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Tuesday, December 30, 2014
Monday, December 29, 2014
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I have that special place, where I can escape to, where I can respond without thinking, where there are no limitations and no bound’ries in belief.
And though this space of freedom exists in the darkness, in the tears of ancient memories that have craved an epitaph in the cold rock face in a distant and silent place, its reflection is not what you’ll see in my soul today.
Sunday, December 28, 2014
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The 7th night of the waxing moon,
her heart heard the song
always dancing in her dream,
and she felt the magnetic melody
beat its tune in her veins,
warming her spirit, heating her blood
with a thirst to give herself,
inevitable as it was.
Saturday, December 27, 2014
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If you were to take my hand
at 3.33, walk through silent streets,
to the breaking waves at the edge of town,
would you feel the soft cool sand
stroking your skin, the salt of the air
spiralling a colourful trail through your mind,
and when you lie with me at the edge of the retreating waves,
would you see the stars sprinkle your path
‘cross the infinite black new moon sky...
...or would you just have walked
in the dead of the night,
your sense as dark as the moon.
Friday, December 26, 2014
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In starlit nights
I hear the song
with which my heart you laced,
it’s carried to me
with every breath,
when you fall into dreams embrace.
And my lips seek your skin,
by your scent it is roused,
naked limbs by the moonlight kissed,
your flesh meets my flesh,
‘til we fly through the silver abyss.
Tuesday, December 23, 2014
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Saturday, December 20, 2014
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Slow as a breath your spirit leaves my bodyas the distance between us grows and grows,pictures are fading to an old and musty black and white,and the places you touched now veiled by a layer of dustthat will in time get lost in the slow erosionof my soul...
Friday, December 19, 2014
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Thursday, December 18, 2014
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Wednesday, December 17, 2014
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Tuesday, December 16, 2014
Monday, December 15, 2014
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Sunday, December 14, 2014
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Wednesday, December 10, 2014
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Friday, December 5, 2014
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She hears the foreign whispers trav’lling through her naked soul,compelling her to listen, urging her to assent to their callthat draw her to her foreordained destruction.It’s a primal incantation that weaves into her being;presenting waking dreams that guide her by shadowing her day,stealing the clamour that plagues her waking mind,and screens the madness that threatens to gain control.It’s a trance that descends like a cooling cloud of mist,easing her emptiness, curbing her craving, feeding the instinctsthat sleep but never die.
Wednesday, December 3, 2014
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…to lie in your arms, feel my sated body become weightless,hear your heartbeat as my head comes to rest upon your chest,and to drift off into a silent and peaceful world,would be that which I would wish for……to then wake up with your naked body next to mine,to turn myself into you, slowly, a gentle awakening,'til I can possess you once more in the soft grey morning light,where the sun is resting behind a sheet of clouds....
Sunday, November 23, 2014
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Monday, November 17, 2014
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Friday, November 14, 2014
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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
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Tuesday, November 11, 2014
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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 promisesof the enslaving voices that echo through you,those that reduce you to a faithful servant,colour bleak your world,fill you with an obsessionthat steals your every pleasure,as your pain feeds the demons strength,before it claims you as its own.
Monday, November 10, 2014
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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
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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
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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
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There’s a cold wind blowingthrough the cracks of the windows,under doors their fingers reach out,curl themselves around your anklesand travel through your bones‘til their chill has settled in your soul.
Even though your eyes can see the lightof the moon hanging, forlorn in the sky,its rays offer no comfort, its silver beauty deficientand you turn away from the windowwhere relief cannot be found.
Monday, November 3, 2014
Sunday, November 2, 2014
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
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In the dead hour just past midnight, when the spirits awakenand trawl through the disruptive minds of the night wanderers,the witch and the hunter emerge from the shadows of the tombstonesas the whistling pine trees called them here this night.Their eyes brighten, flames alight, as they take each other inover an expanse that crosses the oceans and the skyand 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 ritualthat 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.
Thursday, October 30, 2014
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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
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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
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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 spiritby 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 demolishedby 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 nothingbut 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
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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
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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 yesterdaysin the silence of a hollow, empty heart,and sink into the bottomless well where I lost my sanitythe day that I thought I lost you...
Friday, October 3, 2014
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It’s the rays of the moon that gently caressyour 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
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i look out over the city from the rooftop of a deserted buildingtaking 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 hazethat awakens in a strangers apartmentas the sun pierces your consciousnessbeside 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 silenceof 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
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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.
Friday, September 26, 2014
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I love the darkness, the silence of the night,the glittering stars and the bright moonlight,the silver sheen it imparts on the worldhiding the blemish, the cracked, broken girl,who sits every night, in a daze with her dreams,with her heart that is bleeding and the voices that scream,that torture her soul with cold memories repressed,reviving the past that the future infests.And her tears freely fall under eyes that don’t see,who don’t know of the grief in her soul as it weeps,‘til the starlight envelops her psyche with light,giving strength to her dreams and restoring her sight.