows

A star in morning, wondrous light
Will I follow it tonight?

Will I submit without a fight?
Little WormWrithe away you little worm

Soon I’ll get to watch you burn

When the die is cast from night

Your fate’s to be set alight

-

You may cry, you may plead

You will not ever be freed

When the die is cast tonight

We’ll take you without a fight

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Can't Have Forever

:iconowari999:

"Nothing lives forever",
Says the crier with a sigh
For once he spoke the truth,
Fed up with all of the lies
-
"Nothing lasts forever",
The dreamer's eyes agape
You can't fix everything
With nails, bolts, or tape
-
"No one loves forever",
The widow softly sings
A grave now long-forgotten
No visitors it brings
-
I yearn for forever,
But I can't even have then
I aim too high and crash on down
And start it all again
:iconowari999:
Despair is an all-too-common companion, present when no others are.
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~Michel-le-fou Jan 18, 2013
By nature of a critique, two things struck me at once. The former is the use of repeated phrases for emphasis. That was broken by the last stanza, which I liked too. We all yearn but we can't get. The second detail is there is a lyrical sound to it that could be good Blues/jazz rhythm, and I wonder whether you thought about that or not. It was altogether a refreshing and tender work.
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~Owari999 Jan 18, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I appreciate your input! I very much enjoy cycle-breaking as a literary tool, and I felt it worked especially well with this piece, so I am glad to see I'm not alone in thinking so. The rhythm this is written to is something I've had in the back of my brain for years, with no origin I can recall.

Thanks again for the commentary!
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~Michel-le-fou Jan 18, 2013
Sure! It was really swell.
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~JesterDK Jan 17, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
I like it.

It's just too bad that I hate you now. You knew this wouldn't last forever. Hahaha
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~Owari999 Jan 18, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Curse your inevitable betrayal.
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~JesterDK Jan 19, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
"Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal!"

I hope you were referencing. Hahaha
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~Owari999 Jan 20, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I was referencing a reference to firefly. I know enough to know that's what it's from, but still haven't seen ot.
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~JesterDK Jan 21, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
That quote is from the first episode, so I thought you started watching it recently or something. Got all excited. I was going to drop ALL KINDS of Jayne quotes on you. Hahaha
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~StevenAlister Jan 16, 2013  Hobbyist Artist
You... Are awesome
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~Owari999 Jan 18, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I appreciate your flattery.
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