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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

A Heretic's PsalmA Heretic's Psalm

His features shows me every face
I meet in crowd of empty space
Long ago I have lost control
Merciful devil, bless my soul

My eyes give his figure a smack
Leaving stigmata on his back
Draw him nearer's my only goal
Merciful devil, bless my soul

Darkest night to me reveals trace
To Lune's cold silver ears I howl
Deliver him to my embrace!
Merciful devil, bless my soul

Here I stand, hailing deities black
Begging them to hallow my prowl
Make him mine, let me meet my rack
Merciful devil, bless my soul

StarlessTear the cosmos from my eyes,
consider me blinded.
I will whisper into the breathless dark;
my lips will bear witness
when you've left.

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

Blisters And BlissBlisters And Bliss

Though city lights show pavement gleaming
In hidden corners tears are streaming
A broken heart to purify

Heretic thoughts tempt righteous falling
While sin viciously keeps on strolling
Some twisted truth to testify

Each day new hand the old replaces
And soon the crowd counts thousand faces
All of them turned the other way

Who is to blame for rage tormenting
That seems to never be relenting,
Dreams those don't make it through the day?

Though world's dark shadows keep deceiving
To save yourself don't stop believing
In word that carved in gold stays plain

And like an angel's wing defending
Brings bliss, hope

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

Wordless RhymesWordless Rhymes

Midnight paints the whole world black
Angel's wings as well as lies
You get all in one pack
That my restless hand supplies

Warm avalanche of my hair
Curtain to make vision blur
Forbids audience to stare
At where secrets now allure

You stay quiet, baby, hush
Just surrender to my lips
Tonight there's no need to rush
When I hold on to your hips

From my tongue slip wordless rhymes
Let them slide across your skin
I'll taste you a thousand times
From your thighs up to your chin

Although sometimes I am rough
And my nature makes me tease
Of that you can't get enough
Moan with pain, then sigh with ease

When you suf

Power Of LovePower Of Love

Just like flood in the clouds above
In humans power of love is hidden
That begins to fade with dawn
Both fragile and strong at the same time

And like an eternal torch
It burns within heart where it's welcome
Consumes its home but is never fed
Both fragile and strong at the same time
In humans power of love is hidden

Who's once felt the frost sting
He forever keeps looking for sweet pain
And believes in it from the start
Although every time it just brings disappointment

Time treats the wound bitterly
When there's vigil being held over memory
A short while is nourished with hope
Although every time it just brings

DilemmaDilemma

Reach through the bubble
Orbits of shooting stars
Too flawless to be real
Those perfect circles suffocate

Crush the dormant fear
Memories of tomorrow drip down oh so loud
In a world where corners have not been invented
You're standing in your tears of joy

Or maybe it's another boy
Who offers you a scared gaze
From the mirror
Do you still wish truth's voice to sound clearer?

Dogwood RoseDogwood Rose

My dogwood rose, you jewel of the field
Don't rack my heart, please to my arms do yield
Trust I've seen one too many orchids gold
But what abounds in you they don't behold

You fragile beauty growing near the brook
Don't be mistaken by feathers of rook
To stranger's eyes I appear rather blunt
But in my black chest beats heart valiant

Oh, flower marked with summer's warmest scent
Can't you see how your fate with mine does blend?
To perish upon your petals I crave
This world for me hasn't a sweeter grave

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

BirdtalkI know that the Starman will be waiting in the sky, but
I don't think about it under these fluorescent lights
I remember when Wal-Mart wasn't a hospital, the world
wasn't a graveyard, and my spine wasn't ripped out
Didn't the birds used to talk? I seem to remember that

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

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

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...

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The Golden Feather

by *TheDarkenedBride, Feb 4, 2012, 2:41:42 PM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Traditional Fixed Forms

The Golden Feather

Midsummer nights revive old tales
And magic long forgotten
Mayflies above the lake play scales
Clouds reflect fields of cotton

Cool soothing breeze tangles the hair
Of green carpets on meadows
Where butterflies and poppies share
Kisses nestled in shadows

So lightly, barely touching ground
There hand in hand walk lovers
Two hearts by velvet sunset crowned
Reign over fragile flowers

Like ancient phoenix earth is burned
Each evening in sun's tether
For us, fools, meant to crave and yearn
Stays love - a golden feather