Visions to behold # 6
Hey everyone! I'm back and I just thought I should update my journal with some amazing new pieces. I hope you enjoy this new feature!
As always, I love you all!!
The artists featured here have been listed in no particular order:
HomecomingThe dead do not need a homecoming
or an invitation -
they do not wait at the door
to be let in
or cross the threshold
with crossed fingers
and a prayer.
They do not wear their best clothes -
no poplin suits
or brocade skirts
to catch upon the lintels
or dust the marble floors.
They will not dine
upon your crusts
or marrow bones or salted eggs
nor steal the heavy coins
from out beneath the rugs .
They'll only tarry
in the hall
and make soft moan
amidst the wind
wondering why you turned
their faces to the wall
and put out
your best china.
Deaths Song.Singing to me the symphony of death
The strain on my body with every last breath
Draining my life a soul torn apart
Needing only time with this slow beating heart
The tune of my soul is dying within
This aging carcass is wearing so thin
Notes of life will soon loose their tune
As I sit here so empty in this prison my room
This song now reaches the end of it's time
Nothing to leave you but this poorly writ rhyme
But hope goes out for the one who does care
Because in your heart my music is there...
chances areflowers on her hair
his gracious words
unspoken
like fingertips
like sunrays
like a breeze
that bustles by
for just a dance
a song
a chance..
to dream again
and get it right.
the things we find at the bottom of a cava bottlethe things we find at the bottom of cava bottle
mea culpas fizzle into the depth of a bottle:
gnawing at her brow the bubbles burst, feather-like
fingers grasping the wind, caressing birdless flocks
rolling high above lips and thighs and ass seas
drenched in salt, echoing within the dark
noon’s blossoms finally escaping
the storms of bleak breathless carbon -
shelter found
-SophieCT, 7 april 2013
Day .098.
EmbraceEmbrace
I came from a church
arrogant judging the world on my perch
then found myself one friday in search
in search for the cup that I never drank from
confused while showed off dressing up to go there
but locking my door, that I soon opened burning in my veins
down to the lower part of the lights in a city that hungers us
ordered a drink feeling out of place or kind of lacking
lights and drinks then the music with women who smelled so good
and the heat was building from a fire I was told I could not have
if I wanted a passion that rolled me over to feed would make me bad
then I found myself ordering a drink from a man at the bar with a sm
Forever the RavenousBeyond the veil hallowed, I am Witches blood & wine;
flame of throne, soothsayer & death, magick seething
Come hither; drink me dark'n divine
Whispers of Night's harvest, ravenous in twilight eerie;
— tongues of Crows in gothic serenade
Poised in wilderness shadowed, I beseech thee:
"O' darkest Love, seek me in decay, dripping from thy lips"
Incantations of the Moon glisten from mine eyes ...
Seraphic-winds undress Demons in the trees;
— dreaming streams o'er Nature's breast
Black-feathered-Priests covet my nocuous splendor
— For I am Winter's nocturne —
a dark-mantra, salivating on the edge of the world
And so she peered into
The aether weaverOn the web there is
a young fairy
transforming words
into moon
fragments
Sur la toile il y a
une jeune fée
qui transforme les mots
en éclats de
lune
Frantz, april 2013 / Happy birthday Zean :rose:
BalanceThe Harmony of Yin and Yang
Balance
Yin
Shadow held in light
Pearl moon singing silently
Dreaming in the night
Yin-Yang
Night slowly fading
Daylight quietly blooming
Clouds sailing along
Yang
Flickering candle
Illuminating the path
Opening the dark
Retreatsunshine battles rain
birds cry a warrior's song
winter sighs, leaving
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