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Vanilla CranesVanilla Cranes

The light of day cuts pretty masks
Out of stuff way too colourful
And glues them on faces of men
Who then stomp chessboard with their feet

In brothels red lanterns do shine
Gates there kept open, welcoming
Children to find their way back home
To the tower of Babylon

Pockets and wallets resonate
With choirs and gospels of the change
Dreaming of freedom and revenge
Who lives by coin, by coin shall die

You ask me "Why do birds have wings,
When sons of mortal men can fly...?"
I guess we humans aim too high
Before sun laughs us in the face

So is there any happy place
Except for our enchanted realm
Where love with

Heartbeat Of A TreeHeartbeat Of A Tree

Your eyes reflect the day
Full of green and red silence
So similar to regular
Heartbeat of a tree

There's no place for love
In cuckoo's nest
And only a little of compassion in passion
Meant to just feed senses

For the world change is the driving power
And it drives me wild
To see you showing your true colours
You, the prey that hunts me to all edges of horizon

The forest murmurs,
Whimsical voices of fairies and wise men
A choir of timeless wannabe truths
Hit the soul more than the ears

While your hands lovingly caress
The dark side of the moon
Leaving me calm and happy
Right after faith was reborn

Amber WarsAmber Wars

If stars were up to lend an ear
To just one question in a million years,
Would you ask, if they'd seen tomorrow smiling
Or how brightly you shine in their light?

Upset sky, a cauldron of blue milk boiling
Contains all "what if's" and words left unsaid;
Drawers overflow with letters
Those will one day be

Written with help of runestones
And planetary constellations
That according to some
Will put minds into the right order

Bald-headed princesses fight
Over each other's scalp
To much liking of armed jewellers
Scavengers in these amber wars

Children with empty gaze
Looking from behind trellis of barcodes,
Replace

Ribcage SymphoniesRibcage Symphonies

Passion has no taste
It just burns your tongue
While fingers compose symphonies
On nameless ribcages

Black widows don't label their pets
Other than with dull numbers
Making disappointing engagements
Worthwhile episodes of a life wasted

On selfish charity, superiority
Damage of clarity of human heart
Dwelling frightened, cracked and murky
In its fragile shell

Soul is a carton box
That implodes in heavy rain
While rays of sun in a marmalade jar
Mean a miracle, if piled up carefully

A man says he met God in the subway
What most don't want to listen to
See, mirror is the one true friend
As it always smiles

Sculptor's TouchSculptor's Touch

Does it bring shame
To promise to paint
One's beauty beyond compare

But instead shape
A brand new piece
Flawless and too far from true?

Is it okay to measure treasures
And treasure measurements
For shallow pleasure?

Will dignity overcome gravity?
How many smiles costs serenity?
Sculptor's hands temptingly touch with disguised brutality...

The Sixth DayThe Sixth Day

What if the sixth day was a huge mistake
Chariot of fire without a brake?
A vision gone wrong, attempt ruined by hand
Of the bad seed, the ungrateful man

The twisted breed hastening their own fate
Born of lust, then only brought up to hate
Shallow caskets given too much free will
Beasts on two legs always ready to kill

Heavens keep looking for righteous souls
But madness is getting out of control
Clock's ticking louder than conscience and fear
The horns are blowing when end's coming near

Night is hungry, graves are burning
The bell tolls for death returning
Its slaves will rise
To blind the eyes
Of filth been

Bridge Over The RiverBridge Over The River

Underneath the stone bridge an ice-cold river flows
Sometimes it's ferocious and sometimes rather calm
Carrying days and years of world into the distance
Its strand is to the bridge what humans are to each other
Route to its end seems strangely intoxicating

Over the icy river a stone bridge spans
Forever binding two shores with a gray ribbon
Just like heart contains both grief and joy
The bridge stands firm, even though the river's driving forward
For world of wonders we always look on the other side

Even though bridge locks the river and river undermines the bridge
It's just stone and cold water embracing on

A Dreamer's OdysseyA Dreamer's Odyssey

My suitcase got lost
During the last astral travel
Still beauty is the baggage
We all need to bear

My heart keeps longing
For dancing among stars
But I've never flown
A paper aeroplane before

You offer me fuel
Although there's no map
Except for the cryptic signs
Hidden underneath your clothes

Is there anywhere else
To find comforting arms?
Is there a world
Beyond this room's door?

Maybe you're some kind of
Narcotic digression
From the paths been walked
By my aching feet

Like hemlock
That unlocks
Fields full of four-leaf clovers
You take over

FayrouzFayrouz

Your soul is silent but not still
Like storm upon lavender hill
It comes from where wild horses run
To find the place where sleeps the sun

Warm winter nights go darker blue
Just like the peace I find in you
Together we sail heaven's plains
Direction changes, aim remains

Sky's wastelands and your ebony eyes
Lead me where passion multiplies
There we can hear the seahorse sing
And find the price of everything

Sands of time swallow human fate
Sweet juicy flesh is just a bait
For star-dust from the milky way
Tomorrow's memories to repay

"Love knows no border" I've been told...
Just two warm palms heart to uphold,
Eye of

Fair TradeFair Trade

What if yesterday is all we have?
One day worth ten years

In auction of souls
Time's both merchandise and currency

Sometimes less is more
Though it never seems enough

Still we're keeping score
While our purses are starving

In time of need I love you
Hard and even harder

Wittingly unaware
Of the bills to pay

Pockets On The ShroudPockets On The Shroud

The world shakes, then redemption comes
Stand still and it will bless you too
Just don't turn your back to the one
Who's kneeling there in front of you

They might have been condemned and left
By justice brought in palms of men
But scales of truth are bigger heft
Than human sages understand

Sadness has marked my childhood days
And slowly became my best friend
I quickly recognize its face
When now and again we shake hands

Its fist remains as ever firm
One hit destroys a stony hill
My faith in hope just twists and turns
While touch of sorrow gives me chill

Helpless like lonely newborn child
With lips tho

Rhapsodies Of LossRhapsodies Of Loss

Under the violet moon
Blue eyes look black
I hear wings flutter
But they're not my own

Mine seemed a burden
And therefore were removed
Handcuffs of innocence
Were broken loose

Night makes the world sweat
With lust and regret
But I'm not there yet
Though hit by poisonous spears

Roaming with aim
The source to disclaim
Marks mind with side effects
Of delusional bliss

Friends bid farewell
While purple swans cry
Filling corners of life
With rhapsodies of loss

In fern I rest
Grace is granted access
To my deepest incision
Where it unties the knot

Yellow Mocking-birdYellow Mocking-bird

A chain of milestones
Fractured into laces
A yellow mocking-bird
Is keeping their accounts

My feet are singing
Road is running
To meet its fate and take a sneak peek
Beyond the shoulders of giants

Their silhouettes cast mist on
The moisture of sweet valleys
A myth to love of men
Who come for mining gold

River keeps flowing
Days black and freckled like your love
Shine through the cloudscape
Dividing doves into feathers

Bliss testified and multiplied
By clock ticking too loud
With that you tend to argue
Over our time it steals

Our hands are touching
Although my present is your past
Colours of your t

Emerald HarbourEmerald Harbour

Sometimes I wish to get lost in you
But can I afford that?
And outside it's raining

Maybe I could get a loan
And let the rain pay
Or I'll just stay broke as a joke

On moments like this it feels
That city lights know me
Better than fellow humans do

When you're not here
It's only them
Who will kiss me good night

My stormy eyes glow cunningly
Like emerald temptation
The night is my harbour and ships go off shore

In each and every blushing rose
There lies a promise dormant
So know that I'm blooming for you, just in all secrecy

Chalcedony TempestsChalcedony Tempests

Cool is the floor
With entwined limbs chilling
Unlike your breath
And its echo in caves

You look upon
My innermost darkness
And go for a row
On river of my hair

Cravings lie quenched;
Chalcedony tempests
Were beating hard
Upon dry marble tiles

Estuary
Of knotted rills pulsates
Stilled by the crescent,
Its silver liquid light

A kite to fly
A magical seesaw
Took me so high
Up to where roars the storm

Bodies will part
Tenderly devoted
To moment that
Kills and lets be reborn

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Charcoal Nymph

by *TheDarkenedBride, May 16, 2012, 7:56:55 AM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

Charcoal Nymph

Last night I saw no stars
Only dreams those whipped
The canvas of my bedsheets
Eagerly like sugarcane

They say heavenly lanterns
Upon sinners do not shine
But don't my lips pray fervently
To your lips every night?

There's a thin line between
Damnation and salvation
And it feels strangely tempting
To dance across it blindfolded

Dressed in just faith
In that your heart is true
I'm condemned, bareheaded
And longing for you

A pagan nymph
From ancient wise books
No good for your prophets
An angel for you

With purest charcoal
You've drawn wings on my back
For your passion's painted
With red and black