Time has weathered its walls, and nature has claimed it as its own, with vines and foliage covering every surface as if foraging for room. The air is thick with a sense of dejic-mystery and significance depicted overtly by the castle's towering entrance. There are tales and tall tales that surround this place, that ignite one's curiosity even further. If you get the right traveler and enough ale. But never had any of them acquired the knowledge of it's location. Most of them even ending their accounts with, "but all of it but a myth", or it's equivalent.
Is this overgrown castle, that whispers of it's readiness to divulge its secrets and echoes that have been shaded within its walls and forgotten by Time, playing with the imagination or siring a confidant, a worker of its magics.
Graft appeared as a small child in contrast as he pushed open the Great doors. They let out a great shriek from age and unuse, sounding much like a Vulcarn ready to dive, giving battle cry as the last thing one would hear before the black...
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controlling fate
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Behold Creation in a blink of an eye,
ethereal elation of the siring sky,
Reverberant rotation will comply,
with nebulous narration to beautify…
Metaphysical displays soon awake,
ambient arrays conceptions partake,
Solar winds agaze as they intake,
revered rays amidst their birthing bake...
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Celestial seas that navigate,
bionomical breeze surround to stimulate,
A frigid freeze to isolate,
dawning degrees of stellar suns that incubate…
Upon the mind of an eternal god,
all designed creations to their applaud,
And thus mankind to be awed,
a shutters speed blind that we are flawed.
May.14.2020
Shutter Speed Poetry
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
Placed 5'th...Thank you
A splendiferous, majestic beast
male lions live lives of famine or feast.
In Africa, he's dubbed the king
reigning supreme over everything.
A super-sized cat he rules the pride
siring all cubs, he won't be denied.
In regal pose, he scans his domain
where due to poachers so few remain.
(Rhyme)
04,30,2019
Free verse or Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
#3 photo used
Years have traversed
Pushing thoughts astride
Ushering in new desires
Sunsets may fade away
Siring newborn tomorrows
Yearning for blessed knowledge
I who feels the scent of love
On my death bed.
Organ plays the last verse
The hearse carries the last rose
Labyrinth of headache and heartache
Cold steel walls
Surrounding and compounding
Trapped passageways
Constrict and conflict
Navigating carefully
To avoid the hellish realms
Checking my three and my six
But still exist my qualms
The lava burns as my stomach churns
The firey glow awaits regardless of my turn
Finally i've been ensnared
And so I sigh and despair
I was expecting the curse
And so I bid thee
Do thy worst
How naive
How comically foolish!
The embers surge into my eyes
Siring, stinging, burning
Whites falling to red dyes
Pain, needles, drying
I seal it tight and my muscles fight
Tears seep out through impenetrable defences
And again, the blinding light
Locked up lids
But of the needles I cannot rid
Fire, fire, massive torrents of pain
World blurs as fists swing into tiles
Anger, consuming!
Must withhold for a while...
Blinded like a bat
My eyes scream and complain
WHAT IS VISION?!
For all I know is pain
To forgo the hurt and the heck
Please
Tell me i'm near death
The tissue is clutched
Forced into my face
Ahhh, cleansing serenity
The needles, done away
Then I got out of the shower
Beyond the face
This cloud is dreaming of raining.
So clear the sun jewels on droplets.
Endlessly falling and siring, desire and release tumble onwards.
Night and day fighting, the lightning is writing it all down.
Being a singular person and being circumstances
Circular wheels are spinning and dreaming of squares.
Solidly fluid the movement is watching the dancer.
Flirting ‘tween over concern and deserting, who cares.
One drop of water living in the ocean.
No two existances being the same
Only one grain of sand just like this one
Only one person ever came.
And no separation in empty space.
I look into eye beyond the face.
Sunlit bright daydreams morph into solstice
Nature yields bounty to chill darkening hours
Clear night sky visions whisper of justice
Sunlit bright daydreams morph into solstice
Siring still patience serene preying mantis
Wisdom’s maturity bestowed empowers
Sunlit bright daydreams morph into solstice
Nature yields bounty to chill darkening hours.
today i saw the ghost of wanting
and in his finest linens, he did dress
he was made-up of may past-up, could of have been lovers
that would like to have had been
Perhaps, maybe, surly possibly...
and in this ghost of greener grasses
i have found no Peace
because in the wanting of a thing or person
self will lie
so in this lie i twisted the truth
and new (knew) love was not there for the doe (female of various mammals) of me
so i will walk the halls of wallpapered, soloed nudity alone
and yet not the lonely soul of me, will be accompanied by you
never, to be moved with the passion of true
that with (which) of nature that wants
natural Sexual emotion
siring (singing )under the waters of wheres and wants
only to mix up unwanted thoughts
no there be no shame
only understanding
that what will be will be
and wanting will not make it so...