[x]

AstrologicalI have lost myself to
Venus & Mars,
tangled in their mismatched limbs.

Just dream dust & shattered prayers
begging for a new set of skin
(she can't remember where she orbits).

Pluck these fractured wings;
the Sun & Moon no longer ache
to see me fly in their luster.

lies, she wrotei. just a mimicry, really;
uncompromisingly
desperate to shine.

ii. counterfeit & clockwise,
tasting words on her
unworthy tongue.

iii. with a dysfunctional mind
& apocryphal dictionary,
she cannot clone it all.

iv. "say anything," the pen
whispers as she trembles
among ink-scented fraudulence.

v. but she just laughs & plays the part,
forgetting what the pages told her:
"truth is stranger than fiction."

The Pen, The SwordJust lovely
I was happy to fall asleep
in the welcoming arms of your words and
you were unaware that you held me
so close, and so carefully
from the moment I didn't hear you speak
to the taste of every sentence you spoke
I knew you were the very truth that I'd
been seeking all along
Just barely
I was loathe to fall so deep
in the sharpened edges of your words and
you were too aware that you had me
so close, and so carelessly
from the second I heard you break
to the taste of every sentence you broke
I knew you were the very truth that I'd
been avoiding all along

False EternityDisillusioned youth was less common in those days,
I assure you, the people even more set in their ways,
murderous and unforgiving, yet unaware of the lie they were living
convinced that faith is stone, they cut faces into gods, they thought
ignorant that being made rendered useless the very gods they wrought.
Shiny carvings into stone, faces, figures, blessed unknown,
Murders, slaughters, sacrifices of the weak, preaching sins and what they seek.
Forgiveness is not for all, all who do not have will now fall!
Greed consumes the mortal mind, rage is all that's left behind!
Amidst it all I rose and found the sun, disowned him for the moon
then sought the horizon, again and again warned my father that doom
would befall him if he didn't seek a better way to live and be
I wasn't willing to follow the dark and deadly rules,
trying to bring some light into the lives of these fools.
Guilds of anti-gods were formed, wars rose higher, nothing to atone!
They all represen

Death of the PoetDear poetry,
This is your challenge,
my eternal chore,
to restate the truth
like never before-
but I’m imperfect
at my very core
and hypocrisy
is what I abhor
so you may expect
my work to be poor
enough for me to
be crushed into gore
with failed attempts
to take wing and soar
when all I wanted
was something much more
than emptiness and
inherited war
and pointless details
of imagined lore
which most of us tend
to simply ignore
at the piercing sound
of a lion’s roar
or the convenience
of a nearby store…
what am I truly
writing these words for?
Let’s merely pretend
that this isn’t me
but the voice of God
or L. Ron Hubbard
or whoever you
wish for it to be
since facts remain facts
no matter the source,
no matter the cause,
since the trustworthy
are also humans
prone to failure;
so prone to a fault
that we hold dearly-
the sum of our faith
measured in dollars-
rewarded by credit
and paper money…
for some odd reason
I find this funny!
So I conclude

ArrheniusThe birds are
keeping to themselves
this evening
as the earth shifts
slightly-
ever so calmly
(for when you are
this powerful
you only have
to move).

Here and there, I
witness these
beautiful strangers
with perfect bodies
and long hair
walking down the road
in tightly knitted packs.
They are animals
like we are animals-
like we are
animals without
claws and fur,
with scratches on our
skin that yields to
fragile and
familiar hands.

The winds respond
as quiet birds rush
from telephone wires
in panic and
in beauty; she
tries to brush the hair
dancing circles in her eyes
(for when you are
this powerful
you only have to move).

False ProphetsPoems and love songs breed dead dreams,
strangled by weeds, face down in the ground
with no roses to mourn them.

Singers are poets that croon
(if you happen to lose your little heart to their tune)
and poets are false prophets -
true love will last forever
if they care to write it,
but not if you swallow the lines...

yet, they always do.

We all have a place
set for us in the shade
in our own private garden of weeds.

False eternityDisillusioned youth was less common in those days,
I assure you, the people even more set in their ways,
murderous and unforgiving, yet unaware of the lie they were living
convinced that faith is stone, they cut faces into gods, they thought
ignorant of the fact that being made rendered useless the very gods they wrought.

Shiny carvings into stone, faces, figures, blessed unknown,
Murders, slaughters, sacrifices of the weak, preaching sins and what they seek.
Forgiveness is not for all, all who do not have will now fall!
Greed consumes the mortal mind, rage is all that's left behind!

Amidst it all I rose and found the sun, disowned him for

Psychotic ramblingsI, in the eternal void rest,
Am the unwanted thirteenth guest,
Insane, deranged and psychotic,
There are people who even call me sick.

Isn't it joyful and greedy to demand
A sacrifice of strangulation at the reach of the hand?
Cure the poisoned in a prison built of mental sand.

Murder is the solution brought by the resolution.
Is this the final, one and only conclusion?
Better think again, there will be no retribution.

Death is not the liberation, just the beginning.
Is there eternal peace? The solution is sinning.
Unacceptable lies become the truth, the chaos keeps spinning.

VoicesDo you hear the moan of morning rhymes
By the people in their endless time
As the morning dew breaks the day
Back to where the city-lights once laid

The lamp-posts are filled with black starlight
As the children run in their flight
With cries of sorrow, cries of pain
The old houses creaking with disdain

Acidic puddles of blood-wet tears
Remain on the street through all these years
As the cracks have hid the crumbled dust
Within these roads of bone and rust

The melody of the birds is lost
To the screeches and screaming loss
There are people cowering in the dark
Murmuring, whispering their tortured remarks

Flames ignite the world in fire

Lovers and assassinsNight
walk

WakefulI remain awake with dreams on my mind
and stories that wait to be knit into books.
To never find comfort until my pillows are
stuffed with thoughts instead of feathers
To never let go until I made sure that
the moon smiled back at me
Until the trees, the grass, and every night creature
has whispered good night...
And yet I'm still as wakeful as an owl
afraid that sleep would somehow
grab my neck and drag me to my grave.

bad nightmy mistakes are on my head,
and the cigarettes taste like metal;
on the street curb of a suburban block,
the lights jaundiced and flickering
like drunken fireflies, your reflection
that emanates from me covers every face.

HumanDear Hypocrite,

What do you do?
Throwing insults when you're insulted.

Dear Coward,

Where went you?
To your "peaceful" sanctuary you have bolted.

Dear Liar,

What say you?
Your poison corrupts innocent ears.

Dear Human,

What are you?
A sinner trapped in endless tears.

Watercolor PainWhen you smile,
I turn colorblind.

It turns into a somersault
whenever I gain contact
with your skin,
bare back touching
bare back.

But I'm not hungry
for bedposts.

I just want to
savor each moment your arms
lock into mine,
the romanticism of
the moons in my eyes
and the skies in your words.

There's smoke
behind all those hues
of hazel and your fingers
are porcelain,
but I still love you.

Browse More Like This

Download File
HTML, 950 bytes more ▶

More from ~dreamingshadow18

Dreams IIDrifting within a pulsing currant
Without love or fear
The faintest sounds lost within still waters
Only an echo of confused vision

Making sense of the obscure
Deeper meanings beneath corroded panels
I miss the challenge
It's just too easy to bring it into the light

The body obeys
Still wanting for another undefined adventure
But I abandon the warmth
The day beckons with malleable promise

©A. DeMario 2012

Mezzo ForteUp Tempo
Higher
Just a little more
A voice of silver
Gliding above an ethereal melody
Music
Blessed music
I wear it like a a liquid shroud
Passionate words flowing around me
Suffused with life
Endless promise
With tales deeper than the Sea
Hold on tight
It's no secret
Only joy
Making me more fully alive
My Treble untarnished
I've found my Mezzo Forte

©A. DeMario 2012

Fragile BalanceI can hear you outside my paper-thin door
Fraying nerves equally delicate
You and your chaos
Unthinking
Bordering upon ignorant
I'd be lying if I said you were right
I listen
Stomach turning
As you sit blissfully swathed in flames of pride
Burning those who love you
Slowly turning emotions to ash
Why do I care
How can you have helped so much
Compassion when it's appropriate
Talk your empty talk
Poison her heart then kiss it better
My silence is worth more than gold
Words would tip an already fragile balance

©A. DeMario 2012

ElysiumOh how I've waited for this

Elation

Warming me

It brings tears to my cold eyes

I've missed you

All of you

More than a familiar shadow

More than a lady and her knight

More than an escape

I love you more than you know

Placing my mind within Elysium

Like the sweet nectar of a heavenly rose

Lifting me

Filling me with hope

With joy

I'd been craving for too damn long

©A. DeMario 2012

View Gallery

Featured in Groups:

Not currently featured in any groups.

Details

Submitted: March 30, 2012
File Size: 950 bytes

Link

Thumb

Statistics

Comments: 8
Favourites: 4 [who?]
Views: 57 (0 today)
Downloads: 4 (0 today)

[x]

Lady of Ravens

by ~dreamingshadow18, Mar 30, 2012, 10:34:14 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

Singing such a haunting melody
In a voice steeped in endless intrigue
Playing coy and drawing you in
Calling her Ravens to cut off your retreat
Closing in, her talons raised
Provocative smile to sup on your soul

Only a song
Melodies unheard
Just enough to tame her darkness
More than enough to bring her back
Curious
Who is this man

Sharing the Owl's knowing eyes
A stoic sentinel with feathered hair
His voice a honeyed razor
Cutting the darkness
Ensnaring her emotion
A bond is formed

Now a steadfast ally
His blade is hers
If only she will control her darkness
Accepting his light in repose
A proud adviser to his Lady of Ravens
A valued comrade to her Owl in the Dusk

©A. DeMario 2012

Lady of Ravensby ~dreamingshadow18

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

©2012-2013 ~dreamingshadow18

A little something dedicated to someone I deeply respect. You know who you are. The title should be a dead giveaway lol.

~~wow 0 0~~

~~mad 0 0~~

~~sad 0 0~~

~~fear 0 0~~

~~neutral 0 0~~

Mood: Joy

~PaladinEclipse Apr 5, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Wow. Full of imagery, beauty, darkness... Absolutely splendid. I love your writing, it's amazing.

Reply

Mood: Joy

~dreamingshadow18 Apr 5, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you. That means a lot.

Reply

Mood: Joy

~PaladinEclipse Apr 5, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

You're very welcome.

Reply

*GUDRUN355 Mar 31, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Very fine writing! Strong imagery in your bird characters. I love the way the poem weaves itself around itself.

Reply

Mood: Happy

~dreamingshadow18 Mar 31, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Wow, really? Thanks so much.

Reply

Mood: Love

*GUDRUN355 Mar 31, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I think it's one of your best. And you're very welcome.

Reply

Mood: Big Grin

~dreamingshadow18 Mar 31, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I think I turned a little red at that lol. Thank you.

Reply

Mood: Delighted

*GUDRUN355 Mar 31, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Welcome!You are a good poet, I hope you know that.

Reply

Previous
Next