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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

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

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

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

EnvelopedEnveloped

I still carry your kiss
Within my palm
The only evidence
You've ever existed

The clothes in the wardrobe
Could very well be
Someone else's
Just like the car

Parked on our driveway;
The golf sticks and fishing rods
And that stupid straw hat I never liked...
Along with the forever muddy boots

It could have been another man
Who pretended
Not to have forgotten
Every other anniversary

Tulip bouquets don't wear name tags
Nor do colognes
But the kiss came from you
Of that I'm sure

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...

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

False TunesFalse Tunes

In the noise of noble orchestra
I can't hear a single song
What's the point in arguing
With one who's never wrong?

So drown red roses in a vase
Put golden ball and chain around my neck
A prisoner you can't bring back
For they're not free to leave

Go, hurry to count my angels
And put price tags on their feet
Saving up for an alibi
For next time trust will sound retreat

Everything changes and so does fear
Of both leaving you and staying near
The tighter my corners are getting,
The wider appears the rest of the world

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

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

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

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

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

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

Seeds Of IntricacySeeds Of Intricacy

Time machine ticks on the wall
Thieves like puppets hang on trees
Happier days I recall
I comb my hair
With little care
About outer world's myseries

Songbird's tune stays trapped in cage
Internal storms to conceal
Eyelids rush to turn the page
Disarmed by cries
Fear multiplies
Feelings threaten to become real

Comprehension stops to rest
Pendulum may never flee
We can only do our best
Find will to breathe
Though winds do seethe
Spreading seeds of intricacy

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Vanilla Cranes

by *TheDarkenedBride, Jul 9, 2012, 4:23:04 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Vanilla 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 smallest ray of hope
Warms time through magnifying glass?

Here kisses taste like vanilla
Sprinkled all over coffee beans;
If we fold enough paper cranes
Do you think we can save the world?

Vanilla Cranesby *TheDarkenedBride

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

once he asked me who I thought would win the fight over our world, our souls - good or evil? I said in my opinion it would depend on who'd try harder... it's not enough to say one would like to live in a better world, life's what we make it, the responsibility is ours
as to paper cranes - they are believed to make wishes come true - if you wish for something while folding a crane, it should happen