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Amanda Mcmullen Poem
O, songless bird, speak thine plight to thee!
I awoke to hear thine tears in the deepest pit of thy slumber,
My songless bird, the night has stolen thine heav'nly ballad,
And given thee a life of sorrow,
Fly not away from thine hands and look not away from thy loving gaze,
I shall hear thine divine song once more,
Hear it ring! Like church bells in thine pure heart,
And shatter the torments of hell with thine perilous love,
Frost and fire, shadow and dawn, life and dream,
Only thine melodic words, gilded threads of thine shining youth,
Lips crimson with violent ardor,
Only, could pour forth the waters to cascade into the cistern of thy lust for song!
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Amanda Mcmullen Poem
At the Gates
Why does thy heart always peer outwards?,
The first time I saw thee,
Thine eyes shone with a strange light,
I would have loved thee eternally,
If thoust heart had not gone on,
And left this world forever,
Encased in your snowy tears, born from wicked abodes,
Forever now you will be trapped,
Between this world and the next,
The night I promised you, the stars are your betrothed,
If I could only see thine eyes again,
I would have died a thousand deaths just to hear you open the gate again,
And glide upon the gravel in your familiar faerie step,
It is only in my most wondrous dreams, that the creatures of the night speak your
name,
Your name.
I sewed it into the fabric of the night in sweet lament,
And waited for the sad advent of winter.
And begged on hands and knees for the return of your snowy tears,
Thy heart peered outwards and thoust eyes wove only silence,
Thine eyes shine still with strange light,
I wake in my sleep for the thousandth time,
To speak your name
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Silken violets, faded musk and jasmine, jasmine floating like some dim angel
above the candles....
Ah, this is the passion of God -- brutal sadness, clash of humanity and beast!
Muted indigo wafting through the rafters of this perilous heaven...
Deliver me from this constraint, this trap, it so squeezes, flexes its cruel arms
around my neck, around my little world of lilies and beaches on autumn nights,
when all the world is lit by the great faery dome of the skies in crystalline
blackness,
The painted colors, the blurred, soggy, miasma of dulled fragrances, odors,
Lifeless textures and sensations, feel them not!
And live past the paintings, admit yourself into the halls of life’s enchanted gates
into its swirling vortex of emotion, misery and beauty, and that most primal of
essences-
Yes, fear itself, worthy sirs!
Fear itself shall always tick, it is the portal of that past life, that startling, gnawing,
tearing, infusions of animals, that is man’s pathway to indulgence and despair!
There is no shine like jewels in a murky pond, for a rose dying in a garden of
sacrilege,
There is no greater romance than Godly valor hopelessly caught in a tapestry of
worldly shame and dark riches...
You shall not have me , bleak coward death!
For I stand in this night as the lone maiden of Truth...
No there is no truth in beauty, there is truth in the blinding light of the
shimmering spires of the realm above!
Hear me, cruel silence, for I know greater love than your cold eyes!
Ah, yes, LIFE, let it ring, mortals, for ye are not mere beings, live more for life itself!
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Ethereal hands craft silv’ry cradle,
To petal lips, elixir of life ladle,
The enchanted entrance, that garden clothed in snow,
How within chamber o’ life a soul doth grow,
The winter of life shall fall to eternal sleep.
Sacred fountain pours forth crimson tears hallowed angel shall weep.
Maiden’s crystal hair cascades down wall of white flowers,
Glassy eyed warriors stand these endless hours,
Dying nature imbued immortal,
Phantom waters cast aglow celestial portal,
Scarlet stream silently winding through golden fountain,
The drapery shalt not fall, not unto this sacred mountain,
Quiet ribbon gliding through the soils, of astral land,
Through the heart of heaven it gushes, this cherry band,
Wed to the life for always, so deep in its waters I wade,
Like tree flailing in the wind, courage God hath made,
As long as this blood flows through thee,
Shall I sail chaste ship through hell forged sea,
Gift of soldier’s ardor, holy ire,
Feel the burning plight of man, Our own hand doth stir dark fire.
Flaxen haired creature o’ sky,
From whose golden arms children o’ earth doth not fly,
The thoughts, how they stretch across the rafters of souls forlorn,
The pure cream domes o' heaven's palaces, like fair face o’ morn’,
Like pollen fallen on glassy earth, snows howl in ashen mirth,
Glazed carpets o' frost, snow queen's scepter lost,
Deep into man's netherworlds o' legend and lore,
From silken soul bleeding threads gently tore.
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From deepest pit of thysoul doth rise new dreams,
Rain cascades from thine dark windows,
Tears that have lived within one for many years,
Lustrous, liquid pearls forged from sway thy soul,
Birthed in thy heart, how love doth gleam,
From thine ebon heart a pillar of light shall sawy,
Through these dark forests a quiet daze,
Felt thy sorrow, thy face sweet dove, thy heart raven,
Every waking hour I tread through April's newly shed tears,
Give not thy day for another,
In realm of senses you were thy heart's brother,
Yet from thy soul doth rise new dreams,
Come to thee, fairest love,
The fabric of thine lonely love has burst its seams!
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