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Karen Croft Among the Dead
Every night she walks into darkness
The amethyst mist swoons her darkened figure
As she glides between the grave stones
the ravens cower over her in pleasure
Keeping watch over her husband
She is among the dead now
The life sucked out of her
To the grounds of the cemetery she remains
Forever trapped in her own dismay
Her once white wedding gown turned from the drowning of her tears
Raven, herself already dead inside
Her soul lost
Her heart stopped beating the night she shot her husband and watched his lifeless
body fall to the floor
She walks in gloom
The cemetery her safe haven
It reserves a place for her
For every where she glances her name is etched in stone
Lend me your emerald ears
Hear my liquid love song
Drown fears lighten tears teal
Revealing the deepest chocolate heart
I long for you like bird blue
Craves the wind beneath wings
For you make me fly and cry and sing
Without caring for onyx opinion
You know my naked truth and smooth
The rough patches of my past into pearls
Despite being a neon naughty girl
You see me as good worthy of love
You accept me as amethyst queen
And king the joy you bring is heavenly
I peel layers of me for you to consume
However you want I am a bloom
Of passionate flowers wilting from famine
Your sunny kisses mix with rainstorms
That our bodies create and conform
I can’t live without you and I don’t want to
Grow old with me in time and dream
All the things that you want to do
Tell me how we can be better together
For solo is not in the cards dealt us
We may never part but if we do
My heart will be stronger for loving you
Has conjured a new fierce spirit
That God has blessed us with
love is a marionette, kissed by kismet,
stitching in secret ~
the cursive cure from Cupid’s strings,
whilst this ink slowly breathes
on the silent sinews of devotion,
as if the heart never knew
the synonyms of the soul’s touch,
too afraid to embrace
the sound of the wind ~
caught in your dreams,
for the inner child
harbors bruised blues,
b r e e z i n g through abandoned dawns…
and I sit in my seclusion,
sipping the aftertaste
of a sad surprise ~
haunting my psyche,
knocking on my cruel conscience,
for romance has always been
the start of an undeniable unraveling ~
of hurt and illusions,
of sorrow and helplessness ~
a peony that pains and pines
beneath its own lament,
yet still I muse ~
tasting the testaments of truth,
of what could have been
and what almost was,
for the ending was the beginning
of my heart’s harp harmonizing,
plucking aching echoes
from coffin-colored chords,
cryptic cadence,
that still lives in the afterglow
of an amethyst sunset ~
painted with tears and time…
so remember me
as more than a poem
spun from metaphors of misery ~
in desolate delight,
as I am the silhouette
of your solitary scribbles,
the sigh that drifts
between your syllables,
a rhyme of what was crafted
in silence,
and what bleeds on endlessly…
A castle full of mouths that talk about you
They tell me your vices that aren't true
But all my ears listen are the words my heart speak of you
So I dedicate this piece of cloth to crochet something I always knew
As the ball of the yarn unravels
Our moments flow like a film
So I pass a warp through a pearl
A pearl I sew in your name
For every tear that rolled down my face
You became the tearsmith of this game
The warp looks for a Ruby
A Ruby I sew in your name
For every Rage that hammered the nails on my fence
Yet I built a home for us in my defence
As a Warp of tricot is sewn
The green Emerald shines
For every bright smile that u brought me by
You became the star in my sky
Emerged from the garden, a beautiful Lily
Just the way the loom yearns for this beauty
My amethyst appears subtly
How you bring the tint of blush on my cheek, gently
A kiss on the kneedle as I pass it through
The moonstone who is as passionate as you
For every touch you carved on my skin
For the first ever glance that let our story begin
Staying true to all my desires
I knit in this rare sapphire
With all these dreams you bring me of our empire
You unleash this heart to be set on fire
The strong clear diamond stands alone
As I weave in this last gemstone
It reflects our bond bright
Together we become infinite
Stone by stone, stitch by stitch
The gemstones all align
Now my life hangs by a thread
The mouths in the castle are silenced
And they slowly transform into eyes
Eyes that witness my emotions
Emotions weaved into Stories
Call me Penelope
As I weave an irreversible Tale
A Tale of You and Me
P o e t r y
the timeless nepenthe
to my aching soul,
a cluster of calming couplets
caressing the ventricular vortex within my heart.
When dark is the dawn,
when cold is the air,
and heavy is the garnet
I wear around fatigued fingers,
eager to release
the suppressed scars that linger…
Tonight, I listen to the wind
whisper to the waves,
verses of the sea sapphires
mirroring the sanguine sun~
rendered with rhinestones
and rustic rose gold,
as the quill of kismet
drips droplets of chocolate diamonds,
a perfumed prism of petal-like promises
urging my pining silhouette
to pirouette amongst crisp light
of Feng Shui chimes,
emanating a hibiscus harmony
composed from forget-me-not blues,
as twilight envelops
this canvas
in eucalyptus euphoria,
awakening pigments of peace
from a balmy palette of an artist
painting letters of love
in relentless red.
And as the moon slowly wanes,
leaving a starry reverie
embellished with emeralds,
I listen to the redolent rhymes
rippling with
unscripted solace,
like Van Gogh’s fields
flourishing with fragrant flowers,
amidst the angst veiled
between butterfly strokes
of citrine and lime green.
So let these metaphors
from my mellifluous muse,
be coated with neon stars,
as the mind heals
to the melody of melancholy~
my sweet e s c a p e
from poisoned vines
tangled around
amethyst anklets,
rustling with resonant refrains~
for here in this cathartic maze,
I’ve found an ethereal retreat~
soaked in elixirs
kissed by the
singing streaks of Luna.
A is for amber ambition and amethyst dreams
B is for believing in yourself and becoming
C is for creativity courage and celebrating
D is for developing Deja vu and dancing
E is for engaging and encouraging
F is for fun flavor and fulfilling
G is for greatness and God and gifting
H is for happy holy and having
I is for interesting introvert
J is for joyful jokes and chicken that’s jerk
K is for kind kisses king kente
L is for love lavender and lake
M is for magic moon messenger music
N is for noon night now do it
O is for onyx oxtails and onions
P is for purple peace pinky toes with no bunions
Q is for queen quiet and quest
R is for red riot and required rest
S is for soul singing song
T is for Teal Taj Mahal tone
U is for Universe understanding
V is for violet vote and victory
W is for winning wholeheartedly writing
X is for xenophobia isn’t that exciting
Y is for yes yellow and you
Z is for Zulu people with eyes like moon
I woke up to the soft
marigold melodies
of whistling waves,
reverberating in
turquoise tunes,
stirring the sleeping
sunrise within my soul,
while the hermit crabs,
soaked in salty sand,
creep along the ivory
shores at a slow pace,
too eager to find a
faulty ray from my
honeyed horizon.
Yet I refused to allow
the crawling crustaceans
to obscure the serene scenes
unfolding in shades
of teal zeal beneath
azure spheres,
for I am the
metaphorical mermaid,
weaving aquatic anthems,
awaiting the crystalline
calling from the warm
arms of an oceanic heart.
I remember walking
on colorful clouds,
tiptoeing my way to
the psychedelic gates
of seraphic realms,
oblivious to the
hibiscus haven thriving
in tropical fruitfulness.
Perhaps the flavors
of twilight cocktails
were blended with
trippy ingredients,
untying ribboned skies
to unveil a
kaleidoscopic staircase
to untouched bliss,
where no breathing
footprints can blemish
the pearlescent purity
of an exotic paradise.
There, in the rhyme-less
roots of palm trees,
you’ll find my inked dreams,
kissing the cinnamon sun,
unfurling herbs of
seasoned sanguinity,
a singing siesta
soothing ruffled crests
rippling with topaz tranquility
along celestial currents.
This is me turning perfumed
pages of my grounded reality;
a picturesque painting
sketched in the
amethyst arena of
my sixth chakra,
and I will forever remain
in this island of romanticism,
collecting conch shells,
writing poetry with
evergreen stems,
and floating weed,
a lyrical hideaway,
without scarred flowers
envious of the sapphires
I knit in ceremonial silence.
If tomorrow, there is
no sailing catamaran
to steer your lusterless shadows,
here upon porcelain dunes,
forgive my need to
strive in sweet seclusion,
I am no longer strayed
on ruthless routes that
lack emerald empathy
and camellia compassion.
Silver sentiments of loves joys and pain
Everything to loose everything to gain
Violet voice shakes when you call my name
Red heart waits in the purple rain
Hands they read what eyes can’t see
Braille book pleads come back to me
Nothing in the world entices to eat
Your passion is the only thing that feeds
Purple rain dance drives insane
Lovely romantic energy that drains
Nothing to lose everything to gain
The roses are renewed the blues aren’t the same
Looked at a photo from a year ago
Now that I’m solo feel so old
You have a smile flys me like plane
Come back to me now kiss me in the purple rain
Purple rain dance drives me insane
Amethyst heart cries out in pain
Brain that sparks calling your name
Life is tart till I see you again
In the palate of a rainbow purple is my muse , such depth, such splendour it entrances the eye it fixates only on it
This is the colour of great many things, it may be the lavender of lilacs, or the boldness of a ripe juicy plum , may be that designer plush velvety chair which up on you sit
Purple is represented by royalty on the crown it is displayed with regal attention one must pay
It can be found as amethyst so stellar in its purity , attractive to the bitterness of skeptics, set in the finest of jewelry there it lay
A colour like no other , it’s quite awe is displayed in the cherished summers dusk , that brings solace to the waiting mind
It pretties up the scenery of the naked forest and speckles it in kind
Sensory bliss , euphoric, a constant for a master piece work of art , unique with a pleasure so appealing for all to witness that the heart can see
A Purple Heart for valour, the pleasing touch of velour , the only colour of a vintage El Camino as on drives off into the sunset , purple it the muse for me
~
“Beneath a sky of shimmered days, upon this twilight beauty gaze”
In fern leaf wishes of mesmeric verse,
shadows drift as banners flowing
‘pon pinecone promises and desired forevers
where amethyst voices echo melodic
harmonies above foot print mosaics,
heaven laced on soft green grasses.
Enchantment comes in sunset tranquility
and euphoric dreams on a periwinkle canvas
of whispering pastel clouds…
as brush strokes of nature
gather in this eternal solitude,
where your love shall be the guardian of my heart
and I will bask in the serenity of
your twilight beauty forever
~