Four SummersNothing lasts foreverFour Summers17 minutes ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Until forever turns to day
While forever is just nothing
Can anything other be forever?
Just as limbered limbs will blitz
Cross the flowing albatross
Salt of frozen substrates crust
But have no where
Drug the carven craving beak
Down with ebony and blue
But while we fly four Southwards true
Nothing lasts forever
As trembling strata hold the cards
While all can show eternity
Can any one be true forever?
Sons to stark white transistors
Close as knotted paper wires
Round its circle so some pyre
Have itself light
Quilted feathers are we dared
Take to cliffs and find their trace
For single cavern turned away
Chanced in our plight
Nothing lasts forever
Warm waters make the glass aside
While forever shows for moments
Can anything stay as forever?
9-1-2015Summer days dwindle and fade,9-1-20152 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Even though the memories linger.
Plans are made for one last blast,
Time taps an impatient finger.
Early mornings bring a chill, that
Mid-day holds as just a thought.
Bustling children back to school,
Every morning a battle fought.
Remember the days of September.
Movin' OnAs I continue my journey through Time and SpaceMovin' On6 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
I find myself sitting in the very same place
And I realize that there's no time to waste
I'd better edit, save, copy, and special paste.
Okay, what now?
AskYou’ll never find meAsk6 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
No matter how hard you seek
You’ll search and you’ll search
Until the outcome looks bleak.
I’m standing beside you
In every action you take
In every word you speak
In every dumb mistake.
You’ll learn to hate me
Despise me even
You’ll try to forget me
And you’ll try to reason
But reason means nothing
When trying to find
The answer to something
That is undefined
Don’t give up hope!
Keep looking my friend!
Although you won’t win
You’ll learn by the end:
I am not real.
I need to be bred
But real I can be
If you just use your head
So no need to wait!
Begin your task!
All you must do
Is look inwards and ask...
BirdsI miss the SquawkBirds8 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
I miss the bell
I miss my flock
Cant you tell?
I miss the bites
I miss the feathers
I miss the loud nights
I still have a bird's feather
I miss Micky with feathers so white
I miss Topac the one that bites
A year or two is all that remains
a year or two and no more pain.
Pray for RainPray For Rain by J.A. GrierPray for Rain8 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Brown and brittle dirt, heat and dry
Pounding and relentless days of searing sun and sky
Lost inside this constant sandy hue
This perfect deadly sky, so very blue.
I kneel in the dust and pray for rain.
A feline growl of thunder lifts my eyes from the ground
And the sky is filled with clouds from all around
Deep and dark, courting mountains on the distant line
The air grows thick with breezes from a cooler time.
Slowly, then with vigor, the rain rushes down
Enrapturing the desert with its driving sound
The landscape cries with pleasure as the thunder roars
Drops embracing every feature as the water pours.
Charged lightning kisses sand to sky, then crackles on
Caressing, raging winds complete the stormy song
Rivulets then rivers flow beside my feet
I kneel, this time to find my blessings meet.
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Thank YouI thanked the wind for it's cooling breezeThank You11 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
I thanked the wind for putting me at ease
I thanked the earth for the plentiful green
I thanked the earth for a vista serene
I looked to the sky
For a glow on high
I could not thank the sun, you see
It was looking very cloudy and stormy
CompatriotOh, dale with springs and river flowing.Compatriot22 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Many things knell ill, death on winds is blowing.
It's a hell which stings, an ache-giver ploying.
Yet, all's well, I'll have breath that rends the storming.
Mourn MonthSeptember, September shall break like November.Mourn Month22 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
When all is fallen, all is gone.
Worth in mens' hands fleeting.
Summer starkly cooled.
Withering, a mortal feeling.
Wake of horizons callin', woven end to don.
Sunder, sunder the mints, this killer.
With quick hands it snuffs the fooled.
ThoughtsleepSurely, only.Thoughtsleep22 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Me and mine.
Leaving you, never.
Be in mind.
Morning, days bright.
Watching the sun grace.
Mourning, into night.
Eyes must shut to your face.
Mind's pastures green.
Our love defend.
no Imperium~Devil's Diablono Imperiumno Imperium~Devil's Diablo1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Your wisdom shall not gain
Or claim a heart that's true
Through earthen views; and pain.
Adhere now in this vessel which sees above the temptation and its wiles
Which thou hast only controlled and manipulated to one's own dark dead will;
That thereby isn't yours; nor his/hers to define its way. Therefore a child.
For its feet shall wander
And his/her eyes shall see
Narrowness to ponder.
Song of Bliss #48I see streaking lightsSong of Bliss #481 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Disrupting the shadows
Even my closed eyes
Fail to restore balance
The dark is fading
I know not where it goes
But as it goes so
Goes my peace and silence
Too soon it is gone
Replaced by day's anger
As the sun rises
My passion burns away
The heat beats me down
Ignoring my prayer
My lips can but cry
My feet can only stray
The balm coats my skin
It will not be scrubbed free
The air is too thick
It forms pools on my brow
I should embrace it
As it embraces me
I want to love light
But I do not know how
The day brings me pain
Violence and confusion
To avoid burning
Is more than I can do
I thought I had grown
But that was illusion
Daily my will breaks
Each night I start anew
Antichrist's KissBehind walls of stoneAntichrist's Kiss1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Where I have been alone
He meets me by a cemetery throne
Like a passion torch of Hell's flame
The son of the Devil be his name
Drapes of darkness conceal conversation
With his pleasurable and rebellious sensation
My hand is blessed by a power from damnation
When he kisses it with desirably seductive lips
An offering of blood red wine I take in sips
My devotion to Hell's power to dedicate
Mixed fear with desire to further complicate
Love for Lucifer to once again appreciate
Praising allegiance to this war
I have never felt like this before
To fall in love and adore
The late fair lady before the Gates
With lust and passions to rise at sudden rates
Caressing beloved entwined fates
The fiery goblet of freedom exchanged
For a solitary soul deranged
Ritual ignited all prepared and arranged
Bell of justice to ring Satan's might
As his progeny closely holds me tight
Candles burn among incense fumes
Where herbal plants grow and flowers bloom
Pentagram touches and earth bou
DreamsWhy do they hate my dreams?Dreams1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
So that I fall down
And they can hear my screams
Do they fear my happiness
And loathe their own failure
To drag me down again
Deep beneath another layer
Into a hole of pain
An endless graveworm tunnel
Why do they wish
To tear apart what is mine
Felt they had nothing of their own
So much contempt and rage
Is what they have shown
Attack what I love
Even if it is holy and from above
Living in seas of tears
Dying inside after all those years
They reflect their own damnation
Through their blind and clouded eyes
All reason and compassion dies
Nothing there for me
Other than the desire to see me fall
And face a wicked Hell's hall
Why would they crush all that
Makes me alive and free
So that I cannot believe
That I am natural like this woodland tree
I will never forget the need
That I have to be me
Heading far into the distant sky to flee.
HalloweenDead is the nightHalloween1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
When all ghosts and goblins
Among the living
Can be sinister and intervene
Treats and candy
We will be giving
To young souls after dark
That trick and scare
With jack o lantern lights that glare
Monsters and ghouls
Roam about the graveyards in fog
So all people beware.
Not EmptyYou might believe that you have nothing hereNot Empty1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
For any person who on this earth stands
And in a world that ravages its lands
You might think that you’re weak to shed a tear
Perhaps you have a great amount of fear
Of those who reach you with their outstretch’d hands,
The crying in the darkness night commands
Perhaps you feel you no longer hear
But listen to my words and listen well
You never know the good that can arise
And all the burning that is left in hell
But, to me, this comes as no surprise.
That truthful are the stories that you tell
They show behind the light within your eyes…
Home Waters.: Home Waters :.Home Waters1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
A familiar, welcoming scent filling the nostrils,
The sweet smell of safety after her roam.
Soft warm currents flowing through her gills...
Nostalgic smell, she knew she was home.
Gentle sun rays dancing on the rocks,
Glistening off of turtle grass locks,
as they danced on the surface and sea bed,
And the sunken ship with it's walls of lead.
Home sweet home,
Her's has sea foam.
Safe and secure,
Where no harm can find her.
The water is pure,
As clear as crystals for sure.
Shoals of fish lit silver and gold,
In each creature a story is told,
Just like her's is a story of discovery and truth,
Full of passion, but also battle of claw and tooth.
Home sweet home,
Without any tome.
Her few dangers in ultimate lack.
The best mood,
For a place of memories long back.
Home of a creature full of the mysterious,
A creature with a mind wonderfully curious,
In the Discoverer's case,
Home is Waters without race.
The Lord's CanvasHe painted the valleys of the earth,The Lord's Canvas1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
He carved the canyons with His hands,
Every edge, line, and curve,
Was designed by the creator of man.
He painted the night a beautiful black,
And sprinkled it with millions of stars,
He doesn't get a single thing back,
For being the greatest artist by far.
He gave some of His light to the sun,
And the sun showed the moon to shine bright,
So even when the day is over and done,
You can see His hard work day and night.
But there's one thing He left us in charge,
A blank canvas in all of our hearts,
The creation's already beautiful and large,
But He'd love to see us joyfully take part.
This canvas you hold in you is a gift,
For you to freely decide what to create,
But before your brush even lifts,
Remember you only have one to paint.
That (It 2)That.That (It 2)1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Ladders escalate over the purpose of that
As if theoretical higher steps characterize the worth of that
Into a person your processor could grasp, biography.
Insignia of an enigma grip the records, cryptography.
Never acquainted with that phantom.
More constructive to volunteer at openings in the dream
Than to awake for destructive workers' tantrums.
Burn DreamI’ve always felt cold since I was barely a year old.Burn Dream1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
The feel of flame always kept me tame.
A little messed up in the head, my starter plug’s cherry red.
Birthday Candles send the table a blaze.
The incident only revealed my craze.
They told me to never play with matches,
But I had them in batches.
Hell’s my sanctuary till it freezes over.
Oxygen and acetylene
Go beautifully together like an epicene.
A hissing fire breather that became my best friend.
My torch, never leave me as we create an inferno.
The popping of the flame is our choir.
At the gym, they told me to feel the burn,
So I doused myself in gasoline.
Why was everyone claiming this a manic scene?
Dragged away to a mental hospital.
They took all my toys and fled.
Doctor said I have to get clean,
“No more fires, Boy, understand me?”
All I have now is a cold lima bean.
Little did they know I keep a spare nearby.
A match for me, a friend indeed!
Something to bring a little warmth to me.