And in parts of the world for medicals,
revive their bestilled passions. Magic holds
practiced heart of effervescent spectrum,
aquatic lilies peals, summons one home.
Aqueous lotus blossom, promenade
scopes, Victorian vintage masquerade.
Lotus glow's vibrance, chamber harmony,
lilies show congruous flows wordlessly.
Striking colors subtle ebb the nightshades,
fused mind trending qualities, our charades.
There's a conclusion to the water blooms
supporters like us, they are without rooms
linger looms, Lilies & Lotus bloom hopes,
a mountain of some measure aligned slopes.
The thorny bush of resentment enwraps my heart and soul,
Suppressing the blooms of joy that try to spread their petals;
Like hemlocks, nightshades, castor beans, and oleander knolls,
It poisons my pure environs blemishing fine fettles...!
I'm enraged, often, my inner equilibrium gone,
I am imprisoned in the jail created on my own;
Carrying in my pocket the snake of hate I'm angst prone,
Peacefulness is fully gone, there's a constant cyclone...!
When there's no anchor for rancor soul is shipwrecked, often,
I, as responsible captain, with awareness control;
Mind in Brahma, to stop rancor I should take precaution,
Through a life one with God, I can save my body and soul...!
Why couldn't I embrace each creature and exist for all?
Why couldn't I travel within and put things in order?
Why could not I through my good thoughts, words, and deeds bliss enthrall?
Why couldn't, one with the divine, turn a peace accorder...?
The night sky is darkest before dawn
Ere the sun peeps over the horizon,
Before I have stretched or had a yawn
The night sky is darkest before dawn.
While the nightshades are still drawn,
And the world is waiting for the risin’
The night sky is darkest before dawn,
Ere the sun peeps over the horizon.
Written October 5, 2022
Snake oil does not cure the curse when it enters the blood
Two blind eyes have turned face inside they burn out of focus
Cold as ice cutting to the core nightshades has twisted the soul
love your enemies as they suffer from hate
it is time to bury the hatchet in words
When humans take away certain values we are left with monsters
Removing peace and justice that which dictates against the truth
Leaving this world to its vices instruct the ignorant
do right by God as we move forward getting closer to the grave
This personal death and abandonment has created in many
an individual fear in the shame one feels
is within that being judged by their own sins
Dragon tears you come from inside a fountain
the burning fire hot trails down the mountain
where agony aches behind a great wall imprisoned
alone cold pearls drop iced have pity on a poor soul
The gatekeeper prods with hot irons branding
worthless within the flesh a pain turns cruelly
Into hell's inferno twisting knots in the guts begging mercy
have pity on the suffering fool playing the violin striking cords
in a flash captured with strings attached
A joker caught in the darkness chained to agonies madness
its there that the banshee wails crying into the night
in the morning dew you remain salted upon the grass
Lost in the land without a loving heartbeat to be found warm
the spirit of cold nightshades paints from the decaying corpse
walking around afraid of the light shining with love
Without belching
or hiccupping misty smoke,
the waiting sea
swallowed the setting sun;
up popped the bright
mirror-ball moon.
The quiet sky sprinkled its self
with twinkling stars
as the restless wind whistled
through the terrestrial nightshades.
A colony of fireflies
played blinking Marco Polo
as a pair of stoic owls,
with bulging eyes,
kept nocturnal watch
over the orchestrated night.
All one will ever need is you everlasting loyalty
where a thousand teardrops are sourced
glistening gems from the fountain they shall fall
with the grace adorned beauty held within
That of a single tune striking cords deeply
Kissed by the oceans is the salt contained
In wild seas it's there phantoms of the past nightshades
driven by ghosts is the tides turning current
Crashing waves hurled by the breath exhaled
tempest of the storm you carry away footprints
where all that remains is the shell of your being
bleached through the sands of time
The spirit of memories polluted
fingerprints crossing over your spine
Ghouls that crawl eerily creeping
from an abyss of the darkest claws scratching
Consuming with fire aching burns
scaled by nightmares of the past demons
From under tombstones they rise cold echoes
undead souls of bygone nightshades haunt
The smallest gesture captivates this world
changing a life forever takes one person of courage
In a journey into the future following hope
passing through the depths of darkness finding peace
Alone I search the stars holding my breath inside wishes
for that one special light a blessing so pure radiates
Sweet soul I surrender to you under each passing new moon
steps forward a little closer in finding you answers all dreams
Take this heartbeat in your hand my love and dance with me
Under the beam where shadows come alive sparks will fly
In your amazing grace royal crowning jewels will shine
Joining hands together we become united
Under a lovers moon where the moondogs kiss the sparkle
kissed by the guardian soul fluttering butterflies breathtaking
Nightshades hold you inside wishes closing lashes
tears fall as the morning dew
Awakening each living daydream smiles
I will always my love wait for you until the end of time
So many people suffer
as they condemn others with extreme hate
raping hearts violently shredding inner purity
inside deep council cries as ugly visions hurt
tainted with nightshades
unforgiving it creates wars
through such ugly bitterness
Twisted within a dark fork
judgement overpowers emotions
killing without mercy love and divine beauty
A human virtue turned upside down
in this world we all know our hearts plea
In what is right and what is wrong
Yet we turn a blind eye ignoring the truth
ignorance plays its roll
as our soul is colorless
we all bleed tears falling pain inside heartache
raindrops of a deep hurt remains
holding love as the most precious pure gift
undying beauty will always remain beautiful
I really do trust you honey
all one asks of you in return love
please don't hurt me as you're, gem precious
Sparking dazzles the sun setting rose
Gold awakening a treasure feeling inside
dreams become reality, you babe the nightshades
silk satin warm kissing a star one magic wish
Embracing deeply thought, of your touch in fingers
One light weaving, gently drawing, sweet pure and raw
Emotions sweetheart soft, warmly, loving you true
Tenderly alone one gift love you're an angel
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About this poem:
wrote in a 9/12 syllable count
The hooks went deeper,
A phantasmal itch.
Guiding him steeper,
More soul scars needing stitched.
Needle a quiver,
Injecting a mark.
Gambit so clever,
The results were stark.
Collapsing in a pile,
Upon a dirt floor.
Nightshades bile,
Straight to the core.
A beautiful view,
With violent convulsions.
Tearing his sinew,
All to feed his compulsion.
In this small dirty shack,
His mind a euphoric mess.
Retribution at his back,
Twisted emotions, taken roost in his chest.
He cupped his face with,
Scarred hands of leather.
Salt tears drip,
With revulsion and pleasure.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I never..."
For the: What Do You Make of This? Contest.
-The first image of the eye with a skull inside the pupil.
(03/11/13)
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Acherontia Styx
The ancient river of between
Nightshades powdered wing gold and purple
Flutters the dead skull
In soft velvet wizardry’s cloak
The eye of the moon caped in cloud
Traverses the underworld sheet of stars
With deaths head mark laid upon its back
On the subtle wings of mysteries code
Luminescent beauty painted golden dark
And flight amidst the dividing veil
Carries in secret the phantom messages
Of ferryman Charon
And dreams so mortal of the silent expanse
Beckon on to the end of life
Portent and guide
Rides the shadow in the full moons eye
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