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New Poetry!!! [Mar. 5th, 2007|04:40 pm]
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The muse is being a little vengeful today - she has been growling and snarling at me today, forcing thoughts into my head which - in the case of some - are probably left untouched, unsaid.

Having said that, though, here are four new poems for your reading (dis)pleasure.

PassionCollapse )

Not WorthyCollapse )

The Mask Of SisterhoodCollapse )

Murdered?Collapse )
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Another new poem... [Mar. 5th, 2007|01:33 pm]
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The moon rises over the pallid sea and
The silvery mist of the meadows –
Silently one by one,
In the infinite meadows of heaven,
Blossoms the lovely stars –
The forget-me-nots of the angels

Her level rays, like golden bars
Lie on the ground below
An eerie green with
Wild shadows cast in brown in between.
Silver white the waters gleam,
As if Artemis herself,
In enpassioned dreams,
Has dropped her silver bow
Down upon the quiet earth.

A very soft spirit worships -
One lovers know and love so well –
Whose influence over
All tides of soul has true power, and
Who lends a pale light to
Rapture and despair;

The glow of hope and wan hue of sick fancy
Are each reflected within the mirror of slivered rays
Lighting the path of meeting or of parting love -
Illuminating the mingling of and
The breaking of hearts one in the same…
An ethereal smile enthroned in beauty.

In the same breath,
The governess of floods -
Pale in her anger –
Washes all the air
That rheumatic diseases do abound.

Through this fit of temper,
We do see the seasons alter
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New Poetry [Mar. 4th, 2007|12:46 pm]
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My muse, the vengeful little bitch that she is, is stirring there in my mind right now. She hasn't decided whether or not her presence needs to be forceful today, but it has inspired this...

The Muse

There, in the thicket,
Can you see it?
A half-wild beast supping on
A half-cooked stew,
Lingering close to the clearing
Yet not quite willing to enter.

Drawn in by the stench of
Eagerness and hope,
It releases a gut-wrenching snarl and
Moving ever closer with
A gleam and a dare in its eye.

Do you have what it takes –
The depth of faith;
The constitution and patience to
Go as far as needed –
To tame the beast…
To train this thing?

The stench of a still life,
A snapshot of some story
Rattling about in your head,
Draws the beast ever closer –
Snarling, drooling, and
Ready for battle.

Suppositions, superstitions and
Half-finished stories –
The fruit of your imagination –
Is the stuffs of which
The beast creates and cooks
Its nightly repast.

Do you possess it –
The patience and passion necessary to
Tame the beast…
To tame your muse so that
You can put pen to paper and
Clear your wild mind?
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Damn my muse - when she wants something, you must listen! [Feb. 18th, 2007|04:00 pm]
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Innocently EvilCollapse )

GuiltCollapse )

ExcessCollapse )

The PotionCollapse )

ManCollapse )

SinCollapse )

Mortal CoilCollapse )

If There Is A GodCollapse )

Bella LunitaCollapse )
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The muse is in control yet again! [Feb. 18th, 2007|10:54 am]
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A harmonious voice of creation
An echo of the invisible world
An outburst of the soul

A moral law which gives
Soul to the universe;
Wings to the mind;
Flight to the imagination;
Charm and gaiety to
Life and everything.

The art which is most apt to
Give way to tears and memory.

That which washes away from the soul
The dust of everyday life.

It speaks what cannot be expressed,
Soothes the mind, yielding to rest;
Heals the heart, making it whole again;
Flows from heaven to the soul.

It causes us to dance -
For laughter and tears;
Hopes and dreams;
Fears and madness;
Love and lust.


To stop the flow of music would be akin
To the stopping of time itself –

Music is enough for a lifetime,
But one lifetime is not enough for
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*gasp* Guess what? Another new one! [Feb. 18th, 2007|10:13 am]
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Mortality in the Key of E

A man who know he will not die is
A young man.
Kept young by the knowledge that
Death shall have no dominion,
Nothing’s as hard as
Watching that die.

Who knows
The pain of death better –
He who gasps his final breath or
We who must breathe
The foul air of
His decomposition?

Who bears the greater burden –
The cold bones of
The dead man in his coffin or
The spine of
The pallbearer carrying his load?

No one knows this burden better than
We who have seen so many pass.

If we’re going to die,
We should make it count for
Something –
Make a stand.
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Sometimes the muse... [Feb. 18th, 2007|12:02 am]
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is a vengeful, spiteful little bitch who refuses to let go - especially when she feels she's been neglected for oh so long.

What Of LoveCollapse )

Deadly ContemplationsCollapse )

Immortal PrisonCollapse )

DesiresCollapse )

Broken ToysCollapse )

FallingCollapse )

FamilyCollapse )

The Chill Of WinterCollapse )

Hellish AlchemyCollapse )

St. ValentineCollapse )

LoveCollapse )

GhostsCollapse )

RevengeCollapse )

*sits back, panting and exhausted - yet bathed in an afterglow*
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Another New One - It's Been a Busy Night [Feb. 17th, 2007|11:50 pm]
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Who should have lived forever,
Living their last?
Who would ever believe that
They would die?

Life is the enemy we cannot defeat,
Only to cling like parasites on
The living flesh of the universe.

Life will always find a way to
Cheat death,
Hoping that we’re not noticed and
Brushed away with
A flick of the hand.

Life is a gift –
As sweet as the freshest peach,
As precious as a gilded jewel.

You will come back –
You MUST come back!
It is your destiny, and
Destiny will not be trifled with.

For we must never forget
What we are –
Or from whom we came.

This is our lifeblood;
Our nourishment.
Without it we wither and
Become nothing.
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New Poetry - haven't posted in ages [Feb. 17th, 2007|11:43 pm]
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Midnight's Passioned Plea

His voice was
Silken whispers
In the small hours of the night and
Rolled over me like
A warm lip of ocean –
Pleasurable, caressing.
His lips were velvet;
His tongue a quick wetness.
His breath was hot and sweet
As he whispered into my ear,
“Your pulse I taste like
Cherries on my tongue.
You have taken
My small gift
And polished it ‘til it shone –
Yet your own great gifts
You throw away.
I ran away from your love, and
Now I run towards it so
Let me be covered in your
Silken chains.
Tie me down and
Let me drown in your
Sweet flesh.”
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time to get gray [Feb. 15th, 2006|12:55 pm]
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[mood |blankblank]
[music |US Government-Black Rebel Motorcycle Club-Take Them On, On Your Own]

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