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GhostsNight time musings;
hollow-eyed and shallow-breathed,
filling the spaces between clouds.

Quivering shadow skin…

And there are voices in the dark,
lost sighs and weight upon whisper;
but, we are all whispers here.

Strange FleshCarry me so my feet won't
touch the floor,
taste me when we arrive,

breathe your life into me
while entering the
wound of your obsession,

it consumes where I bleed;
deny me your veil
and salvage your religion--

sin upon sin wades in spume
each time you emerge,
to offer me its strange flesh.

The End of the Tunnel

Should I awaken from this nightmare,
A smile would find me.

Lonesome is my winter,
Cold with no heat to spare.

My realm dispairs in the freezing wind,
And I am without shelter in my journey.

Until my eyes open to the sun,
Until my feet meet a warm grass.

The light at the end of the tunnel
Is nothing more than a painting

at world's (wit's) endI miss the ocean.
cracked window panes and wing beats of gulls,
bare feet on mother nature's broken flesh,
caught silver scaled fish off grey jetties,
white picket fences
(we are only driftwood tied with kite string wires)
the salt in my eyes, on my lips,
lines between water and stars shatter and shimmer
I want to call this beautiful—
somewhere I lost your reflection in these
clear tide pools,
(what does a sunset look like underwater?)
sailboats, pushed across waves by our lungs,
I cradled sandbars before they were swallowed,
lighthouses with mirrored candles
why don't we go back to when we thought we knew
everything,
when the world wa

Not Just a Moonlight Tryst"Stop driving so fast." Laura commented mildly. She'd been bothering him about his driving since they were sixteen, so Damien didn't think much of it at the time.

They were doing nearly ninety on the moonlit roads in the northern reaches of Washington, slowing only occasionally to negotiate a difficult bend in the road. The tree-lined roadway was devoid of traffic, but that was no surprise at almost two in the morning.

"There's no cops. It'll be fine," he replied.

"It isn't cops I'm worried about."

"We've been making this drive most weekends for almost ten years now. You know I'm a good driver," he saw Laura nod out of the corner of his e

MarionetteStrung up in gold thread
Dancing to some other tune
The slave begs again

4. From Omphalos and Into the War Zone

The arachnid turned, and receded to the peak of the structure,
The creatures stood as still as the trees,
And soon, they too did retreat back to whence they came in the woods.
~
A powerful gust came to my shoulders,
And at a drumming pace did it come from above…
My ears then beheld in amazement, the beating wings.
~
The numbers were the sort that would leave you speechless,
Endless were the children of Creation, loyal to a dying & holy breath,
Swooping down, as their passing pulled me back towards the edge.
~
Here began my free fall from Omphalos and into the War Zone.
Past the maze which I once did tread, descending the mountain

Life After The Fast LaneShe was one of those magic, gold-tipped girls -
Illuminated by her stardust soul,
Part elaborate street art and part curls;
She's delicate, but dangerous to hold.
A tumbling of highways, tempest twirls,
She's weather clouds, a pure marvelous mold.
A tidal wave of expeditious sin;
She couldn't stop the cracking of her skin.

Saccharine lips, but salty on the tongue,
A mouth gone 'round the world and back again.
With bitter breaths, she filled her hungry lungs,
And gathered aging road maps in her hands.
They couldn't guide her to where she was from -
Home elusive, foreign in every land.
And she chased pavement, but could never win;

In the Scarecrow's Mind At dawn, the sun begins to wrap itself around the horizon. The stoic guard, ever watching over his Lord's subjects has not slept. He stands tall, proud, and triumphant each day with not a speck of food or a wink of sleep. His Lord's loyal subjects turn to wake, and watch him in awe as the rays of sunlight give birth to a vibrant new world.

His enemies are many, yet he keeps them at bay. His stern, serious gaze deters those that would threaten harm to his Lord's subjects. His point of view remains the same throughout the year, as the seasons change. He watches his enemies driven before him year-round, his Lord offering sustenanc

Isolated IIsolated I
Build walls around my words
Word-walls around my worlds
Shave off sharp edges
Blunt broken-glass glaciers
Compact, confine, conglomerate
The five in one, the whole wide array
Of thought, behaviour, movement
Into the box of 'normal'
Re-channel, restructure, move maddening impulse
To accepted acceptable action
Break pattern stride shape form
Snap string mid-sentence
Reject repetition, reject rocking, reject unreal reality
Re-shape in readable readiness
For quashing quick-draw question
Silencing scepticism, attacking assumption
But home, here, hearthfire
Here, isolation is intention, internal instinct.
Understood, u

ChainedWhisper in the night,
Dreaming, waiting, calling
Child of the starlight,
Not the angel fallen.
But somebody wants other one to come -
The one who screams, who his tune doesn't hum,
The one who screams, who his tune doesn't hum.

Woosh-woosh-woosh-woosh - insane image,
Tu-tu-tu-tump - the chained synerge,
Woosh-woosh-woosh-woosh - the phrase YANA,
Tu-tu-tu-tump - it's not...

Two last ones, two invaders -
One will never calm down,
And the other will cackle -
He's his own life sawn!
Chained like two sides of coin,
Like two halves of crack -
Write their names and you'll see the revelations' stack,
But which are right? Don't k

RuinsFallen, desecrated -
The windows to your soul are stained;
You would kill to be a mosaic, but
You are no Roman empire.

The windows to your soul are stained -
You were never high beloved, no
You are no Roman empire;
You have crumbled under the weight of the world.

You were never high beloved,no -
Fallen, desecrated -
You have crumbled under the weight of the world...
You would kill to be a mosaic.

The presentAncestral times,
Passing over,
The penitentiary,
When the old,
Pass away,
The new,
Arrives.
Overpopulated prison,
You are all,
Copies of,
The prototype.
Like the thorns,
On a rose,
Tearing you,
Like a pack,
Of dumb wolves,
Baboons,
Gorillas,
Urangutans,
Gibbons,
Hyenas,
Like Tyranids,
The urge,
To purge,
Like an inquisitor.
Meteorites,
From the grey sky,
Leaving a wasteland,
Reborn,
In the ash,
Of the ancestors.

The Coliseum, A Lair Of AtrocitiesThe Coliseum, A Lair Of Atrocities

Bloody curtains fall in this malevolent lair,

Cacophonous cracks of broken bones litter the air.

Atrocities sang in twisted hosannas in this coliseum as

The sands mixed with the seas of blood as man

Entwines with beast in a violent dance.

Gladiators were dressed for death as vexations

Were pitted against his own kind.

Violence became a pleasure as well as a curse

That befell this tragic kingdom.

The lightning cracked, flashing combat.

As cold steel kissed warm flesh, at last.

This stage was meant for one victor only.

The crowds howled for more

In the scorching sun to the ebony moon.

The morbid

of victors and survivorsFear is a poison that rips through my bloodstream
and tears at my arteries and fills my vision with red -
and all I can do is sit here and let it. Submissive,
but not passive: that's the difference.
For the first time, I am blind and caught in
utter darkness, engulfing and suffocating,
and I find myself thinking there is nothing here
that is not a tragedy; not me, not you, and not
even the constellations that we name after dead heroes,
or the meadows that we name after wars,
or the scars that we name after nightmares.

I am poisoned by terror, slowly seeping through
the marrow of my bones, inching closer and closer
to something r

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Frankincense

by =VeninPhiltre, Aug 12, 2012, 12:37:57 PM
Literature / Poetry / Spiritual / Free Verse

Bring to the altar worldly splendors
this star under the first born
let the angel choir sing
mankind's new king

Frankincenseby =VeninPhiltre

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~Starlace Dec 1, 2012 Traditional Artist

This is beautiful

It ought to be set to music.

=VeninPhiltre Dec 1, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Thanks!

~SecretAgentNine Nov 21, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I wish I was eloquent enough to articulate how much I like this... but I think the others have done a pretty good job of presenting my opinion.

This is beautiful!

=VeninPhiltre Nov 21, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I am glad you like it!

~TheMoorMaiden Aug 13, 2012 Student Writer

I really love that last line, it gave me shivers. I think I'm just too much of a romantic when it comes to stories.

I like this piece a lot; I love how you've used such a small poem to represent something so huge, and that beautiful last line just finishes it perfectly.

Lovely work!

=VeninPhiltre Aug 13, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

so yay!

no three to four remakes on this one!

but this really just plopped from my head onto the keyboard....not joking

....but glad it's good.

~TheMoorMaiden Aug 13, 2012 Student Writer

~X---Jingle---X Aug 12, 2012

It's definitely difficult to capture extensive ideas in a short phrases and precise wording, but if done, it will certainly leave a memorable impact on the reader.

And, this exact concept is what I feel you've done with the final two lines, "let the angel choir sing / mankind's new king". There's a certain ring and chime to it that makes resonate a little bit after reading. I wonder what it would be like to hear it, as such a line, when spoken to an audience, can change the idea entirely depending on the accent and mood of the poet. But, enough of that, you've accomplished your goal of leaving an impact, not to say that you shouldn't look to improve and polish it upon acquiring more feedback.

I will note, that the first line, "Bring to the altar worldly splendors" could use some rework in my opinion. I feel as though there's a break between 'altar' and 'worldly' that isn't stated clearly in the poem. As it's not stated, it makes the line seemed rushed and slightly patched together, so I'm wondering if it could use a comma or a line break around that point. Otherwise, it could just be my imagination.

=VeninPhiltre Aug 12, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

thanks for the feedback.

~Salkarin-Rae Aug 12, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Such an interestingly short representation of such a theoretically enormous event.

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