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Details | Dramatic Verse |

Alice Sweet Alice

      ~Alice Sweet Alice~

        *Like Sisters*
   Everyday -- Holding Hands 
Sunday Dress -- Pink Ribbons
         *Alice And I*

How can they say she did not exist?
This Sweet Girl I Named Alice

The way she looks at me
-Her eyes tender green
A body figure I can't describe
Together we played hide and seek
We swung in ways no one could see
This girl with pretty red curls
Who enjoys the sound of pouring rain.

Together we slept under the same breeze 
We carved our names on the same tree
Side by Side it Read Alice & I!
She whispered the day I fell off my bike
Alice Sweet Alice loves the way I look in red!

Every day I face the mirror
Alice puts her left hand on my right
We share the same identical scars,
Under the right and left palm.

The way she held my hand
Healed the scrapes in every fall
Beating from the bullies, she screams!
Again, Alice, whispers--- "Kill Them All!"
No one ever said a word,
When she stood by my side
Alice knew me in ways no one else did
She knew my eyes -When they cried!

Now I can't sleep,
Since, Alice has fallen back into the abyss
Forever conscious in a self-hug
--- this is no dream, it is real!

The rage inside, burns.
It took place the day she left!
Burning curtains 
Empty mirrors
This Girl Named Alice spoke of darkness,
then disappeared 

When I hear the sound of pouring rain
I stare at the shadows on the wall
Nothing feels the same,
I allow myself to soak in a darkness where it began.

My hair of red is not the same
These cuts are all that remain
The only clue in which Alice, was here!
Holding on to stainless blade, I sleep

Please call my name!
Why do they whisper?
Why are they saying she never held a breath?
I know she is real, she's exist
Why else would I let her cut my wrist?

This Sweet Girl 
Finally, visits again ---
But, who is to believe?
For everyone says 
Alice lives inside my head.


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Silence Felled

Silence Felled

Lurking in dark corners
The swamp stirs in the night
As the deceiver rises
Begging to share his illusions might

Only behind the veil
Does he let his murky words sail
Deceiving the lady of the house
While he runs like a little mouse

He drinks a mans ale
Then double crosses once stale
Armies can’t fight the silent one
He hides in the corners of your mind

Draw blood with your pen
Let him flow towards the hither end
The skeleton can’t do much with his quill
Stabbed of his devious will

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2017

Details | Sonnet |

In A Darkened Attic Room

In A Darkened Attic Room

In attic room, one window tightly shut,
Dwells broken heart hidden from future pain.
Bare as a savage brute's empty hut-
Condemned to no hope, no future, no gain.

Where rests such perilous fear darkness reigns;-
Shattered dreams give rise to dark illusions.
Hope rejected brings on its most wicked stains,
Evil held, births its blackest conclusions.

Grown in decay until nothing remains,
Yet sad hope is better than none at all.
True love waits the bliss it always contains,
Treasures gifted, one only has to call.

If one ray of love's light but filters in
Love brings life and its promises again.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-30-2016

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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

The Locked Room

''Dark things happened there....''
they say, with fading tones,
almost reaching their vanishing point,
due to unhidden fright.

Sometimes they hear eerie moans;
see dancing shadows on the space
between the door and floor; other times
whispers that make them feel as though
they will shatter like hollow glass tubes.

To stop the haunting,
they hired spiritualists to seal
the room's door with their divine will.

Candles flicker in the night,
as voices of the undead wander across the corridors.....

Publishing Date: 25/4/2014

Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Lacking Eloquence


Lacking eloquence
Lector lacking

Bullfrogs and lemmings crooning
In the swamp of dim intellect
Spewing their haughtiness
Through their noses the spittle drops
Collecting in murky waters

Their stagnation hiding within their bubble of hate
When the swamp dries lest it be said
No one will be opening heavens gate
One can not persuade a mind painted in black
They the commoners’ collect like old dishes
On a dirty rack

Should the Cellarer ever turn his back
Plato’s will attack in their packs
Airs of allusive elegance
Slipping away into the darkness
Of extinction

For those with black hearts and feeble minds
They shall never see the ends of times
Only when the white rose comes to full bloom
Shall the meek and kind find their true home
They shall be with angels above

As those assemble in the quire
Songs melodic under the arch
Brothers plotting after songs depart
Time eternal yet as always coward’s preach
Solace coming from wisdom's speak

Their persuasion lacking sincere tone
As the sinners lay underneath cold stone

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

Two Painters

Their brushes wet
In a meadow lush with rain drops and dew
Two canvases stand on easels of wood
Two brushes painting a landscape in hues
The sun shining on nature’s ethereal beauty

They shared thoughts and intimacies
Glancing at each others moods and whims
Sharing their creations in pastels and blue
Lunches in baskets and laughter in old stories
Two lonely painters, sharing different strokes
Artists basking in one another’s dreams

One day a brush was gone
Neither saw the evil swan
Suspicions mounted
Lurking, a silence filled with darkness
Shivering winds defeating loves hopes
Paints covered and brushes washed
Leaving nature’s paradise untouched
Let the serpent roam
They held hands, the canvases complete
Love made them lovers
No serpent would win with such hateful deceit

Higher in the valley, was I with my brush
Painting a love story, of two artists who would blush
If they knew their love story, was a canvas to share
I captured their fragrance of love in the air
I smiled at two souls whom held hands as one
Knowing the serpent was now left defeated and alone

One day, I shall capture this serpent and his evil ways
So that meadows lush with the morning mist
Will remain pure and evil untouched
My brush will strike right through the serpent’s heart
Water lilies turning red, basking in the glory of dusks sunset
Raindrops shall fall like tears from the sky
Knowing lovers avoided the serpent’s maze
And the meadows are now pure
Of the evil ones gaze

Also on my site, more Art


Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2017

Details | Acrostic |

Repugnant Shrapnel

The flood of human remains plummeting downwards. Horizon blackened, jolted from the sky. Towering waves of obscure aftermath swarm to the heavens. With a slight endeavor, kingdoms turn to squander. 
Ravaging paths meet and become hordes of ailment. God’s hand has erected the retched bowels of man’s mass burials.
An avalanche of skulls,
Rain down the exhumed past of lost ancestry. Prophecies fulfilled to our graves of dispersed dead.

Copyright © Pauly Plaster J.R. | Year Posted 2014

Details | Sonnet |

Under Tall Midnight Oaks, Darkness Awaits

Under Tall Midnight Oaks, Darkness Awaits

Under tall midnight oaks, darkness awaits
in shadows hiding from gleaming moonbeams.
No reprieve save that of graces of Fates,
man can not conquer such darkness with schemes.

Nature's force so often bent to its will
living forests can not be held to blame.
Those screeching echoes, send a blasting chill
make no mistake, evil is not a game.

When morn's sun forces blackness in retreat
man forgets chilling nightmares dark rain pelts
For its nighttime the monster comes to eat
chew your skin and spirit until it melts.

Dawn's gleam wipes away midnight's racing fears.
Should man pray and cry with remorse and tears?

Robert J. Lindley, 5-08-2016

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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

When Silence And Indifference Hold Sway

When Silence And Indifference Hold Sway

When they came for the snake to take away
I gaily approved, had nothing to say.
Next the frog, croaking after bright sun sets
Again my cold-silence hedged all my bets.
Turtle taken hiding in his hard shell
Again I foolishly thought, what the hell!

Then they grabbed the mouse hiding in the wall
Still afraid, I heeded not courage's call.
Early morn, they broke in, took my old cat
Again, I voiced no words, silently sat.
That night they came took my beloved dog
Now one ray of light broke through that dense fog!

They came yet again, chopped down every tree
I knew the score, knew next it would be me.
In horror, I found it was too damn late
My cold silence had insured my sad Fate.
I should have spoken when they took the snake
I would pay, my honor I did forsake!

Sun rose and I found all had been a dream
Dark nightmare, about how evil men scheme.
Still shaking as it had been all too real
Terror found, when no way found to appeal.
Message came, hold true to honor and love
Stand not idle when evil starts to shove!

Wisdom said beware, dark comes, not a dream
Man's black-heart souls work together in teams.
Best to know with courage, one may prevail
Even against demons from pits of Hell.
So gird thy loins and sharpen thy long spears
Far better than dying in shame and tears!

Robert J. Lindley, 6-09-2017

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Note- I decided to actually write a poem today and not be lazy about it..
Took me ten times longer than usual but this came forth..
Hope you may enjoy and know its message is truth....

SUBJECT, (When fear begets cold silence, a great and evil calamity is insured)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

Details | Sonnet |

On Wicked Kings And Time Destroyed Dragons

On Wicked Kings And Time Destroyed Dragons

O foolish king, sitting on hollow throne
thy lost kingdom so dark, thee sits alone.
Embrace thy greed, measured in stolen gold
destroying people with your lies so bold.

O foul villain, in false pride laboring
greater evil thy own destruction brings.
Thy henchman, voices rarely taboring
singing false praise to their cowardly king.

O hideous dragon, thee shall find death
power will be taken from fangs and claws.
Cry , when fire is removed from thy breath
and silky-smooth is made thy wicked paws.

In thy deserved death, innocence is spared
scales of justice, the two hast been compared!

R.J. Lindley,
April 24th, 1973
SONNET, (On justice being delivered to tyrants and dragons)

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

Details | Light Poetry |

Hitler had a Nice Voice

Hitler had a Nice Voice

Soothing to the ladies
Appealing to the masses
Wooing the elite with powerful promises
While telling the workers what they should seek

Powerful voice
Hypnotic prose to idle the minds
We must all unite against those evil ones
Whom are not at all like us

The Wolf who wears his cossack
To hide his evil deeds
Come here little Ian
I want to plant some seeds

Listen to me as I speak
Speak of things to be
As I massacre right in front of you
All of humanity

I have existed through the ages
Just as the artist of horrors has drawn
Who knows who will awaken at the dawn?
Ovens overflowing when the curtains hide our human rages

So beware when you here the trumpets play
Sway not by the snake oil messages coming your way
For I have a message that’s as true today
As when Hitler said it’s us or them Jews

We need no walls or machine gun halls
We need no races pure as snow
What we need most of all
Is to help those who suffer from tyrant’s evil calls

Call them as they are pure evil
From the house of horrors
Be they Stalin, Hitler or Pol Pot
Just beware the new kid on the block

If you see this Trump
Give him a good kick in the rump

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

The Future Starts Here

The innocence is transfusing
and overturning 
the goat skin drums
children of the mills,
children of the junkyard,
and savaging
and we keep filling them with
mercury, nitrate, espestice, baby bombs
blasted out of their shaved heads
and foraging

Copyright © Blake Holland | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Infinite Energy S

Get on your bike and get out of my face it smells of fish and oil on the beach this peachy day cape on my shoulders to fly away up with the seagulls I sh*t on your face Now that the body has been properly buried full of the scars from the wars do I carry I cannot believe you all find me scary I skip full of spirit for despite this I'm still merry For on this day God smiled on me gave me the sign to renew my belief and with his presence I shall achieve an eternal life filled by my infinite energy (S).

Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013

Details | Pantoum |

Divine Nature

Frozen and numb
Dwelling in my cold shadows
Shivering me deeply inside
A devil I am
Finding solace In Hell
Where Love is Evilly Blind

Melted and burnt
Relaxing in my warm flames
Comforting me deeply inside
A god I am
Finding solace in Heaven
Where Evil Is Lovingly Divine

Copyright © Guy Mearns | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sestina |

Dark Woods C F H

I have this story of the garden of evil I saw.
Darkness called to me, I was drawn inwardly.
Walking, a glimpse of beauty came into view.
She intrigued me as to why she was inside.
When I stepped in front of her she smiled.
Not an ordinary smile, one of pure wickedness.

She spoke to me calmly at first, as my eyes did view.
Transformation began as her beauty faded inwardly.
I swear to you that I felt like darkness had smiled.
Her shape changed and now a devil my eyes saw.
Beckoning me she said come with me inside.
My soul captured my mind knew now wickedness.

She told me that I was hers now as the demon smiled.
That I had to take my place beside her in wickedness,
Which the garden of evil was now placed inside.
That the evil call had embedded my heart inwardly.
As she took me aside to a mirror where I could view,
What happened to me, undeniable is what I saw.

I was changing outwardly, as well as inwardly.
My eyes were blood red and horns came into view.
I had become her male counterpart, we both smiled.
Within a couple of moments, I was lost in wickedness.
Then out of darkness other creatures came from inside.
More and more demonic creatures are what I saw.

She said, Meet our armies that mankind cast inside.
That she had waited for me, again her lips smiled.
Upon wave of her hand a mist came into view.
It was me in previous form, yes, you were evil inwardly.
Your whole mortal life you felt you had no wickedness.
Suddenly I knew she was right, this was a prediction I saw.

My destiny was sealed; garden of evil will keep me inside.
A consort I will be to her evil heart, fulfilling wickedness.
Thinking back in my dreams I could have changed what I saw.
Though forever and beyond, darkness grows inwardly.
As we held each other, a vision cast came into view.
We looked deep into each other’s eyes and we smiled.

What we both saw, within her womb something was inside.
We knew we shared wickedness, as the birth came into view.
Love, lust held inwardly, looking on, our baby demon just smiled.

Note. This was part of a dream I had and I feel it was a release to write this to help me fight my personal demons that have always plagued my mind and dreams, maybe I watched to many horror movies when I was younger, I have seen almost all of them more than once

Copyright © cecil hickman | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme |

Being Gothic

When you like goth it doesn't mean your Gothic

It just means the art and cool pics are authentic,

I love the black with a little color is really cool

Now if you are a 100% goth and wear bright colors you will look like a fool,

Being goth makes you seem on the dark side

But, if you love it then don't hide,

How you feel or how you like to dress

Just be who you are and then you don't have to confess,

That all whom are in to goth are not in to evil

So have fun and play the role that you want to reveal.

Written By: Unique Poetry 2015

Copyright © Michelle Born | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

Living Without

I tried to write about love but I haven’t felt it. 
I tried to write about the sea but I’ve never seen it. 
Then I tried to write about the air, but I have never breathed it. 
I tried to write about magic but I never believed it.
I couldn’t write about god, all I have ever done is sinned.
And when I tried to write about life I found, 
I have never really lived.

Copyright © Ag Ki | Year Posted 2013

Details | Narrative |

On Halloween Night

Deep in the forest, screams have been heard;
of men, women, and children, screaming their lungs out
in the misty, dense forest. A report was once given of a man
who ran to the chieftain's house, his face filled with blood;
eyes literally separated from the eye sockets!

It is believed that vengeful ghosts roam around the forest,
searching for a soul to be part of them; they can only do so by taking
a life. "They have a very disturbing, dark sense of humor", a warrior says.
"Sometimes they crucify a victim upside down on a tree, and send crows 
to feast on them. At Sunrise, you see what was once a human; bones with some remaining flesh, as blood oozes out!"

After every five years on the night of the full moon, the villagers slaughter a bull and a dozen sheep to appease the forest spirits, that come with the mist.

Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2014

Details | Epic |

Betch Please, Really

I simply love being me for I am so good at everything step into my city and they will tell you who is King one day when I am hungry I will swallow everything then and only then shall I inherit the stuff I dream even then I promise not to settle for satisfaction at any instant half a second I could spring into full action so go against me? please, you do not even measure up to half of the goodness that I hold tight like my treasure still spreading rumors about me to try and destroy my life can't believe I let myself get beat by a stripper and my self-intended knife try and say I'm gay even though we both know that isn't the truth just ask any woman I been with if they ever needed proof they'll say I was the cream of the crop as they took it all night knowing I just may never stop I own the status of a legend now what you got left to say when I bring it twenty-four seven?

Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Getting Revenge

Through the eye of the fire I see you, Lying there, under your covers Nice and warm It’s time for you to realise the truth Awake death and claim your prey Now you pay for your crime with your soul Now’s the time you roast For everything you did Burn for all eternity Bottled away For eternity

Copyright © Tahira Parveen | Year Posted 2017

Details | Narrative |

The Locked Room: Whispers of Anubis

In a dark, dark room, 
an eerie aura surrounds; 
deathly whispers crawl in the air, 
sounding like incantations. 

A sarcophagus lays still in the room, 
whispers oozing out of it; no one knows 
that the sarcophagus is a portal to the Underworld, 
where Anubis and his cohorts reign. 

Only the Book of Ra; its jacket containing the symbol 
of the Scarab Beatle, that can chase away the whispers,
and curses from the whispers. 

The evil dead continue to be undead, 'til when the Destined One 
finds Ra's Book, and chants the verses that he sees.......
''Dark things happened there....'' 
they say, with fading tones, 
almost reaching their vanishing point, 
due to unhidden fright. 

Sometimes they hear eerie moans; 
see dancing shadows on the space 
between the door and floor; other times 
whispers that make them feel as though 
they will shatter like hollow glass tubes. 

To stop the haunting, 
they hired spiritualists to seal 
the room's door with their divine will. 

Candles flicker in the night, 
as voices of the undead wander across the corridors.....

(The first verse is a poem titled “Whispers of Anubis”, which was published on 8/9/2014. The second verse is a poem titled “The Locked Room”, which was published on 25/4/2014. I have divided both poems with a dotted line.)

Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Spiritual Warfare

We each must learn to serve one another

Out of thoughtful concern to admonish another

The world will seek to steal your dreams
In sought adventure one must by ready for evil schemes

The lion can rush through an opening a jar

Eternity is spent in worship paid for;

Thrive under evil and work ease out of pain,
Hard liberty before to ease yoke strain...

Take up your cross & proceed ahead

Beneathe shattered glass to inflate the ego tread;

A pull at the heart will light a spark
Pleased highly those eternal states of joy,
The forces of darkness against the light
To bite a nail against due to spite;

Nor mere ire sore vex display fret;

As when from dusty clouds of ill repute
Through stone fetters languished on its plight!
Take up the whole armor of Christ!
Forget the night despising its inner shame;
The bondage formed felt decay...

Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2012

Details | Couplet |

ConKu In Progress

The Beheading of Thomas

Let the clowns play on heathens dirt floors
With the rabble and unwashed masses

The Squires shall reside above
With men at arms and knights of superior glove

Allegiances to kings and royal courts
Let the bishops sort out the cohorts

Be deceived not by those with no letters
Saying they are poets for the better

They worship their own idol minds
While the wise ones seek out their own kind

Seekers who only find battle
Silent ones who preach with loud voices

Forewarning to the masses
You have better choices, forget their pretentious classes

Walk among the islands grazing sheep
Contemplation rewards the humble and meek

Trumps Rubies may shine today
Under rubble I assure you

They shall be one day

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

Never So Gracious

A full moon night to my delight what is so wrong with doing what's right nothing is right after so long no use in complaining time to move on The Dream Water one day might take me away farther from the comfort of familiarity I float on my back then shut my eyes my body now sinking into ocean arms open wide Now swallow your son back to his nature when he is no longer needed to stay here the next generation are dooming themselves they need my experience to guide them through hell Why should I bother on my own, I strive through I turn my back on the thought of bothering to save you alone in this world my, is it spacious I'm finally smiling, never so gracious.

Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013

Details | Couplet |

Crimson Art

I slished and slashed, till the whole studio was crimson,
I beamed an eerie smile, so it can have the last reason.
I skipped around, all over the room,
Splished here, splashed there, the sound of the fumes.
I laughed and roared till the entire place echoed,
I was so happy that my sorrow has finally borrowed.
I heard no other noise beside my art,
No chirps, no barks, not even a beat of heart.
I could see the bad, vile looking bland,
All I need was just my lame pair of hands.
The idea was easy and not much time that spent,
But what was vital was the meaning and content.
The process was actually hard and grotesque,
As I had to do it very quickly, that is after dusk,
But finally all my pain, suffer and grief,
Has now put into this art, of enormous relief.
My mind was blank, the reception wasn't reality,
to complete this masterpiece I have to lose my precious sanity.
To rise above all and detached my sadness,
I have now became, what they called Madness.
To whom I show my depression and pain,
of course, to the human because its just a canvas, no profanity, no vain.

Copyright © Lucas Von Pendant | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

The Heartbreaking Story Of The South

Over hundred fifty years ago, the Italian nation was
divided, the Kingdom of the Two Sicilies
was more prosperous than the North, peoples lived in accord;
envious eyes looked down and saw a harmonious world 
and drew a plan to steal all of the gold...
folks who worked in factories and on farms
made their happy land prosper by opening their generous arms. 

When the Thousands Men liberated 
the South from the Bourbons things drastically changed;
King Emmanuel II met with with Garibaldi 
by the Volturno river and shoke hands...Italy 
was finally unified under the same flag!
Thanks to the peasants, the scoundrels and the artisans, 
who took up arms against the Bourbon King, 
but little they knew that the King of the North
had deceived them into many false liberties...
all the wealth they accrued was taken North,
leaving desolation, suffering and poverty behind...
this is how they treated their southern brothers!

Should there be a grudge against the young Northerners?
Their Forefather was the evil one who snatched all with stealth;
now, they prosper and look us down as lazy bums...
they have forgotten that civilization started here!
Naples was the center of music and literature besides her wealth;
artists and composers came and some dwelled here!
The South will rise again, and will know new glory:
southern brothers, let's get rid of crime: the undefeatable enemy
whose incurable plague prevents all progress!
Southern brothers, let's clean our land of the mobsters who despise God;
think of the martyrs who preached the Gospel to the pagans
in these very lands that Heaven has blessed, but violent men have defiled!  

Written on 2/10/2016

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016

Details | Narrative |

The Devil Dances In Clawed Feet

 The Devil Dances In Clawed Feet
         (A lively little jig too) 

I dreamed of darkness in a room round
there were in it boxes dark black.
Opening each nothing in it was found
except a worn and torn empty sack.

After the heavy lids I then closed
strange figure sat in the corner.
And there it smiled big as it posed
hat removed, it was a two horner!

Now give the devil his credit and due
for in his hand a snake appeared.
Why on earth it laughed I had no clue
I was shaken and much a'feared!

As it crawled over to my shaking feet
devil rose to dance a jolly jig.
Music played to a dark, horrific beat
and my wide eyes got saucer big.

In fear, I stomped the snake into mush
devil only laughed hard at me.
With a wicked grin and whispered hush
told me what the cost would be.

Say I was shocked, hell I was floored
his price was a dance with me.
A fine, lively jig because he was bored
only then did clawed feet I see!

Music played another lively little beat
my arm he grabbed and we danced.
While my eyes never left his clawed feet
in his delight, my how he pranced!

Finished he took himself a mighty big bow
into sacks in the boxes he leaped.
Now my mind wondered what and the how
was devil's torment next be reaped!

The boxes vanished leaving sacks of gold
there was gold coins in each sack.
Now I believe every devil story I am told
and pray -
Like hell, my dancing partner comes back!

R.J. Lindley

Note- From my private journal. I was 18 when I
wrote this one. I think I thought it quite funny.
Sept 12th, 1972

Side note-- Money all gone now but those sacks now hold

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Dark World

Mammoth monsters drag a weapon along their path,
as lava flows all around them. The weapon is invisible
to the human eye; only in the dark realms of Hades
that the malevolent dwellers can see an evil
that can swallow the Sun.....

Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2015

Details | Diminished Hexaverse |

The mystery with no viel

Life is a creative 
A playful
A dance with 
No reason
A non-sensical Mystery
Extending through and beyond logic.
Nothing holds it at both sides
Yet here it is. (There it is)

Copyright © Graham Eakin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epic |

The Settlement of the Four Ligures

The stones slipped through the great fingertips of God
Each ligure staked its existence on the four corners of the universe
The quadrivial region began to spin and pull into a sphere
And pathways revealed their footholds 

The fourth ligure bravely landed in the midst of history
So that one day the future settlement of the second 
Would be moved by the last—by the past
Suffering much it stayed
Manifesting in incandescent words
Thrusting evanescence upon the weak
Selfless, it's sorrow would move the merriest
Would move the unmovable

The third lies in the profound valley of mystical guardians
Star-recruited, they are the very light above the canvas of gray
They embrace the stone—are inspired by the stone  
The very reflection of their creator was evident
Upon their unremitting glimmers
Unafraid to stare the others down
Motivated and construed by the glower of death
Eyes move fixedly beyond the simple vast

The second ligure rested upon the shoulders of invisible martyrs 
The hopeful power it planted on the sufferers was unbelievable
For spectators used their disbelief to cover their ever-placed envy
They never were part of the battle—they merely watched
Always seeing truth
But they never quite absorbed
Like a rock hitting the water
The inevitable fate was to fly and sink

The first of the ligures settled in the very reservoir of Satan himself
Even the very heart of the devil is marked
Though rebellion embarked  
The cold stone landed upon his naked bosom
He despaired not to the pericopal truth the gods had bestowed upon him
He merely despised it
But wished not to lose it
For such a stone to fall upon that dark corner—he felt pride for the gracious wound

In truth, there are twelve ligures of stone 
And four were dispersed, dropped into the universe
The last eight the great Eternal wears upon his breastplate 
And only He can re-move these ligures

-July 20, 2013-
-For Shadow Himilton's Any Subject Contest-
-Thanks for the inspiration-

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013