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. Death Song.
Singing to me a symphony of death
The strain in 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 lose their tune
As I'm sitting here so empty in this prison, my room

This song is now reaching the end of it's time
Nothing to leave for you but this poorly writ rhyme
But hope goes out for the one who do care
Because in your heart my music is there... the things we find at the bottom of a cava bottle(AUDIO in comments below)

the 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. :thumb363867954: 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 &