All essence is dust. Faintly forming through sun rays, filtered by hidden vibrations. Like vaporizing fog galloping the hills Rolling wind whistles tunes of Pan My ears are caught in a kaleidoscope. Trying to melt all as one, surrendering to abundance. And birds preform autopsies upon trees. Peeling off bask, playing acrobat upon branch after branch. Through an absence of sound I am waiting for the first human echo that wades this day awake
Eros has rattled my bones waxing your spirit through snakeskin I travelled rotating moons entering realms of Beloved Sharing enticed journey trough eyelids closed beyond numb night Venusian fossiles between space of our heartbeat Until the lotus opened Her loins in waning silence perhaps,never will we breathe deeper than this
I will soon leave or at least I wont be here much anymore For those who have always supported me, I will leave the poems that you liked but i do not wish to participate in this doctrine of hierarchic display how artistically un free this site has become I will proceed my competitions Fare thee well dearest friends and followers be well
Do you say "we" in stead of "I"? Do you have time for cliques? Do you ever force? Do you think every member on this site has an opportunity to participate? Keep it LIGHT and FUN Ignore know that It's ANYTHING but fabricated because you (or others) may not like how it was done. Which was, in all honesty, to the best of our ability for the greater good of the DUP membership.
I cannot say I have recieved the same from you Interpret that however you wish, and thank you for participating. Interpret that however you...
Self proclaimed secret beyond sky line Distilled ink Self proclaimed silence a xylophonic silence Late snowflake travelliing Scar faced knowledge Sea seeks her grey garments Sinking sun Yearning to begin again
Beyond higher octaves songs rain in pores of spring I remember these fields we lay, like seasons on the threshold of night Salving our eyelids with unspoken words feeding flames within At times I heard the baritone of your wolf heart howling at my moon I was forever festered to you, my love Basking in this light Knowing I belonged here morning came too soon
Before entering this world we transform our soul The gramophone plays songs of mutilated destination midwife of Death hatched her eggs Breeding a dark Questionairy of blankness Lament to Humanity where art thou? Does the corset suit you? Can it show the shape of Love? Do you read your own obituaries remembering the scent you bore? Have you ever been a child? Remember the Sun bears stigma of starlight
This wallpaper is dying never having seen the sun light crucifies all dark This life has stained my ears stolen my sight from seeing I am a house without a heart Beyond all sins Dark red rivers I swim for sanity is knocking at my door From these pores, I seek A truth that now has spoken Etched in the gallop of stolen time In the garden of discontent The lilies have withered stigma of scent Falls upon me You are a book of skin You are a book of history ...
By the side of the Sea She gives me glimpses of distance lost Of figures dancing upon mirrors beyond time Through thought I am writing calliographic lines that make the water glisten in orbits of reflection Two white swans answer swimming closer towards me At first glance they offer me their compassion One by one they lower their ivory necks One sips in fresh water The other curls up resting its head upon it`s featheredness From it`s crib the swan beholds me It...