First lines

[cryptomancer]

Fashion's altered beauty shines,

From pages of flesh and rippling hair,

Wind kissed deity of gloss and despair,

Carried to hearts that share the greed.

 

Fashion's altered beauty shines,

Each turn a dervish of distraction,

Each word a subtle retraction,

This is not what you really see.

 

Fashion's altered beauty fades,

As age takes it's 18th year's toll

Old as a youth ever could be sold,

In the embrace of materialistic air.

 

 

"I once kissed her soft demise"

 

Wow*stunned* this still going?

 

[Mynx]

*hisses to Cryptomancer*

 

I think we started a cult...

[Ayshela]

*hisses to Mynx* nope, not a cult, it's "just" a wonderful idea which is greatly appreciated. besides, it's fun!

*huggles Mynx and Crypt*

[cryptomancer]

I think we started a cult,
Or at least a garden tea,
(Raven ruffled feathers
And mimicked a cross-stitch)
Missing the inherent point
Of the conversation entirely.

You see it was never intended
In religious circles to seem
(Raven swiveled his head 360
And patted a little book)
Denial of religious good
Could make us likely rather mean.

As said by ‘living colour’
“Cult of personality” agree?
(Raven flew around and cawed
Badly mimicking 80s rock)
Such personality we have acquired
Weather it a cult becomes, we see.

"The world is but a mirror"

[Lone Shadow]

The world is but a mirror

A reflection of my soul

I cast my gaze beyond

Only to find it reflected back again.‎

 

This path weaves on forever

What’s ‘round the next bend?‎

I have not the will to look

Here I’ll wait, until night’s end.‎

 

As the moon chases the sun

My breath fogs the air

Swirling mists surround me

And the stars, they disappear.‎

 

Dawn fights back the shadows

I rise to my feet once more

Wearily trudging on

Braced to confront the mirror.‎

 

 

*The time is nigh, yet again*

[Mynx]

The time is nigh, yet again

I must depart, my dearest friend

 

You knew from start that I couldn't stay

For eons past it has been this way

 

The time has come, as those before

My feet are heavy on the floor

 

My dearest friend, I wish it not so

But I hear the song, and now must go

 

The time is here, so please don't yearn

If fate is kind, I will return

 

Until that time, please let me past

For Ka's wind blows and leads my path

 

The time is gone, and so am I

Perhaps I'll live, mayhaps I'll die

 

 

 

"Our efforts to improve"

[cryptomancer]

Our efforts to improve,
Twisted echoes in a void of knowledge,
Desire overriding the wish to stop.
Each stroke draws closer to completion,
Each blot of sweat a designer’s mark.
Toil in the flesh and mind
Our quest joined by a similar kind,
Those that in joy seek
An outlet, where they need not be meek.

"Why fly in face of fear"

[Ayshela]

Why fly in face of fear

when fear alone can't hold

the beating heart or restless limbs

of one who's less than bold?

 

Why fly when fear appears

in breathless blustery rage?

Calm the wildly beating heart,

let warmth your fears assuage.

 

 

New line: beginnings and endings

[Sweetcherrie]

Beginnings and endings

lie in front of me,

like ten little balls of wool.

Frumbled together. As if

a little kitten played

with my red line.

 

Unwinding

my life, mixing up

the threads with other colours.

From where it has once begun

until where it will all,

End.

 

New line: Just a bit

[cryptomancer]

Just a bit,

Chill upon the moonlight.

Sweet dew,

Spilled upon the earth.

Tendrills of air,

Wrapping me in autum.

Frozen taste,

Sweet vanilla winter.

 

 

"Dreams broken on the road"

 

[Ayshela]

oooooooooooooh, "sweet vanilla winter" would be a lovely line on its own! nicely done! =)

[Mynx]

Dreams broken on the road

In the midst of their escape

Shattered by the hand

That gave the dreams their shape

 

Dreams broken in the heart

Sharded pieces on the floor

Mingling with the tears and blood

Mourning that which is no more

 

Dreams broken by the maker

Who promised such joys in jest

Building up hopes to tear them down

Till the soul has nothing left

 

 

"The lies live in the shadow"

[Psimon]

The lies live in the shadow

of yesterday’s interpretations;

creeping, eyes bleeding –

ideological automatons.

 

The lies live in the fear

of tomorrow’s exposition;

crawling, sightless –

world-view ‘scions’.

 

The lies live

in the oblivion

of false dogma…

 

Why won’t they just die?

 

 

* the last line of my poem is my New Line: "Why won’t they just die?" *

[WrenWind]

Why won’t they just die?

 

Why can't they just dissapear?

With each breath they eat away at my soul

 

Thoughts and feelings dark and sad

Colouring life in shades of black and blue

 

If only they could die.

I would see the sun again.

 

 

(new line)

"Rainbows and butterflies in flight"

Edited August 31, 2006 by WrenWind

[Mardrax]

Rainbows and butterflies in flight

will hold my attention

no longer than the stars of night.

 

Shivers and tears of fright

no more sooth my worries

than any other plight.

 

At first sight,

the moon

is like a beacon light.

 

Though it isn't right.

It is but one more

will-o'-wisp; a blight.

 

But at least it holds my sight

longer than rainbows and butterflies in flight.

 

--

 

"As the requiem sets in"

Edited August 31, 2006 by Mardrax

[cryptomancer]

As the requiem sets in

Streets melted in fire,

Kiln flame caressing,

Ash to dust reborn.

 

In cold rest imprisoned,

Touch of the Divine given,

Life bound to live,

In the eternity of hope.

 

March was sounded, low and matching,

Truncated steps of 6 bearers tall,

Tears echoed, each drop shattering,

The silence of eternal rest,

 

Grant them O Lord.

 

 

"Swift on wheels of flame eroding"

 

[Mardrax]

Swift, on wheels of flame eroding,

his chariot drew its fiery line across the sky.

Shards that from its wheels came afly,

as he his horses was goading.

 

Pyrois crippled,

his brow rippled.

Aeos lame,

but without cane.

Aethon no more horse than man,

more crawled than ran.

Phlegon spewing phlegm,

Their combined glory faded.

 

Phaeton no more Phoebus

than was he.

His many daughters sagging.

Wives on their deathbed.

Theia now more moon

than mother.

 

A pantheon's dusk,

temples little but empty husks,

though drawing more visitors

than they ever did.

 

 

"two ends meet and join"

Edited September 1, 2006 by Mardrax

[cryptomancer]

Two ends meet and join

Easier said than to do,

Parted by fate’s chasm

No nearer to me than the moon.

 

Accepting fate’s offering,

The moonlight became my day,

Hour on hour, bleeding the dark

For the time that fades to gray.

 

Ends joined by the ether,

Clinging to dark in despair

Eternal kiss of blue white flame,

Woven in fate’s black hair.

 

Hands clasping through distance,

Breath of a whispered kiss blown,

Moonlit silver our hope together,

Two ends meet and join

 

 

"fluttering feathers fan the furnace"

 

[Mardrax]

frollicking feathers fan the furnace

frowning I follow the fanning fowl

frothing foam flushing in the heat

flames follying my feral sternness

As I wait for dinner to be done.

 

"Baking bagels for your birthday"

[cryptomancer]

Baking bagels for your birthday,

Broiling beef and buffalo,

Burgers beautifully BBQ braised,

Beets and broccoli boiling below.

 

 

"subtle shift of languid light"

 

[Mira]

A subtle shift of languid light

Slips lazily through the curtians

Red tinted but bloodless

Rebounds off

The old grandfather clock

And ancient vase

That stand in the corner

As silent sentinels

Who watch over me

With gazes of contempt

As I lie lifeless on the floor

[cryptomancer]

As I lie lifeless on the floor

Bathed deep in the rainbow blood

Filtering my essence through the prism shard

Lost to the life that was.

 

Lungs breath air no more,

Color of life exhaled in full,

Clouds of un-resurrected love,

Dispelled, amidst my broken form.

 

Bodiless, broken and vanquished,

Floating free from restraints and mortal pain,

I’m lost without my lovers caress,

Without her, I am dust yet again.

 

 

Woken by the silence of day

 

[Guest Phoenix]

woken by the silence of day

the morning greets me with her hush

i wait in the stillness of my cocoon

 

 

day goes on without me, i lie

this moment disinclined to move

and watch the lives that intersect with mine

 

 

through daytimes action, part of me remains

safe in the bubble of my bedhead

clarity encased in the surrounding sheets

 

 

night winds down to silence

i return

wind myself in linens crisp and clear

join halves of me together, and again

release the silence of my brain to air

 

____

 

 

safely stepping into space

[Mardrax]

Safely stepping into space,

the airlock closed behind me.

No more things for which to race,

no more things that bind me.

 

Float around a nullity,

look down upon the earth.

Realise its punity

in the expanse's girth.

 

Existence's birth,

in countless constellations,

is pointing out my dearth

in one of its rotations.

 

The formations,

conflagrations,

expectations,

limitations?

 

"The void draws me in"

[cryptomancer]

The void draws me in, bleaching my soul,

Each sparkle of definable beauty spent

Making the radiant dark my whole.

Essence of forced mortality,

Binding the whims of flesh,

Each glimpse a startling reality,

Echoing secrets of nature's beast.

 

 

"Why was the smiley face yellow?"