In the night wallowed forlorn arts, casting glowing shadows from amongst sempiternal darkness, such brevity before the course of riven lives cast aside, aside then and step through the open gate. Sojourn of the reveries again you must displease me, but in return a promised wish, and wish you do and wish you might upon this star, luciferous, the morning star.
When I sit atop enchanted hills
draped in green silk,
I feel your presence so fiercely;
our distance waning,
feeling it's gravitational pull, as
our souls are entwined in
iridescent bliss, amidst this
phantasmagoric love story.
Swirling amidst the clouds, that
blanket our hearts, with
everlasting emotions—
I cover myself in your
honey-glazed scent,
pirouetting beneath
glimmering astral showers,
drizzled throughout our
cosmic haven of resplendency.
Cradled in the ballad of
your sempiternal devotion and love,
I’m addicted to your alchemy, as
I feel wisps of our intimacy,
sparkling in alabaster beams of
a virescent destiny,
layered across aureate tales
of our chasmic ever after.
It is unconscionable to ponder
that God's awesomeness is questionable.
The permanence of his good countenance
lies beyond the sustenance of the shrewdness
of our
insouciant condescension.
The incandescence of His amour in our lives
should remain aglow with eternal longevity,
so that any falsehood
be irreproachably reprehensible,
His presence is without pretence
That thunderous fires
owe His infallibility a debt,
Even when death has dealt with our incorrigibilities,
we must summon courage
to quench the flames of inveterate servitude.
And in solemn solitude
our being
should exude an astute gratitude,
that girds our vulnerability
with great fortitude.
And in the sober cadence of our credence,
we should attest to the sempiternal essence of God's existence,
not to be subsumed by the puerile creed
of a monk with no god.
Her winsome smile belied her secret essence
A temptress and siren
Given to saturnine quintessence
And I a man of placid and calm complexion
Became ever more umbrageous
With each stranger she offered affection
Ciara Cybelle chose to take her chances
Unconcerned by my mood
Continued her frenzied romances
She swooned at my charm
And laughed at my wit
And yet held to another man’s arm
Ciara Cybelle a nymph out of hell
Twisting a man
With her temptress spell
I had to make her understand
She simply had to see
I must be her only man
But Ciara Cybelle laughed instead
Eyes flashing fire
She brazenly said
The likes of me would never know
The deliciousness
Of the charms she would bestow
On other men she found fairer
Then in a rage
I struck in blind error
And carefree Ciara Cybelle
Lay shattered and still
At my feet where she fell
To the dark waters I fed
The alabaster body
Of Ciara Cybelle dead
Now benthic stillness of cimmerian depths
Disturbed by the pale lifeless limbs
Of Ciara Cybelle
Now tumescent and water pruned
The once sempiternal beauty
Forever ruined
For many times we've been down,
Are we not still standing now?
At dawn we petition the divine,
Hoping for renascence into the sempiternal.
Be it luminous sun or caliginous night, neither is optional,
Then the sun kisses the mountains goodbye,
Reminding us how swiftly time flies.
If we sleep,
Will we see tomorrow?
The rising sun is never promised.
Yet with hope, we close our eyes,
Longing to see it kiss the dew,
Freeing the grass to stand tall with pride.
That is us, that will be us,
Falling like raindrops,
But we never fall,
We descend to silence the dust,
And rise again as petrichor.
We never fall, we transcend,
That's how life shapes us,
There we were, this is us,
and those will be us,
and with hope,
Here we are, still standing,
We never fall.
Have you ever been
haunted (no you have not)
by a ghost from the future not even born yet
in your paper thin realm
trolled from a time post human extinction
it could only happen to you so-called
dead in your grave still tossing and turning
& scratching like a deviant
moldering and unquiet one hundred years now
and the whispers yes whispers from
the parallell (this is how we spell it now)
corridoor (see previous) keeping you
a-threshold in your very well deserved
sempiternal shelf of discomfort
Out here bebee the fourth dimension
swings in ways you cannot conceive so
don't test your pretty lil head
much of which is mush and thistle
but! you may be due compensation
for the futurama funnel imposition
a leakage episode beyond apology
under section bla bla
please submit your claim within 30 days
via the usual medium and
we shall endeavour to ensure
requiem aeternam thus ceasing
your infernal insomnia
yours the 3am committee
Meticulously petitioning the Divine for renascence,
From the trepidation of my solipsistic ways.
A renascence into the sempiternal.
For a moment, I was indolent.
But mercy is not optional,
Love unconditional.
Seeking the Magnanimous One,
The Luminous One renders me numinous.
Promised blessings falling like raindrops,
Sheltered by anointing,
Like Daniel, before whom beasts capitulate,
Like Shadrach, untouched by flame,
Like Job faith unshaken by self-fame,
Oh, my soul bless the Omnipotent name.
Grimoire enchantress beguiles vetala invictus, slicka min kisse, hehe just kidding, just a u’i lata spreading sugar, a sweet gift. A snarl like smile crosses my countenance as I manifest into a deity of quintessential grandiloquence on this edifice, casting thy maestra symphony to be or not to be liminal esoteric Mnemosyne velleity, but in fact a vatic edict on tantalizing your most intimate sultry.
Necromantic kissy kissy muah, to the necrobiotic, rictus lambent lament, melodious songbird choir of sempiternal complexity to make sanguinary fervid incipient lachrymose flooding the streets. Cross this lycanthropic malediction for I ventriolic assanina husks empyrean arcana dismal fates under thy hex with the depths psychopomp Yggdrasil.
Careful where you tread mortal, goddess of the nigh is here, witchess gazes through the fenestral, nocturne saucers glimmer as the siren lures you with serenades and her visage, just an itty bitty bite is how it starts, catch a sweet tooth and it will splay you apart. Velvets bear jagged fangs emptying your chest cavity of your heart, delicate if it’s eaten before it stops.
Written: May 13, 2024
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We saunter, obsessed, under the alabaster,
In gloomy hours, a melodic whisper fills the air.
The setting sun whispers a story of twilight,
Lake's ethereal stillness reflects the soul.
A symphony of feelings, a rhythm of the soul,
As the moon scintilla adorns night with gold.
A night where truths and dreams intertwine,
A sempiternal sky whispered a lullaby.
We find solace in the stillness of night,
A tranquil respite amid life's fraught storm.
A swath of serene silence, an alabaster sky,
An opportunity to inhale, to sense, to sway.
Water is a reflection of our inner musings,
It is a mirror of starry night's fascination.
A fleeting glimpse, an ember of honesty,
We are alone in the silence of night.
So let us stroll, engulfed in alabaster.
Night dimness softly murmurs and exhales.
We find our solace in stillness of night.
In azure waters, our most sincere beings.
Written: May 03, 2024
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I witnessed the dawn seraphic sapphire spike,
I marveled at the world's exquisiteness strike.
The colors shimmered in the first light glow,
Cleansed by nature's tears of the night flow.
The cracks and scratches of each passing day,
Rest below the morning mist, silky display.
Tattered torn edge of an aging landscape,
Blessed and healed by the kiss of dawn escape.
These scenes have opened my eyes before,
However, their insight remains in explore.
A truth, now revealed, from within my heart,
After haze, the sun's limber rays impart.
After sorting amid the dust life's sand,
An array of the exceptional grew at hand.
A solitary grain amid circular void space,
Never did I predict leaping ways in a trace.
I cast my heart aside into the ocean,
An indigo scope of a replica of devotion.
Brimming with tremendous vision,
A shimmering journey toward emotion.
I let out a sigh and gave in to its might,
The glowing streams of sacred insight.
Permeate me with an empathic fervor,
Gaze is off rays of a sempiternal usurper.
Hydraulic system, heart made of pistons
Every co-ordinated mechanical manoeuvre
My heart served to you on a platter, your hors d'oeuvre
I look into your eyes, a deplorable disguise
Retinas of glass, I see right through your lies
Figments of my imagination
Don't come and cause me more vexation
Circling my mind
Tormenting, suffering, sempiternal gyration
My nerve endings started with you
Now unaware to whom
Now that you're gone
I can finally take off this costume
Now isn't the time for salvation
I re-evaluate our amalgamation
Not even an antisocial personality disorder
Could sum up a source of order
Wander your favourite forest
Walk past me and get hit with my poignant odour
Uncover my carcass, I don't need a hearse
Just dump me in the Oder
Dismember me piece by piece
Put me back together however you'd like
The puzzle wont be beautiful
Something incomparable to Vandyke
Written: January 01st, 2023
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My diaphanous wallet held the moon,
a curious sensation rose in my chest
pale at night
I stole a
massive cosmic cluster
for a tinge of ethereal light.
Secretly wears Saturn's rings
Venus continues her romance
brought me her prized assets
kissed quickly
planet Mars snuck through
discrete carrier bag,
dedicated to city redecorating.
Widespread cognizance prevailed
drape of wings and sapphire plume,
designed bespoke by the Seraphim
nimbus swirls and nebulous sky,
within the cosmic shower ring,
a sempiternal empyreal cherubic niche,
I swiftly seized it as it whizzed by.
5th place contest winner
I'm
the
white fog
layered on
gold-jasmine face of
the orange moon, shimmering with
shy starships and laced along hailstones of honesty;
When the sapphires of earth are etched with orchestral milky beams, smeared with ominous balms,
I want you to weave a cherry-crescent with periwinkle dreams and let aqua-pink amulets swing with gossamer threads of lotus-life,
which shall pull my sempiternal heartstrings, as frost of the last snow kisses the lunar orchards, twirling upon maroon ruins of moonwalking memories. I'll forever be that silver haze, lingering in your soul's seascapes.
I want to be like the moon,
A source of guiding light in the dark,
For the people lost in sempiternal darkness.
I want to be like the moon,
Who shines in the gloom, glowing with vigour,
A muse for the lover of arts.
I want to be like the moon,
Radiant in the luminosity of the sun,
Surrounded by the dancing stars.
I want to be like the moon,
Too far, from everyone's reach,
Yet very close for those who seek.
K.S.Lakshmi
Vacant Perdition
Reeling listless
Empty story
Gazing, endless
Mandatory
Purgatory
Muted motion
Thinking sorely
Null devotion
Sudden urges
Fleeting feelings
Will emerges
Sailing ceilings
Disused dealings
Mislaid purpose
Broken meanings
Without service
It’s insipid
Bouncing bluster
Wisdom wicked
Nothing mustered
Lacking luster
Sempiternal
Filibuster
Silence vernal
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