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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

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

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

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

The JourneyThe Journey

Two cans and a string
Weigh so much more
Than words and beads
And sunlit backyard -

- Sea full of sharks
And pirate ships
And mermaid that so rarely dips
Her beauty into stormy waves

A rocking horse
Will ever gallop a lot faster
Than the wildest of buffalos
And maybe even wind itself -

- Carrying smoke signals
And poisoned arrows
Along with battle cries
Of sons of tomahawk

Two chairs and blanket
From my bed
The safest home
We ever had -

- An impregnable fortress
Castle with feather walls
Made for one princess
And one knight

Bubbles are diamonds
Fed by breath
And if we like
We can grow wings

While planning journey
I

Colours Of The WindColours Of The Wind

BLUE chases
Suits, cases
Through the empty streets

Neat, combed hair
Left wild, bare;
A lone paper fleets

GOLDEN shines
Through the vines
And upon ripe rye

Lips in rush
Whispers blush
Floating to the sky

GREEN depicts
Far districts
To sailormen brave

Salty darts
Damage hearts
And souls do enslave

SILVER rings
Upon wings
Of eagles sublime

Mountains cold
Strong and bold
Shake their hands with time

RED relieves
Us from grief
And pain of the past

Gardens calm
And warm palms
Are what's meant to last

PURPLE flares
Just like prayers
In a darkened room

Evening haze
Softens lace
And sweetens pe

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

Silent NightSilent Night

There's something broken between us
The crystal bridge that bound our shores
It erupted and fell apart
In silence of the holy night

Majestic ice cubes shined so bright
Over the boiling lava stream
That flew on without compromise
Consuming love as it may seem

There's something frozen between us
Poor firmed water melted and cried
Its tacit tears dripped unwitnessed
Until they smothered river cruel

Left unable to find more fuel
For fire; world feels cold and dead
Like torch that forgot it once burned
It's dark, who'll take first step ahead?

Too Late Too SoonToo Late Too Soon

Kindness delayed
Knocks on dirty windows
With curtains frayed
Shielding vanquished esteem

Brightness repaid
Among weeping willows
With sun will fade
Like does dime's golden gleam

Many a tear
A man's life do alter
Piling up years
For a funeral pyre

In name of fear
Every other fool falters
Unlike the sear
Setting memories on fire

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

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...

Always AheadAlways Ahead

Where will swallows fly to when world ends
When nests are burned
And smoke itches the eyes?

Will they greet the homeless hearts they'll meet
Justice is blind but they aim to find
Generous coasts lined with olive trees

Does it hurt to die? asks my little bird
His pretty eye beseeching
Feeding on pinches of Saturday salve

Collected from jars high on mother's shelves
They smell like home while it still lasted
With smiles and cushions, for that is what counts!

I say it doesn't, no, how could it even...
You'll just lay your head down into my palms
And when you wake up, you will fly on

Towards ruby sunrise, always ahea

RehabRehab

Ubiquitous sense of failure
Drills holes into what was soul
Content, tranquil waterfall
That swallowed both ships and sailors

Moments of true pain brought panic
An acute need to restore
What once was, will be no more
Artificial, anorganic

Indecisive premonition
Blurs the simplest truth's reflex
Leaving blistered faith perplexed
For false prophet's recognition

Arrows wasted on star chasing
Just bare hands for self-defense
Sinner's zeal's the most immense
Eye-corners with wrinkles gracing

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

Charcoal NymphCharcoal 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

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Pockets On The Shroud

by *TheDarkenedBride, Jul 17, 2012, 1:38:20 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Traditional Fixed Forms

Pockets 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 those cannot call, nor speak
Like fish in claws of eagle wild -
- Flee into void or taste the beak?

And time measures our every breath,
Counts steps on path to judgement day
When staring into face of death
We'll be asked our sins to repay

Each soul carries its share of guilt
For surely there's been too much blood
Tears cannot wash away the filth
Mingled with dust they'll just bear mud

Before rain used to crush the poor
With cruel pleasure of cold steel
Whose task was it to find a cure
For pain that was far beyond real?

For armless boy under the wall
Sheltered only by father's love;
Prayers nor fingers can catch all
Of bullets pouring from above

The wheel of fortune spins, we lose...
We look for foes in every crowd
But although life sells out all hues
There are no pockets on the shroud