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The Twilight and The NightOh, TwilightThe Twilight and The Night by ~Kay-March
thy Darkened Bride is arrived
crowned with the Jewels of the Night.
Leave for her the lukewarm Light
of thy cloak of coloured rainbows
weaved after the tears of clouded skies.
Never was, the mirrored Moon, so bright
with fearless sails, unfurled
might love be as endless as her embrace.
*K
MARCH
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The Winter Hunti. Ice
In the first evening glow
of twilight
the hard crush of our tired boots
against the roads black-ice
gives off tiny echoes, reverbing as
we move with reverence
in slow steps
towards
the distant hunting cabin,
the chimney smoke
beckons us,
its low white wisps
call us home.
ii. Evening
Dragging the limp
bloodless deer
towards the smokehouse
the dogs are scouting ahead
their pink tongues panting misty breaths
into the fading light
and above us
a spray of Winters
first milky stars light us,
guide us,
the smell of venison
hits our throats,
wets our mouths.
iii. Moon
A deep-still night of cool air
we sit staring and smoking
by t
Wild RiversGrandfather:
Boy, come read wild rivers with me,
learn more than those books can teach.
Boy was young.
i.
Grandfather had skin
of the baobab tree
and knew of muddy oyster banks
where fleshy pearl houses hid,
how best to clutch and gouge them,
knew patterns of mullet mouths
when they kissed the surface
of deep pools
how they differed from the shimmering chaos
that were whiting schools
down by the rivers flaky delta.
ii.
Before sun or at dusk
among wisps of woven water
they would venture,
dodging mosquito swarms by feel of air
against humid skin,
and in darkness boy learnt
how the rivers midnight can show
t
Painting NightsDear Emma,
The truth is I'm not a painter.
The truth is I followed you here from that flower shop on Whitmore Street, two and a half months ago. Please, keep reading.
You actually took my breath away when I glimpsed you holding a bunch of lilies in your slender hands at the flower shop counter. You stunned me. That's never happened to me before. I was watching you turning the bouquet left to right, you seemed in awe of the flowers' beauty. Your eyes, your perfect smile, the way you held yourself. It was not a conscious decision to follow you here. I think I was in a trance. I know how it looks; I know it sounds like a
EdificeSuch a word
Edifice – daunting, sound, secure
A lasting image, the pillar of some magnificent past
A monument from a time beyond withered memory
A woman, her labors passing
Build – build it well
Defy the ravaging decay of mortar
and mortals passing
if you can.
(You can’t)
A man, his seed secured
Foundations crack – slender, patient roots divide
Carvings wrought of wind and rain
Displacing those, the craft of men
Thus
The proud ages’ vital witness dims
A child…
A child?
Yes, build there
Outlast the weary works of old
Edify young minds, build the bridges of curiosity
Fuel the fires of
What Cause PrevailsSuch things have held a purpose once
The great Kahn, his hoards in hunger gnawing
Soft ends off fowl's bones and sucking their marrow;
To supplement wild onions and things rooted from the earth.
They made great piles of humble bones,
To heap beside those broader brows – having died in war
Small skulls will plant a greater fear than that of noble foe;
Easing wiles of conquering bands as tributes piled in stead
Such things useful, too little thought of innocents
For greater cause – and no regret
Children of the passing Tzar, wards of England's throne
Purging seed of tottering nobles, citizens extolled
More cultured found them usef
Autumn DaysAutumn days and autumn ways
Have not yet held their sway
Though morning chill
Would linger still
The Sun puts forth bright rays
Dew will dance on blades of grass
As each creature ambles past
Traversing glistened hills
It will not last - as shadows cast
Old Sol's the stronger will
Enter Hedgewick
As the three of them entered the back gate to an exquisite garden, Storyteller walking a few steps ahead, Cat and Olive walking step for step together, Olive let out a little gasp:
The Garden was like something out of a fairytale. Dark green bushes that seemed to reach sky high shot from the dark earth, the leaves seeming to dance healthily in the sunlight, reflecting the golden sun, making them give a sort of glow. The strong fragrance of flowers made her nose itch. Each smell was different and sweet, and exotic, and Olive half wanted to run through the garden and sniff all of the flowers individually, like a kid in the park.
One of the fl
War Woundthere's a war wound in my chest
that I cradle in my heart
and nurse it with parables
but,
it never,
never grows up.
sometimes I feed it vanities,
a glass of Scotch or two
but in the morning's residue
it reflects no summer truths.
there's a war wound in my chest
which sought shelter in my soul
now it lies as an attic masterpiece
for the years to unfold
the colours have aged with me
rubric to rust to puce
and this work of art upon my heart
is but
for the artist's eyes.
there's a war wound in my chest
which fell our company
but I who saw the shot and shell,
know it well indeed.
for he assigned us nameless,
no rank, no
Museshe was an immaculate understanding of beauty
and made art blush a thousand times,
and the painter's brush
and the sculptor's spurl
could never quite possess her,
even in their minds.
she retired to Colmar and Vienna
never resting, never testing
the waters of time,
although they say she adored Florence
and left more men doting
than Tuscan mothers did bear,
and Cupid wept all of Styx
when his noxious darts
fluttered not lips or hearts.
she chanced upon Zhou in Zhaoge
and left his soul in want of want,
and all his queens could not delight
the wanton thirst of Jahangir.
and so pleasured yet, and yet untouched,
the virgin maid of Gaia's cr
Normal Is Not ArtArt is not normal; if it is it is not Art.
So what is normal? we are when born,
not when manmade things adorn us
with picked up opinions, addictions,
the thoughts of Man slinging mania,
these aesthetic sparkly Band-Aids
on an already-beautiful face & body,
or Music that integrates a personality
in everyone's moment(s) it entices.
This isn't normal; it's all a work of Art!
December HueA single chirp in the unperturbed sky,
Not much to see, not much to feel,
Not much to hear, the lark sings "no fear",
As it flew a solitary flight, a willful fight,
Dauntless in winds cold and sharp,
Zealous in song and a song in mirth,
Of hope, as a merciless sleet
Swept across immaculate streets.
Desolate imprints on the snow,
Of a desolate gait; Not much to lead,
Not much to follow, he sauntered onto morrow,
To paths yet undecided, footsteps soon to be lost,
In the incessant, grumpy frost, not a soul
To disrupt the cold harmony; the wind's laments,
Sweep the destitute aside, the fallen to the grave,
Lay a path anew, an imma
When Shadows o' Darkness Caressed the SkyWhen shadows o' darkness caressed the sky
A grey envelope casted that bled faith dry
Despair's con trol leaving only blissful sighs
As the damned a tone for the brave men who died
Saving their kind in fighting Draco deified
"The battle is futile!" they moaned and cried
But their kind were led astray by vandals who lied
"Draco resides on the Mount - Kill him, vilified!"
Alas, they were wrong - bodies litter the rye
While good men, in vain, prayed for those who died
When shadows o' darkness caressed the sky
Music is my everything
Music is my everything
Music is my soul, my life
I listen intently, feeling
as calm as the oceans surface
Music is my friends, My family
its my lullaby, our loving song
I will die saving those people
who I regaurd close to in my life
Music saves me, never lets me go
I sing along, to unknown words
Bu the makes me feel real
Im not a dream, like a person
Music saves my soul, my life,
I live for my friends, my family,
they are my everything,
they are my life, my soul,
my headphoneless music,
I will protect them
with my own life.
Music is the soul,
I will listen intently,
singing along to unknown words
set my spirit free
SET MY SPIRIT FREE
I beg of to stop evil thee
I want my spirit set free
It's caught in a bottle
full of darkness and evil
I beg you to leave me be
Please let my spirit free
I don't want to be hurt
I don't want to see a face
with you're twisted evil
My spirit need revival
face of hatred is thee
LET MY DYING SPIRIT FREE
Forever alone
Forever alone
On dark path i wander
under the watchful eye of the moon
I walk and ponder
I hope to see a end to the eternal darkness soon
Forever alone in the darkest hole
my only companion is the moon
With no here with me
i walk the path of depression
on a dark path i watch in wonder
At the nothingness ahead of me
the silence is sad and nothing is heard
accept the pounding of my heart
and the gental thumping of my footsteps
Forever alone in the darkest hole
my only companion is the moon
my heart has a hole where love should go
But i'm all alone in a world of emptiness
Framed[ I met him at the county fair.
It wasn't like the songs predicted;
I had mud up my shins and he
had grass in his hair. What a mess. ]
[ I kissed him at my grandma's house.
He swallowed me and digested me;
I became a part of his simmering self.
We fused together, and I died. ]
[ I married him in a triangular church,
When I turned up in white he grinned
and whispered "what, no muddy knees?".
I put a leaf from my bouquet in his hair. ]
[ He kissed her at my grandma's house.
She had left it to us when she passed.
In the house where I'd learned about love
he taught me all I know about betrayal. ]
[ He left me at the train station.
I'd helped
The Scream Of SilenceThe Scream Of Silence
I was so lost
Felt so alone
Solitude's frost
Biting the marrow of my bone
And there you came
Reached out your hand
You're all the same!
This broken heart will never mend...
Chorus:
When will it stop?
The scream of silence in my ears
I had to drop
Your lies to protect myself from tears...
With joy you came
And when you left you ruined my life
You played your game
In my heart I still feel your knife
I was so scared
To let you close
I hoped you cared
It all was just an empty pose
I needed you
You said you'd stay
My heart was true
You killed it slowly day by day
Chorus:
So here we go -
I closed
58. Kick in the HeadThat's what I get,
When I try to look at you
Just get off your high heels,
I ain't your fool.
Follow me on this path
For it's worth taken
Gotta look out for more,
Godspeed, awaken.
A kick in the head
For you feel so special
Puny word and poem,
You are my creation.
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