Sentinel of LightShe's not one for words, she prefers to fly
She believes in what she sees with her eyes
Her ego is huge, but so is her heart
Doubt not that she's prepared to do her part
And if you happen to do her wrong
You'll have unleashed a lion great and strong
She cares not if you disagree
So long as she is free to say what she thinks
Companionship with her would be wise
For she is the Sentinel of Light
And she'll never leave your side
To Define InnocenceShe was like an untold mystery revealed at last,To Define Innocence2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a hiding bud of strange beauty now in bloom for all to see.
But she was seen by the blind eyes of some to be hideous;
and they banished her, deeming her an exile.
She was a misfit, a novelty unlike any of her kind,
now bearing a name forbidden.
A name spoken so many times in petitions for her freedom,
written by those who've seen her well and fear her not,
but whose words fall on deaf ears
leaving their writers but to cry for their beloved exile,
and sleeplessly await a miracle perchance inevitable for their tears yet unseen;
tears of acid rain for their former friends, whom are her masters.
EquestriaIn EquestriaEquestria3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Freedom is not a dream and all the grass is green,
There is no injustice nor loneliness nor lack of life's purpose,
Nature can talk to citizens who'll listen.
Colors take shape in magnificent ways,
Monarchs openly lust for peace,
Villains' words cannot be heard,
Love is the only weapon you'll ever need
You will always find your joyous conscience
[Bad] SeedSwimming in the waters of life, some might encounter too high a tide,[Bad] Seed2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Watering a [bad] seed in one's heart.
And soon a [shell] grows around it to protect them from it,
But it [grows] thorns as well, adapting to it's [environment],
For the heart's [defenses] are not easily broken.
In this case, one must [look] through the shell into the heart,
And [decide] it's true state of being.
The Alicorn A celestial presence hangs upon the whispering winds, unsung by the prosaic fates,The Alicorn2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
pertaining to a vigil of majesty told of in transcendent scriptures. Whereupon this occurrence,
tales of dissent fall on deaf ears in the midst of these echoes of future yore,
echoes of the flutter of the wings of memory carrying a single clover of fortune.
And thus the Alicorn shall speak, with a voice know by that memory, and bring our peace,
to be the kindle of a spirit in our hearts, the same as was borne in our journey to this place
where the whispering winds blow. And this journey shall continue as we spread the wings
of memory, a transmutation of the stillness of time into our grace upon this land.
Sleep Like the DeadI want to sleep within my bedSleep Like the Dead3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I could I'd sleep like the dead
I dream when I am awake
In which I scream like a Mandrake.
I'm burning in the shivering cold...
The electronic voices, frighteningly bold...
Sings me a lullaby about eternal night,
The moon to be my only light.
This got old when it was born,
It only leaves my brain torn.
ClownYou became a puppetClown3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nothing more than just a clown
Jumping from here to there
Smiling until your tears make you drown
And you get flashback of the past
That cold November night
When the winds shattered your hopes
It was forbidden to dream of light
You can't help it
You bleed your tears away
The owner of your soul is wanted
Your ship is so far from this bay
You've got nine lives
But you're left with one
Who will take it?
Its killer is unknown
You're a puppet
Nothing more than just a clown
When you cry,
You never leave a sound
The Two StreamsDrifting down between the riverside treesThe Two Streams3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Early afternoon sunlight kisses you
As your raft glides over the clear water
Your focus is held by the horizon
In the distance, a split in the river
Presents itself, and you must make a choice,
Similar to one Robert Frost once faced
And like him, you stand in uncertainty
The one stream appears in a wilder form
Verdure bulging over it unrestrained
Keeping the sunshine from touching water
As if it welcomes neither man nor beast
It offers danger... and adventure too.
The other stream seems safer to explore
The plants on either side yield evidence
Of passage made by creatures unharassed
What great temptation security is
And what mind-numbing boredom it provides
Tension builds as need for decision comes
Emotion overwhelms your perceptions
And you choose by impulse over reason
Moments after resolution was made
You are already regretting your choice
Yet the depths of your mind cry out to see
The benefits beyond the detriments
The Maiden of the Secret GardenJust below the surface of the world, a different kind of light shinesThe Maiden of the Secret Garden2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Emanating from a Maiden whose beauty is in servitude
To those who find it not on their own.
It's not quite love, but not quite lust.
Not quite heartless, questionably just.
Here below the surface, where darkened roses grow
A lucid luster in the moonlit Secret Garden.
With candy in her eyes, the Maiden never cries
But her naked heart softly glows with longing...
BrotherhoodWe were the only ones who saw it when it happened.Brotherhood3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We knew not what we saw, but we sought to understand it for it had captivated us so.
We walked a path unknown, but as if we knew where to go, in search of the answer to this mystique.
We created beautiful images, beautiful words, beautiful sounds, and beautiful dreams not unlike the ones we saw.
And it was beautiful, everything was beautiful, compelling us to walk further.
On this frontier we joined our hands in brotherhood, dedicating ourselves to eternal friendship.
As we walked those who dared to hate did not exist and those who dared to exist did not hate.
But we were the only ones there when it happened,
and so we alone can walk this path. For now...
ImagineI watched you sitting there, in front of the window, aloneImagine3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with the scent of night, as if you were caught in
a moonbeam spider web, alone
with pen and paper
I love to watch you
as if your words needed protection
With this absent-minded look
in your ocean blue eyes
which see more than all the others see - maybe
they see things more clearly, or rather
they see them how they really are
I love to watch you
breathing life into dead things
and turning sentences into melodies
How you´re able to give the little things significance
and write down what life keeps quiet about
You can make the stones cry and
bring a smile on the lips of the inconsolables,
apply a plaster on a broken heart with a couple of sentences,
you can drown out the ticking of the clock
and stop the world for a handful of seconds
You paint rainbows across thunderstorm-shadowed faces
and jot down the notes of the songs only hearts can sing,
you can touch my body more intensely with a few letters
The CormorantShe stands outside the tipiThe Cormorant4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
In the cold night and waits,
Holds the water bucket
For the midnight prayer.
She hears the familiar songs
Four midnight chants four times,
And midnight's eagle-bone whistle,
Four fluting sounds like an eagle's cry.
The songs and whistles call her,
The fireman helps her inside, she's
Handed the tobacco and corn shuck,
Rolls her prayer-smoke in silence.
She sees the cormorant the fireman made
From hot coals outside the crackling fire,
Inside the crescent of the red dirt moon,
Such beauty as he hands her the smoke stick.
Smoke lit, she no longer sees the fire-bird,
She's one with the smoke now, going up
And up with her cormorant-words to the Creator,
Then tilts the water to honor Mother Earth.
The fireman takes the bucket,
The first person has a cold sip,
The next and the next and the next,
Water shared with all who sit in the circle.
The fireman opens the tipi door,
She puts the bucket outside,
And rejoins the circle of her people --
Her prayer didn't last l
DiscordThe bringers of light take their stand in the darkDiscord2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
While the light turns grey
In the wake of Discord
The sky turns inside out
The shadows shine bright and become a myriad presence
By the hands of Discord
Light fades into dust
Animals dance madly
Such is the reign of Discord
Will is now but a dream that died in vain
Hope is now is a light given off by fiends
Made so by Discord
Euphoria becomes confused
Jailers are now felons
Madness fills the wishing well
To the delight of Discord
Sleep becomes a narcotic
The heart transfigures into a door to a ruinous void
Designed by Discord
And if you so happen
To have friends in your life
Turn to him with them and face him with all your might
For all is not lost
AvianYou used to tell her she had bird bones -Avian3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it was only a joke,
but you would hold her tightly
so she could not fly away.
Now you carry starlings in your pockets
to feel their little hearts
fluttering much like hers did
when you lay your head upon her chest,
heart beating the way yours did,
before she flew away with it
as you always knew she would.
Tonight you are haunted
by a swan with a broken neck.
It is a dream,
just a nightmare,
but you know that it is her...
She has returned to you
decked out in feathers,
choking on a heart,
and you're frightened as hell
at how god damn beautiful
she is in broken symmetry,
but you find relief in your fistfuls of feathers.
SeductionShe wants to make the world beautifulSeduction2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She'd like it to be wise
She looks like a white rose blossom
With blue stars in her eyes
She gives strength to the weak
Presence to the meek
But then one of them fell in love
As she ran off like a lost dove
Now she's back, and who's to say
What there is to be done today
About the meek lover boy
Whom to this beautiful creature is coy
The Crystal EmpireI: The Search for MemoryThe Crystal Empire2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A place forgotten by time
is found after a millennium.
It is known as the Crystal Empire.
In this place most real a bird of peace could sing and reach the farthest star;
and while a bright epoch is in it's future, it's history is unclear.
It's memory is all but lost.
it's security threatened by forces seldom remembered.
Only a remembering could bring it solace,
but where the memory lies no one knows.
To behold it's magisterial grace in it's day could teach the world,
but what once was grace is now uncertainty
as the citizens search for what they have lost.
II: The Shadow from the North
Darkness in it's purest form
as a monster with a heart of stone.
From the north it approaches,
precariously hanging off the blackened winds cast by his every step and breath.
He waits beyond the empires gates unable yet to enter,
so he only stands near and inflicts his menacing presence upon the land,
his standing alone fading its luster into dark shadows