Set smoke, so sweet, so delicate
Something fuliginous, so intricate
Ocher bronze is all that I can see
You're beautiful, a dime to me
Spheres of the purist maple syrup
Sums them up; affectionately
Flowing through my heart, forever over my soul
Suspensions of golden medallions, never to control
Carob or chocolate cold never be
Subbed; for your lens looking at me
Caliginous, foreboding, but never forbidden
Like a chestnut mare; not broken, or ridden
My devotion is firmly planted, in your Earthly visions
You absolutely slay me with your warm decisions
Whimsical; they are made of fine mahogany
Eye's like yours set all apart; yet set me free
Categories:
fuliginous, love,
Form: Free verse
Walking in the dark ghostly night
During the black stillness of twilight
Into the forest of superstitious fear
Burning eyes through you do sear
A fuliginous mist hung in the air
Obscured things that werent there
Atmosphere held a sinister feel
Fueling fears how will you deal
Secrets held on this eves hallow
Bodies hid in graves so shallow
Sending through you such chills
Behind the spooky haunted hills
When you hear a thumping sound
Jumping in fright you turn around
Thinking this could be your ending
Doomed feelings now are pending
Screeching screams of night owls
Werewolves deep guttural growls
Make your skin feel it's crawling
Leaving you there standing bawling
~No one escape from life alive you see~
So stay at home and you'll be free
~Even the dead tell stories of fright~
On this Ghoulish monsters night
"No one escapes from life alive"
~Michael Crichton~
"Even the dead tell stories"
~Marcus Sedgwick~
Haha my sad attempt at scary!;)
Categories:
fuliginous, halloween,
Form: Rhyme
Shadows
fuliginous, dark
masking, concealing, cloaking
ambiguity, obscurity, visibility, clarity
seeking, configuring, connecting
uncovered, transparent
Lucidity
Categories:
fuliginous, success,
Form: Diamante
Standing before this refulgent pool of reflection
Rhythm obviates the need for a new direction;
Ocular atrocities; I view my deeds in serious light
Cursed mortal, deigning his will in frantic flight.
Quotidian lies have splendid colors in retrospect
See them pass my way; artifices of hell I suspect,
The mettle to steel myself from these horrid sights
My request inside, my importunate yet buried plight,
Turgid notes I play, to insist granting another day;
I for one can hear a Seraphic call when I pray,
But forgiveness that is not ordinary my only asking;
Allow me then to palaver you with the daily tasking.
Beg? No I shall never do such a wasteful thing;
For my disdain shall undo a most beautiful sting.
Standing before this fuliginous pool of speculation
I see him stand beside me, and ask for my invocation.
Categories:
fuliginous, faith, introspection, religion,
Form: Rhyme