Thursday, October 30, 2014

Opposing Worlds that Live Within

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     Some days the buffer, that shields her from absorbing
the vibrations radiated by the greater world around her, breaks down.
It stimulates her perceptual intuition to a higher state of awareness,
tumbling her into turmoil and disorder as she sees too much,
discerning the hidden meanings behind the mask of falsehood that’s ever present,
and she escapes into the silent space in her head,
where conscience doesn’t live and guilt has no place.
It’s the darkness that’s within her, which she relishes without misgiving,
that directs her restless and turbulent soul to a cold indifference
as she submits to a hankering that subjugates and enslaves.
     Yet some days the angels embrace her soul with tenderness
that moves into her being as a breath of sweetened air,
leading you with a thirst, to all your unanswered questions,
drawing you in with just a hint of hesitation, just as was intended.
And the touch of the angels linger in the essence of your being,
shifting fearful dreams to an attainable plateau,
and while you fight for dominance between dread and disturbing awe,
their gentle prodding opens your eyes to possibilities you have yet to consider.
     And then there is the day, where nothing is too close,
where nothing can touch her, and she dwells in an impartial mind
that sees things as they are, no emotions to taint the facts,
where the scales are perfectly balanced.
But the answer she seeks most eludes her, even though she is outside,
of these opposing worlds that live within her being.
     One, brimming with love and exuberance that infects everyone she meets,
and where the beauty of the world so humbles her as to render her speechless.
Then, the ever-present dark side she responds to when she's called,
into the dungeon of shady and oblivious pursuits,
where she sates her hunger and fulfills every shadowy desire,
still she thrives on the gratification of both these needs...

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Journey's End

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In the silence of the moon, quietly curtained by the dark,
she is freed of all suppositions that clutter her conscious being,
and elicits a clarity in her heart that leads her back to him,
as naturally as the shimmering water that flows with the river,
through darkness and through light, to its destined journey’s end.

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Facing Her Tomorrow

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She awakens each morning to see the pain and doubt mirrored in his eyes,
and is wrapped in the quiet hesitation that surrounds him like a cloud.
The confusion and apprehension that wars in his soul soaks into her spirit
by his reluctance and uncertainty when she tries to soothe his torment.
The dissidence and insecurity of faith destroyed still echoes in her being,
from when she herself had to face the aftermath of trust demolished
by betrayal and selfish actions, without thought to consequence,
which left her with broken wings that couldn’t carry her to the light,
where the night was everlasting, and every dawn brought nothing
but hopelessness and despair.
Now she faces the repercussions of her careless disregard,
when a long forgotten defiance captured and ruled her,
leading her with a reckless pursuit on a heedless quest of self gratification,
with a full grasp and understanding of the carnage that was heading her way.

Friday, October 17, 2014

The Stillness Within

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From stillness I’m born into a world of noise,
from there I walk alone.
I hold your hand but am removed from you,
my thoughts unshared, my deeds a singular quest.
In life detached, solitary in essence,
attached to my shadow alone,
freely secluded in my soul.

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Echoes of Yesterday

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I need to return into my soul,
to my inner darkness under the spell of the full moon.
Here I dwell in the echoes of our yesterdays
in the silence of a hollow, empty heart,
and sink into the bottomless well where I lost my sanity
the day that I thought I lost you...

Friday, October 3, 2014


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It’s the rays of the moon that gently caress
your sleeping form with insights’ breaths,
so in your dreams you’ll find the fear,
stare it down with your strength 'til it loses its sneer,
and though the thought of your death is still there,
you've conquered the demon, escaped from its snare.

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

i see...

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i look out over the city from the rooftop of a deserted building
taking in the smells of fast food and petrol fumes.
i see the brightly flickering lights, feel the beat of a bass drum,
one that pulls you into the hot pulsing air of music and lust,
seducing your body into an alcoholic haze
that awakens in a strangers apartment
as the sun pierces your consciousness
beside a name you cannot recall. 
i see the hustlers of oblivion in the shadows of old doorways,
briefly illuminated hands exchanging greed for a numb nirvana,
that veils the shadows in your soul before you sink into the welcome silence
of an absent mind and anaesthetized limbs.
night after night i watch these hollow seekers haunting the streets,
a veneer of carefree enjoyment firmly in place,
whilst it’s shame and guilt that propels them back to the caverns of hell,
seeking to die one more time by their hand,
and escape a tomorrow that is lived in yesterday.

Saturday, September 27, 2014

The Devil who's Hanging over Me

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I’ve willingly lain in your lap of thorns, drawn in your poison, listened to your whispered oaths of silent detachment, an echoless void of sweet floating velvet with unspoken promises of my demise.
I followed you gladly, succumbed to my recklessness, heeded your every summons and I questioned not a word as I sank into your controlled emotionless state.
Empty black eyes stared back at me through the mirror, gaunt of face with lifeless lips, indifference and black became the clothes I wore, and impassive the language that I spoke.
I have so little strength left, my blood is draining through the wounds left by your thorns and as it colours red the rocks beneath my feet they feed your power, while I become a cold and lifeless form, falling, just as promised, to my demise.