The sweetest allure of wildflowers strikes my nerves so critically There is no dismissing it’s call for recognition. A beautiful siren can shipwreck the best captain And a succubus can seduce the most devout holy man. But my undying weakness is that of a responsible woman. Her dainty way of dancing through my head inspires…
Envy In Syracuse
Within the unwelcoming tremors between clashing colossi Resonates the tone of the Peacewalkers; Ones who nimbly tread upon the threads of time Balancing with their tongues like an augur. The faintest reverberations create tsunamis of intimation. Shadows grow more stark and vivid in the falling moonlight. A beacon of judgement rises to make it’s formulation….
Innocence
Delightful and pure is an infants’ laughter They know life is play; comedy and disaster. Their role is one of simple necessity. We are the one’s burdened by increasing complexity; Actors, like that of wood stained by lacquer. 15 January 2018
Treachery
A solemn glare does suppose despair, But a disingenuous grin that one does share Is worse than a curse of fowl intent. It deceives those naive. It misrepresents. Indefinite faces one must beware. 15 January 2018
Peace
Once the amber fades to grey From the shadows does lurch dismay Through the pane it may be seen Is the tranquil fury of this scene Children play before their elders flame 15 January 2018
Grace
She must be the most daintiest gal And I the most luckiest pal; That together we dance, Laugh around as we prance. No two others have been so compatible. 15 January 2018
Forgiveness
How must I remark From this year’s very start I could not have conceived That I would know such reprieve. Mercy has entered my heart. 15 January 2018
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A candle which holds upon its flame With even the weakest of grips Still posses the power to exclaim, “Burn with me world down unto the Styx!” 7 December 2017
Cold Cathedral
Where Hell hath risen Doth emerge a prison Of both ice and fire, Free from desire. Numbing flames They scorch and tame. Now we’re rendered fearless In the face of pain and loss. We hold nothing dear And see nothing to preserve. Now when idols collapse we cheer. What shall befall us next we deserve….
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