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The Lady in The Mists - Chapter 1 - Sleeping
The Lady in The Mists - Chapter 1 - Sleeping
And so the lady, rests her head
For if not now, she will soon be dead
Mind racing, her body would be pacing
Is someone here?
Is she crazy?
Lady of desire
Mists like life eternal
Hide fear and the nocturnal
Darkness falls like a shroud over this place
The Monster, the Beast, soon follows
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The Mask (éploré Morte)
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The Lady in the Mists - Part 1 - Prologue
This is the first part of a multi-part poem, feel free to comment
The Lady in the Mists - A Epic Poem Part 1
Prologue
My dreams of one come in glory
She languishes with relentless passion
As if all the shores of Heaven were among me
This is her story
Coming from the mists of Birkenhead England
Although no mortal man could have seen them
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The Ancient Rite
The ancient ritual of love I cherish
Through August light I may be embarrassed
For spirit, love, animal, wild still
We wait passionately, gotta run up that hill
Two lovers left me, one for a friend
And for one I cannot understand twice again.
Yet I can wait as long as it takes me
Even if my heart breaks me
I am ready for life to take me
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Two poems
The Muse’s Cursed Creed
My muse, she sits upon my shoulder
The right words come, either to start war or something colder
Then the blade I use to cut ties
Flowing from the pen, my poetry cannot lie yet it can spy
Still from my will alone,
The birds, like I must fly
Away from subtitled dreams
Into something less acknowledged it seems
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First in a planned daily poem series
This was inspired by a friend who told me to keep writing.
The Stone Pillar
To answer your question I must see what I know
All I do is show but I mustn’t go too far with my criticism
For she is friend to all but none at the same time, a mistress of cynicism
Like Ovid’s metamorphosis she sees one as friend, heretic, smothered lover
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Forgive me child for although you do sing ( Read more... ) -
Warning Call
She spews paranoia with her tongue
Speaks the lies and the truth in disguise.
Fully loaded words of hate
Never know the truth until you ask the siren calling out
Return of dusk to the seven signs
She builds the walls that she designs
My love wont save me
Backbone broken in
Plugged in
Lighting seeps through my skin
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Listen to them all
Listen to the screams of the damned
Screaming for something to understand
Why they suffer
One sleeps without a pulse
The other wishes she could sleep like that
A schizophrenic friend she wishes to help
Knows he can plot to get away with his passion for wildfire
For he has no passion for the one he writes music for
Thinks he has more room in his closet for ( Read more... )