Deep in the stillness,
I wander but a ghost thru mists of shadow & sanguine ..
And the trees bathe in the mystique of Night’s serenade
Covet thee my love immortal,
for we are hunters of a dream untamed;
poetry bleeding into the abyss ...
Candle whispers drink a sky of wine, unto where I sojourn —
in the caress of your lips, and ache of darkest Moon
— Arthur Crow © 2013
AddictionI can't help but breathe in that puff of smoke,More Like This
feel the rush from the false hope.
Smiling on my face only fades,
I'm addicted to these shades of grey.
I take one more hit and think of him,
remembering the day I gave in.
I went years without one puff of smoke,
but then he gave me that look of hope.
I took that deadly hit of that drug,
blinded by the faulty of false love.
Thinking it was okay,
I'm now wasting away the day.
Looking at the pack of smokes,
wishing I could just let go.
But I gave everything back I had of him,
and this is the only way my addiction wins.
Seeing the smile on his face,
when we each took a puff and shared the taste.
How when he asked I could not deny
that look of pleasure in his eye.
Dragging me so far down,
but I didn't make a single sound.
I want to move past this stage,
put the rest of my pack down in it's grave.
But until I can fully move on this addiction stays,
until someone can help me change.
RainRain Rain go away,More Like This
come again another day.
This is what they all say,
but i'd rather it come my way.
Then I can sit inside,
and from the world I can hide.
Not worrying about what I wear,
no one to tell me I shouldn't be here.
I'll write away my useless day,
no one knowing my secret pain.
Let the cuts see light for once,
smile for the first time in months.
Sing a song to feel like I belong,
to bad this time won't stay long.
Rain Rain come my way,
and please will you stay?
I've tried to make it go away,
tried the pills so i don't feel this way.
I guess they didn't work just right,
because I am picking up my knife.
I'm sorry that you want me to die,
that you think my whole life's a lie.
I will try again if it makes you sleep at night,
i'm fine with turning off my lights.
I stand here out in the rain,
so no one can see my tears of pain.
If they knew what the put me through
would it change their point of view?
I wish that I could be the one to change
the selfish words, the bli
ThunderMore Like This
The rumbling sound up above
It calms me so
What creates it is beautiful
But I love the thunder more
It can be so loud
Yet so quiet too
Rolling across the sky
The silent pause between each rumble
Only signals another spinning closer
It's peaceful and subtle
Until you least expect a burst of noise from the sky
Graceful and beautiful thunder
How I love thee
How you calm me so
I fall into a deep slumber listening to your rumbles
Beautiful....You are beautiful, no matter what they say,More Like This
words can't bring you down;
Your hair may never stay in place,
and you may be from a different race,
but that doesn't stop you,
because you are beautiful,
no matter what they say:
Your eyes maybe green, brown, or blue,
but that doesn't stop them from shining,
just like you;
you may be skinny or fat,
but that's no fact,
because and just because,
You are beautiful, no matter what they say.
So be you, that's who you are,
and never change,
because if you do,
you may find yourself afar....
The Dark Man of the NightThe dark man of the nightMore Like This
He follows me wherever I go
I wander in the woods
With him on my trail
Searching for the pages
Time is running out
He is teleporting closer
Creeping up on me
I don't know how I got here
I don't remember much
All I have is a flashlight
And no sense of direction
The first page I saw
I just pulled it off a tree
The noises got louder
Something's following me
It's the dark man of the night
He stalks me under the stars
I feel like it's been days
But the sun is nowhere
I'm at the sixth page now
The noises are really loud
He's getting closer
I'm not sure how much longer I have
I see him in the corner of my eye
I do what the pages say
"Don't look or it takes you"
I heed this warning
I want to get out alive
But I don't know how
I see something in the distance
It's a building
I'm careful as I enter
I turn around and there he is
I climb out the high window
But he still catches me
His tentacles drag me closer to him
I'm close to death as darkness s
ParentsNever doing your jobMore Like This
As a father
Just stop right now
I don't care that you have the sniffles
Just get off of the couch and do something
Work at your job
Or maybe quit buying useless things
Mom is working real hard
To pay for the bills
And you're just wasting it
On things you don't need
Quit nagging in my ear
I hear it all the time
I'm being too lazy
And it's all my fault
You and Dad both
Are driving me crazy
Picking my brother over me
And I'm the horrible person?!
Parents aren't supposed to pick favorites
Or fuck with the emotions of their kids
I'm already screwed up as it is
I don't need you to tell me that I am wrong
Or that it's my fault
I can't help that I'm fucked up
Besides, that's all your fault
You two are the ones
Who made me this way
I never chose to be tormented
For my entire life
Don't give upAm I better off dead?More Like This
Am I better off a quitter?
No I'm not
I can keep going
I am stronger now
I can take it
Just not all at once
Or I might fall
Sometimes I want to give up
Just end it there
Then I think about what the future holds
And what could be
So never give up
Life is life
Don't end it now
'Cuz you have a lot to live for
Darkness can't touch you
It can only haunt you
So break through that black wall
To see the light
And don't go crawling back
Never go back
Or the darkness can get you
Just keep walking
Don't look back
Never go back
You're stronger than the darkness
Keep going strong
FriendForever there for youMore Like This
Retelling stories of the past
In good and bad times they're there
Everything you did was together
Never splitting apart no matter what
Daring to go through the storms together
SIRENNeath the woe of Ulysses' blood and toil,More Like This
A sea of heavenly-fury once awaken'd
Her gaze clad in honey’d delirium ablaze
Of such beauteous prize, he shall yield;
For her tongue hath seized mortal desire
And lo the Moons’ glory shall weep in vain!
Journey’s of madness sung with promise;
— A rising tempest hurl'd to Hades reign
Oceanic rhythms untwine love forbidden,
Breaking the mists of insatiable dreams
The Sirens call ebbed like darkness falling;
Her lust bleeding into the mythic abyss ..
His anguish bestow'd the folding tides,
Unto their lips would perish in mystery
Deeper jewel'd the haunting of his soul,
Forsaken to the ink of Orpheus' muse.
And ghostly twilight shone low and pale,
O’er the hum of those ethereal seas
Long wherest his heart shall forever sail
— Arthur Crow © 2014
Mama's EyesShe said to her daughter,More Like This
And her little girl
No longer little
Looked up in her mama's eyes,
And Mama thought nothing of it,
Till her little girl
No longer little
Never looked up in her mama's eyes
ProblemsHatred, whether based onMore Like This
Hatred is the problem.
A letter to my watchersSmiling through your pain,More Like This
Till the wounds stop bleeding.
Running through your clouds
Once the sky stops raining.
Never saying never,
Going faster, stronger, better
Even when the
Raindrops seem to fall down forever.
Till the birds start to sing, and
Happiness overwhelms you,
And a smile takes over your face
Now and eternally.
Surviving through the pain,
Until the wounds stopped bleeding.
It never seemed it would end,
Crying, screaming, dying...
Indeed it did, it
Even when the raindrops would never end.
Silly GirlSilly girl,More Like This
Whose eyes rain crystals,
Why do you wish to heal?
Do you not understand the beauty
Of your ability to feel?
Whose grin’s so bright,
Why do you wish to change?
A soul with no emotion
Would appear to be quite strange.
Whose face is dull,
Why do you live this myth?
You choose to be a shadow,
Smashing daisies with your fist.
With wounds and scars,
Why have you chosen this death?
No, sinking into your own grave
Would be better than such regret.
You’ve started to feel,
Just recently you’ve started to cry.
You’ve been down this path again and again,
With a pain you’re designed to deny.
Whose eyes rain crystals,
Why do you wish to heal?
Do you not remember the torture
Of being unable to feel?
Heartache Every MomentI had never seen eyes so naive. That soft mouth, of pastel color, that velvety skin ... everything in her looks fragile but perfect.More Like This
A star on top of another, never a calculable amount, a passion for you, about a passion for you.
Breathing with your gazes, your eyes, your heart. It was stupid to be so focused on one person, and I knew it.
A strange sensation at see you, you're looking in the wrong direction. And as if guided by a divine hand, for the sweet push of destiny, turn your gaze to me.
Everyone knows the beauty of your eyes, and you know they are the most beautiful ... and still you dedicate me a glimpse ... then why when you look at me you do it coldly ? With eyes so cold that freezes the soul.
You do that to hurt me, but I must say that you reflect a little spark of pity for this undignified love for you. Even so, your look is more beautiful than the person who looks at you, do not look at me like that ... because you will not be less beautiful.
And if you have a second of y
SymphonyMore Like This
The colors of the sky bled together
as though paint from some artist's
long forgotten palette
The vibrant blues and muted pinks
edged with deep purple
Where the day began to lift its curtain
and the keen stars shown through
I sat and watched
as the colors grew darker
and the light dimmed
As minute as it was,
I sat and watched the transition
from day to night
as one gave way to the other
I sat, as if enstoned,
until the light had well passed
and the dark lay heavy on the skyline
The world went by,
each absorbed in his own,
as nature's orchestra played its symphony
and conducted the world to night
A Kiss not Forgotten (a special tribute)Like a frost spread across valleys silent and dreary,More Like This
ever my longing lost in shimmers of shadow & wind
And days bled into years, the seas became deserts
But thoughts of thee would not perish
Thru memories untamed I staggered far and long;
upon solemn nights lit by the torch of your soul
O’ how deep I miss your fragrant cheer ..
Of warm evenings shared across Lake’s reverie,
watching horizons journey into Autumn’s dream
— wherest our hearts once bloomed a fabled sky
Those passions shared will forsake me not
Lest the Moon would bestow solace upon my ache:
I will lay marooned, haunted by thy seraphic-figure,
Or the ever fleeting caress of your gaze ...
So my soul shall yield to this mythic abyss; –
as I peer from my carriage to Nirvana
And thou away, from my arms, the Sun weeps
Unto eternity—my dear beloved, we are entwined
Forever our footprints cast in golden firmament
A kiss not forgotten in a ballet of light softly falling
I now bear the want
All Her Little ThingsStop hating her for the littlest things.More Like This
The things she can't prevent,
The things she can't save herself from..
Stop demanding her to do things,
Things she can't accomplish,
Things she can't imagine being done...
Stop lying to her,
Telling her you love her,
Want her, need her...
When all you've ever done is make her want to
Stop hating her for the littlest things.
The things she can't prevent,
The things she can't save herself from...
When those little things you've done
Take her down...
The little things won't matter anymore.
PastPastMore Like This
The past cannot be changed, it cannot be undone
The past is past, mistakes were made, most unfun.
You live and you learn, thats how you grow.
However the pain stays with you, ask those who know.
You can apologize and repent until the end of days,
But you made those decisions and they'll remain made.
All you can do is try to continue on and survive.
Even if it seems like some don't know you're alive.
Learn from your past and do not forget but forgive,
Yourself for what you've done so you can live.
Lessons are hard learned but valuble once there.
Do not let where you've been slip away without a care.
In the end the past makes us who we are,
No matter where we've come or how far.
Forgive yourself and move on with emotions in check.
Always remember your past, even painful, and never forget.
That you are alive and breathing to see this day.
No matter what happens you must continue to say,
"I am who I am, I have done what I have done,
If you forgive me then you can't be the only one.
Poem For Minnie II Minnie:More Like This
Minnie if you only knew how I truely feel about you, you would know a love of a different kind.
If you only new how i feel about you the sun would rise on the rainest days for you.
If your family knew how i feel about you they would understand and step aside and lets us be what our hearts are telling us.
When I look into your eyes I get lost with in your soul, so lost that I never want to be found because i know you make me whole.
If you only knew how I truely feel about you the angelic smile that plagues your face would never leave that angelic face.
When I hear your voice i go numb and start tingling all over and chills run down my spine as i listen to the angelic melody that is your voice.
When I see those deep dreamy eyes I can see the feelings you fight
Letting You Go Letting You Go:More Like This
Letting you go is going to be one of the hardest Things I have done in a long time
Letting you go means I never truely had you or Made you truely happy
Letting you go to make you happy is the only Thing I can do to insure I have you in my life Some how and in some way
I'm letting you go beacuse I love you but you Love another in a distant land fighting for our Freedom
Letting you go is the only thing I can do for you To make you truely happy
Letting you go means I will be happy in time
Letting you go means no heart break or ill Feelings towards you
Letting you go will be the end of a love I have Not felt in a long time
Letting you go to see you with him makes me Happy knowing someone has that amazing heart And soul of yours to wake up to
Letting you go to be with him before we ever was Puts a smile on my face knowing that I will Always have a friend when I need one
Letting you go will always be bitter sweet for I Love you
I will end this need to want you a
ThinkingThinking of you tonight and I'm hurting all over again.More Like This
I don't know how to shake you from my mind.
Unhinge you from my soul.
Release you from my heart.
My body won't let you go.....though I'm trying.
Talking to these other guys.
I smile and laugh as they sweet talk me and pull me in.
But I'm holding back.
I'm tethered to you.
And I don't think I have the strength to cut the ties.
To set myself free.
To let you be.....
Hope you're sleeping okay tonight...
Cravings UnsatisfiedYour lips met mine and I tasted you.More Like This
You tasted of promise.
Of a man that knew how to love me right.
Pure like what I've been looking for.
Yearned for for so many years.
Your lips were soft and warm
And I felt love in the making.
The birth of something wonderful.
Something new and exciting.
Then you went hot and cold.
You've burned my tongue
And the taste is there
But numbed beneath.
My heart is frozen solid
For the time I feel like I wasted.
Yet still I know what you are,
How you taste...
Now I'm feeling urges unsatisfied.
Wanting for more of you.
I want to know your heart inside and out.
Learn how your mind works.
What your idle hands long to do.
I want the years of a promising future by your side.
I've only had a taste of you,
Yet now I'm craving more.
No poetryNo poetry was written,More Like This
No fairytales were read.
As if it was forbidden,
By the monsters in her head.
And all they thought was silly,
Was quickly thrown away.
By a girl who had to grow up,
By a girl who couldn't play.
All her dreams and fantasies,
All her fears and hopes.
Thrown in a bag of garbage,
Balloons and skipping ropes.
The teddybears and puzzles,
All had to retreat.
For new puzzles in her head,
She never would complete.
No poetry was written,
No fairytales were told.
Her eyes spoke of a sad tale,
Her hands were always cold.
She thought of no white horses,
For she was no princess.
Her life was about papers,
And secret loneliness
All her dreams and fantasies,
Would never come true now.
For she had forsaken them,
Without knowing how.
Remember how happy she was.
She doesn't even know.
The little girl she used to be,
Was forgotten long ago.
stalematemy fingers drum against your ribs,More Like This
playing them like weary piano keys
trying to please your angry soul
we’ve danced this waltz before
back and forth like two planets vying for
the sun’s dying attention
your scars still bleed down my back,
the blood ebbs and flows down my spine
but it’s all part of the learning process,
I will teach you how to love again
A Cheerful SilenceA cheerful silenceMore Like This
Finds rest among
These traveling reflections
The hearth still burns
Bereft of her mesmerized kin
And it soothes only me
In these placid and mournful hours
To breathe easily
With a full and thankful heart
To convene with memory
Shall remain my most treasured gift
And with warm bones
I’ll peacefully sink
Into the folds
Of a tranquil sleep
breathewhen you close yourMore Like This
eyes like that I
can’t breathe –
oxygen caught in the
fine comb of your
my throat is at
the mercy of the
curl at the corners
of your lips and
I’m closing my eyes
drawing in a
of air –
Ode and SleepAnd so they deemed that once, a long timeMore Like This
ago, she was beautiful –
Others argued that even now, the deep brown
of her arms and the gnarls in her twisting roots
And people leant against her, they did;
although her back was giving in and she
folded over like a book.
And she mothered them; she surrounded
them with the rot in her bones.
Children liked to trace the marks in her bark
and so she told them, with the crackle of
fallen leaves, “I’ve braved Fire, my lovelies.
“Come closer, listen here carefully. He’s a feisty
lover, he is, and his passion will burn you.
When he leaves you, you’ll be left with scars
and an ache in your heart that won’t ever go
She moved and so her branches creaked, not
in protest, but as a badge of her age. She seemed
to smile. “He gave me lovely children, he did.”
She doesn't talk about how the Wind took them away.
And the rain falls. And the people go.
But she sits there, facing the sk
lovebiteswhat is the nameMore Like This
of the flower?
is grown in the
rich soil of the
winding their way
petals bloom on
trail their way
from the jaw
of the neck
You.You were NovocainMore Like This
to my veins,
but what was left
untitled, or maybe just lazypassionate lovers fill each other with kissesMore Like This
beneath the january winters of bedford, dreaming
dreams better kept undreamt. polluted breaths;
exhaling, inhaling, smelling her cinnamon gum,
smelling my hot chocolate breath.
ballerinas on our pinky fingers, tightly entwined.
fresh saliva, old bruises, cacophonies of i love yous
between the subway tracks. we dance in rhythm to the el
trains, dance to the desk lamp, dance to the moon
and sun. floods in our eyes, butterfly kisses,
breakfast for dinner and pizza for breakfast.
holding on together,
keeping close, feeling our heart beat out of rhythm at night,
dreaming of love and of life, young
sunsets rising beneath our eyelids, reminding us of
old memories and creating new futures.
we crawl under the january's blanket and kiss and love and dance,
and we hold on tightly to the streetlights, twirling under co
~In The Eye Of The Hurricane~"You're nothing more but a figment of my imagination.More Like This
A fingerprint in the corner of my mind"
She wrote on her notebook while glimpsing at the black screen of her cell phone
with an utter sense of melancholy & despair.
He tiptoed in her life like teardrops full of promise in the midst of summer.
He sneaked up on her covered by a thick mist of mystery which suited him so nicely.
But he was much more than he appeared to be, and she was about to find out.
Soon. Very soon.
Moments of bliss later she was confident. She had fallen in love.
She found herself spinning around him without an inch of suspicion.
He took his time, studying his moves carefully, playing her like a chess piece.
This game of power & control was far more exciting than what he led himself to believe.
She, she was labelled fragile & his love was overly clumsy.
And he, he was a fierce tornado no love could keep hostage.
So when she started tasting defeat, she refu
Epiphanyhearken when healingMore Like This
from the hurt of love hamstrung
the hander of the handkerchief
may be your heart’s hope
San FranciscoGood lord, how long I've slept this time!More Like This
And from what undiluted dream
full of free space and meadows,
brickless and feral,
lost in terrible infant whims,
streaking from trees to the hazel in the dusk,
have I come creaking to this ancient face?
If I ever find le sens de la vie
writhing underleaf in a crooked line of ants
or rippling in a koan made of cigarettes butts
then I’ll go back to San Francisco
and look her beggars in their pupils
and talk to her gypsy witch doctors,
listen to uningestible trumpet masters,
commiserate with the legless street congress,
revisit the subterranean shrine to urine
that sifts through the walkers at 2nd and Market,
and make love to some lost pearl of the Orient.
I’ll interrupt her philosopher queens as they serenade their oracles,
crawl in wretched street machines, carousel coins in rusty slots
that screech down to the wharf of the seal paparazzi
communing with dead architects of gleaming concrete miracles
You Were Not An Aquarium BoySea-glass became your bones,More Like This
brine your blood, and seashells
melded into your skin.
You were not quite an ocean
when you said "This is your sign to love me."
My body was like a building;
tall, cold, almost unbreakable.
I was metallic and sharp,
towering over your waters.
I remember taking your hand in mine,
conch and coral shells scrubbing
my skyscraper wrists, and laughing
about how one day you would
submerge every last bit of me.
Your lips, riddled with argonauts,
found my cheek and I cringed
at the coarseness.
You asked if they bothered me
and I finally told you "I
think I love you."
carpe diemwith a quicksilver silver of a smile,More Like This
she finally lets go
as the beat of the music
mirrors her pounding heart.
strobe lights and singing teenagers
mix with fog to overwhelm the senses
but she's never felt quite so clear.
she's been ditched by someone she calls a friend and
is hanging with girls who never remember her name,
but it's somehow okay because
it isn't like the night will last longer than
a few hours (and she's gonna be happy,
dammit, because the lights are low and
she can dance without worrying what they'll think.)
people describe eyelashes casting shadows
on cheekbones but really, her night isn't about
those quiet moments at two in the morning,
that she remembers in moments of vulnerability;
her night is about forgetting to be afraid
and learning how to just live.
stupid love poems for stupid boys.he was theMore Like This
smoke in my
saved for when
i'm so lonely
that i cannot
but the problem
with giving your
heart to a boy
with a pack of
for ribs is that
he will want your
well– and after
all that blood and
blue lip kisses,
he will leave you
with a coughing
lighter and a
burnt tongue (but
it's really a great
you ate the stars and i ate my heart.this is how i wasMore Like This
fell in love with a boy
with razor sharp
teeth and a
poet's heart. it's really a
pretty kind of thing.
using his borrowed
tongue, he took me in like a
four a.m cigarette (slowly, and
with loneliness in every one of his
joints). we both thought
that enough smoke
would fill in the cracks in our
rib cages; we were both
he told me that he would
like to be a
planet: "all that open
space, all those dying
stars. it would give me room to
instead of telling him that
there is no oxygen in
outer space, i
watched him feel his lungs
implode. it broke my
bones to witness it; but it's really a
dreadfully pretty thing to
the place with wildflowers and new soles/souls.this place is filled with giantsMore Like This
i watch them
queerly stick their heavy
heads into the
hearts, they are the kids
that will run for
and the ground is covered with wild flowers; a mess of colors bending under the weight of petty leather soles.
chins on worn out
god's will escapes their
lips. they say to me
but where is your
i am here, sitting in the dents that their new shoes made in the meadow. the wind has blown away. it left me here & i forgave it, because if i could i'd do the same.
crowns made of
burnt willow, they take the
voices out of the
earth– i mourn
all winter, and during spring
come back to town, all used
cheap perfume (and like the
band says, it's
Soles (Forest Girl)Soles (Forest Girl)More Like This
i didn’t believe in carving initials into trees.
i always told you that was corny to me.
i told you i was a city boy,
comfortable in car drafts
and gleaming lights
that dilute natural shine.
to the sight of airplanes,
police cars and helicopters
than anything else.
but you dreamed of wings
so much bigger than aspect ratio,
so much wider.
you were higher.
so that day you took me there,
i knew i was out of my element.
your forest stories teased me;
sitting on the edge of your shoe soles.
and that riverbank that you tiptoed on.
little smirk always flashing your white pearls
when you were whisking through this place.
holding my hand in a tight grip
as you gave me a tour of your hidden burrow.
i had never been so in--
and out of place before.
the atmosphere was brisk
glancing the hairs on my neck,
goosebumps rising on my skin
as i swore feathers fell from your shoulders.
purple streaks nuzzle orange bands
that hold together golden twines
cenotaph of stormsthe first thunderstormMore Like This
was triggered by a blunt pair
of scissors, sparking violently
against the lightning,
shaking in the wind.
the downpour pierced,
tattooed with no ink but
the dark bleakness
of an overcast morning,
infiltrating uniformed wrists.
hid behind the music block,
shaky raindrops rioting
fears, she fractured.
the second storm
wept a two year downpour
outline that dripped from wrist
to hip, sidelong silhouette glances
obscured by the rain.
stalictidal waves shuddered
frozen, until icy glass
fell in stained shards from
the stillness inside.
thinner, brittler, growing
in flurries of sleet and hail,
her outline was never filled,
though the floods threatened
the third thunderstorm
was a mist-ridden melancholia,
a dream for permanence
smeared in ink through
fueled by the hope
that just this once,
the rain would spark a
rebirth beneath the ground.
instead, a tsunami
washed away the ink
as tides so often do.
Hey YouHey you.More Like This
With the perfect smile,
Even if it hasn't been seen
In a little (or long) while.
I hope you're feeling okay.
And I think you're
Doing really great today;
You are one less day away
From your perfect tomorrow.
InclinationsForever and always my heart belongsMore Like This
To the simple act of doing wrong
The love of my life is a little satanic
How I love to watch scattering panic
It’s really an art, from deep in my heart
To enjoy the destruction from end to start
I try to hide it but it takes a while
When people start screaming I try not to smile
Its like a tightrope walker who begins to slip
Will she make it or loose her grip?
My eyes hunger for her falling spin
While others look horror I can’t help but grin
I’m sorry I think like this, it’s just so freeing
To see the misfortune of human beings
Who are struck down again and again by the odds
To be merely men but think themselves gods
Oh, what a tragic story to be told
I’m an emotionless girl born with no soul
With my twisted sense of right and wrong
Forever and always my heart will belong
Under a Witches SkyAnd lo there he said: "I am darkness rising"More Like This
— ‘an apparition bleeding into a dreaming sky
Distilled in the timbre of windswept voices,
black feathers enchant earth in fevered-song
Magick ebbs & shimmers thru earthen veins,
seething like a migration of hungry wolves
Silvery eyes peer, drinking the ether of souls;
watching the spirit world fold into the mists
And where Shadows and Witches conjure,
— myriad talons beshrew Winter’s prayer
For eons I hath wandered in forgotten lore
— a sleep walker thru ash & fire, hunting ..
Beneath Moon solemn and drifting,
I covet thy ghostly figure velvet, undressing
Pools of amaranthine spill from mine eyes
Her ebon hair dripping in the evening tide
I rest my lips upon visage of thy fabled kiss
Thou art my darkest Witch — the wilderness
of a thousand spectre’s lusting ...
And unto this primeval calling, we shall seed
Poised in hallowed nightscapes caressing,
I brood and ponder ....
The world is only a word with a LA word.More Like This
A sentence .
A phrase .
A maze .
A mystery ,
Magnify the mind
Mournful in thought.
Twists tongues towards
Lies lie within us all,
Within the soul.
Yet hollow ,
They fill a hole.
Like an actor
They fill the part.
Take the place.
A fake face
People wear proudly.
A parade full of shame.
We all wear the mask
Just the same.
And yet for some reason
Some bask in the mask.
The face so full of lies.
At least on the inside
Who they are and what they are
Who we are
And what we are
When that's all we are?
When all we can say is words
Silence and souls can always
Speak louder and more clear.
So I beg you hear me.
You are who you are.
You know it's for the best.
When words can mean anything
And everyone wears the mask,
We are set with the task
To tear the mask
From our face.
to replace it with
Truth and personality.
The only flaw
The truth being
I feel nothing except for everythingI feel no reason .More Like This
To feel no pain .
And for that reason.
I remain sane.
In my sea the sea of me
And all I see.
Spacious is my mind.
I'd like to thank
Life for letting me live this long,
And letting me sing this song
Of all that I see.
All that my expression
Makes me free,
At the fee
Comes and drums
A beat ,
To dampen the screams.
That seem so scary
But barley are,
Compared to the condensation
Of civilization .
What a lack
Consuming our souls.
Taking from the inside
Making us cold.
Fraught with fear,
Afraid of death,
And out of breath.
An exasperated sigh escaped
And deflates the air,
That we all breath
As hearts grieve and sob.
Shallow snobs sit in there
Laps of luxury .
They leave us
All on our own
Fending for ourselves.
IdeologyIdeology .More Like This
To be free.
And be me .
Is a lie.
When by expressing
You look like
But everything's cliche.
So who cares anyway.
Not like I give a shit.
Ill try to fix it .
Where I can
And where i am.
I ask for
And it's all
So in do respect
Get the fuck out of way
I have to save the day
Again .don't challenge me
Or you'll see up bad things
You know you never
Wanna be my foe.
THE CROWGlistening feathers,More Like This
Blacker than the darkest night
A specter weaving through the clouds
Majestic is his flight
Piercing eyes reach into my soul
From the netherworld he will come
When I am no longer whole
Spawned from the magick of old
In a lingering mist he waits
Cast in velvet shadows so cold
Roses fall upon my grave
Talons clasp my fading spirit
A fallen love will he save
Shrieks echo across a leaden sky
Life descends to the arms of death
Scarlet tears begin to fly
Memories my heart cannot sever
Broken dreams whisper —
real love is forever
— Arthur Crow © 2012
Sanctum of Wine and ShadowMore Like This
Upon one Night's tempest, my hunger did beckon ever darkly:
"In nomine dei Nostri Satanas Luciferi Excelsi!"
And in the perfume of immortality, I bathed deep and long ....
Within the labyrinth of melancholy, I am the black flame gleaming;
befallen in the mist when closed thine eyes
Harken thee, River's blush weeping scarlet in nocturnal ballad
In orphaned prophecy, I am the lust of sacrament —
dark enchantment wanton — Hade's syrup undressing in your soul
I have crossed oceans of time, haunted by thy gaze and lips,
lost in whispers of passion dripping like song into folding horizons
Eons spent, yet thy figure dark, I crave solemn upon Raven's call
For thou art the breath of a rose entombed in velvet-nightfall ...
'Our lives are but confessions of beasts and things forsaken;
— woven into a bloody tapestry of a Lover's fable
My wound is the requiem of the sky, the exodus of daylight
Across sanguine fields I hath sojourned, coveting winds sable
Seek you me, for
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