Sunday, November 23, 2014

In the Arms of Darkness

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For hours she’s been staring, motionless as a statue, at the steadily falling rain,
her thoughts a bleak circle without a beginning and without an end.
And just as the water soaks the ground, she too absorbs the gloom of despair
that is her constant shadow,
fogging her waking dreams with a hopelessness and futility
even her sleeping form in the depth of the night cannot escape.
In the sightless vision of this grey haze,
the arms of the spirits of the underworld close around her
and without resistance she accepts their embrace,
to sink into the forever of a numb and frozen darkness,
where her eyes cannot see, her ears cannot hear, her skin feels no touch
and her mind can no longer torture her with the desires of her once living being.

Monday, November 17, 2014

Life's Requiem

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The dreams we dream
feed the fabric of our soul,
that lead us to the edge of our existence
and the pinnacle of our being,
whilst our mind plots the path
from awareness accrued,
bearing witness to our wisdom.
It’s our life that is our legacy
to those whom we have touched,
whether they will seek to drink
the sweet rewards of dreams requiem.

Friday, November 14, 2014

Darkness, Darkness

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Darkness, darkness, come to me,
that I may find solace in the kiss of your shadows,
surround me with your silence to still this wayward mind,
and lull me with your whisper to everlasting peace.
Darkness, darkness, my protector,
the giver of freedom, the saviour of my soul.

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Rainy Day Reality

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I want to disappear with you into the dark and stormy horizon,
never to return, to free these feelings, to live them with exuberance,
on terms that are mine, to which you will be bound,
as I’ve risen from the ashes and it’s time for me to soar.

I’ve slit my wrists and fell from heights onto cold frozen ground,
I poisoned myself by living on impulses I no way could control,
I’ve drowned in a cage with an open door and indulged in insanity’s hold,
before truth would allow it no more.

Truth is my Death, I’m ablaze in transformation,
I now own the power to the love that is mine to give
and your love that is mine to take...

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

I'm Losing You

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Helpless, hopeless, I watch as you recede into the murky alleyway that separates you from me.
I see the flame that once burnt in your eyes with life and vitality, flicker and die.
Through the darkening fog that is drawing you in, you glance back one last time.
It's your cold, distant eyes that freezes my blood and fills me with emptiness, loss, and fear.

Please be strong enough to take control,
to turn from the false promises
of the enslaving voices that echo through you,
those that reduce you to a faithful servant,
colour bleak your world,
fill you with an obsession
that steals your every pleasure,
as your pain feeds the demons strength,
before it claims you as its own.

Monday, November 10, 2014

One Moment at a Time

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...and dawn awakens yet again to the infinite doldrums
that chain my vessel to the heart of despair.
It’s the dejection on a steadily changing horizon,
to the space of soothing silence which I cannot reach,
chained as I am, to the motion that strangles me
one moment at a time.

Saturday, November 8, 2014

Behind Closed Eyes

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The surface a perfect calm tranquility,
she listened, she never spoke,
‘though her eyes briefly flashed with thunderous noise
from the turmoil of war in her soul,
'fore the shutters come down, and you cannot see
what is hidden behind those closed eyes.

Friday, November 7, 2014

In the Silence

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Come and sit here in the silence
of the waves that crash around us,
that spray salty tears in bursts of boldness,
drawing secrets from your lips.
All the while the seagulls sing of sorrow,
feed on every word revealed,
then fade towards the darkened realm
to discard your cold distress.
Come and sit here in the silence
of the gently lapping waves,
savour the emptiness of your soul,
let me fill you with love, your own.

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

The Window of the Soul

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There’s a cold wind blowing
through the cracks of the windows,
under doors their fingers reach out,
curl themselves around your ankles
and travel through your bones
‘til their chill has settled in your soul.

Even though your eyes can see the light
of the moon hanging, forlorn in the sky,
its rays offer no comfort, its silver beauty deficient
and you turn away from the window
where relief cannot be found.

Monday, November 3, 2014

Sullen the Skies

Under sullen skies, tears fall softly
in your heart and on your lashes,
but let the mist brush past your lips
and feel the kiss I breathe deep into you.

Sunday, November 2, 2014

The Shores of a Moody Lake

Let me sit with you at the shores of this moody lake,
drink in your essence, let the rain mute our words
to mingle with the grey murky depths of this watery expanse,
and provoke restless waves that darkens the calm
by the power of the purpose that we spoke when we were there.

Saturday, November 1, 2014

Written in the Book of Shadows

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In the dead hour just past midnight, when the spirits awaken
and trawl through the disruptive minds of the night wanderers,
the witch and the hunter emerge from the shadows of the tombstones
as the whistling pine trees called them here this night.
Their eyes brighten, flames alight, as they take each other in
over an expanse that crosses the oceans and the sky
and each breath they ever took.
A barely visible silken thread stretches out between them, joins them,
forming translucent images that float through the air,
taking shape as their constant need and insistent desire,
the urge to possess and be possessed in an ancient ritual
that pierces their skin and enters their soul through eyes who see no others.
Stealing time with the urgency of the condemned,
it's the witch and it’s the hunter, whose fate it was to meet their rapture,
yet their destiny to never unite.