Saturday, July 31, 2010

Sighs At Midnight



hushed sighs fill the twilight
dead dark hours,softly they sing
still water over stone and rock
deep in the mindless part of night
when roams the soul and speaks
to darkness where light has no dominion

chromatic reflections in the mirror
muffled sounds and dim malformed configurations appear
a dark reality distorted,are they there
plaintive cries against the knocking come
ah,the mistress of mortal shapes prevails
as one upon one the forms comely acquiesce

moving to rhythm and music unheard
the pipes of pan sound forth
while dance they may amid the shadows
faces blacker then hell,blacker still
swirl and sway dizzily they spin
eyes shut tight,your mind unhinged brims with fear
oh,sweet savior,how long to morns first light

fright speaks ever shrilly in grave unhallowed tones
palpability twists and turns in the wild kingdom,ancient of old
make an end to this illusion,this romance with the night
reconcile this relic where dawn has no hold
black the earth heaves and moves to cover me

Angles Dreams



angels dream at night
filling our souls with longing
ever seek the gate

Thursday, July 29, 2010

News.....

Hello, I have been away on vacation. I will be posting again soon.



Cassiopeia Rises

Melanie

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Roses ON The Vine.....



does anyone care who I am?
will anyone care that I am ill?
will anyone notice when I am gone?
I think not...
as roses ripen on the vine and die, so will I

Cassiopeia Rises: Dark Matter...Fallen Angel Of Light

Cassiopeia Rises: Dark Matter...Fallen Angel Of Light

Dark Matter...Fallen Angel Of Light



born of dark matter....stardust and light
mixed with blood-blackened dirt
we come walling into a void of death
ours days numbered-measured-named...
woven in darkness, warp and weft
the threads lengthen...a legion hand and hand
a reaping has begun for this...this is his...

some gone before the spark is lit
much mourned with tears...envy
their road never taken...sweet brief
luminous shimmering-pale spirits
shine bright...a beacon, a sign of glory
then weary-weakened by sorrow___
rise slowly, release and dissipate

those...who trade souls for time-space
in the end become delusional...lost
full of decay, they wander caught in a web___
stumbling in dense total darkness...blind fools
reaching out in fear, weeping all to late
to late...castrated, raped of all will...
their path mapped out...the trickster has won

return we then to ashes...dust and overripe rot
unknown, unwanted, devoid of all reason___
our proud lustful needs...beaten down
discarded-trampled dreams, hopes...fade
for now we follow the Master's gleeful laughter
the road freely chosen in vain hubris greed
dragging hollow-hearts, we die as we came...alone

Friday, July 9, 2010

Sighs At Midnight


hushed sighs fill the twilight
dead hours softly they sing
still water over stone and rock
deep in the mindless part of night
when roams the soul and speaks to darkness where light has no dominion.

reflected in the mirror___
sounds and shapes appear
reality distorted, are they there?
plaintive cries against the knocking come
ah, the mistress of mortal shades prevails
as one upon one the forms comely acquiesce.

moving to music unheard...
the pipes of pan sound forth
while dance they may amid the shadows
faces blacker then hell___blacker still
swirl and spin dizzily they spin
eyes shut tight you mind unhinged brims with fear
oh, sweet Savior, how long to morns first light?

fear speaks ever shrilly in grave unhallowed tones
reality twists and turns in the wild kingdom, ancient of old___
make an end to this illusion, this romance with the night
reconcile this relic where dawn has no hold....
black the dirt ever heaves and moves now to cover me.

Cleaved Earth


a week without rain
flowers seek the cool shadows
cleaved earth trails falling petals

Dry Beds


I rise soaked in sweat
it's fluid movement alive
reaching the dry beds

High Noon


the sun at high noon
wilts all within it's wild path
shadows melt beneath

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Ancient Seeker Of Blood



he woke at sun set
hunger filled his being
yet his still heart dreaded what was to come

hunting for fresh kill always sickened him
and yet he knew it must be so
darkness covered his soul his need

while he stacked he thought of the centuries
he had passed in loneliness and dispare
ever drench in blood and memories

To drink the blood of an innocent was repugnant
to his senses
but such must be or sicken and die

so many years had passed
yet he remembered her sweet alabaster face
his dead heart still hungered for her

the very memory of her scent filled his longing
left behind centuries ago out of pity
now he walked this darkness alone
until he would grow tired of life

Monday, July 5, 2010

Saturday, July 3, 2010

The Road Less Taken



the road less taken
is often the road to love
true love is hidden

love does not bear roots
that lie deep within your soul
lust,lost,want and need
lovers weave tight, weft and warp
turn and turn in lovers hearts