Luna, My Love
She calls me with a serenely mystic whisper
And though my eyes never meet hers she is always watching me
Her antipodian companion leaves burns and blisters
But compliments her distant sisters, they are a divine 3
Antique yet beautiful, older than the most eldest of rivers
Ascendant of an anciently supernal pedigree
She obscures herself as an enigmatic shape shifter
Her magnetism allures the tides of the deepest seas
Meniscus showered in shades of blue and silver
At night, her song whistles throughout the trees
Transforming hate to love, she captivates her killer
Bringing all darkness to its knees
She weeps with injustice as it withers
Like an impending disease,
She’ll contemplate while she lingers
Soothing your soul of all worries and griefs,
She’s a mysterious hitchhiker, a lone drifter
Hypnotically putting the mind at ease,
Mesmerized by all of her silver-haired shimmer
Gazing over her alluring glow can be such an excruciatingly pleasurable tease,
She is a Goddess, the melodically cosmic thinker,
A silent breath, an intoxicating breeze...
Change, Not for the Meek
Drown yourself with the bottle in which you were made
Lust after a cure you manipulate and evade
Something unobtainable you claim you desperately crave
All the while, I feel so betrayed
You live our lives like a game of charades
Put on pause, our love delayed
A worn out Nintendo, decayed and overplayed
Pretty girls in magazines, happiness portrayed
Masked behind painted glass as they divest and degrade
Thoughts of marriage overwhelm me, I hide behind my barricade
Feelings of failing rush over me like an overflowing cascade
All of your requirements, I’ve listened and obeyed
Singing me lullabies laced with lies, your bittersweet serenade
Ruining everything you touch, you violate and invade
Your sycophantism concealed as you run your circus masquerade
Wearing a mask of peace and kindness conveyed
But from your true identity you’ve strayed
In so many dreams I’ve subconsciously prayed
Not wanting to lose you, I live so afraid
I still stand with my neck graced by your blade
Hoping one day all negative forces will crystalize to jade.
Waiting In Dreams
Deep scars and dark bruises concealed by shadowed veils
Underneath smothered secrets hinder battered details
The delusion of an eminent paragon must be endured
To obtain a decadent love that was once so innocent and pure
Searching for a sign of light in this infinitely dismal tunnel
Struggling intently to solve this intricate puzzle
Desperate to connect and be one pristine whole again
Hopelessly drained, delicate from obligations to pretend
Fate says I’m destined to be alone
Jaded and taken for granted
Your cold, apathetic tone
Has left me desolate and stranded
I long to be in love with you by some inevitable force
I plead and implore for the sublimity that dwelled once before
Hoping passion will be restored,
Gazing into each other’s eyes, feeling cherished and adored
But Mother Nature ignores my prayers and runs her own course
And as I realize I’m living a beautifully delusional dream, I will plead no more....
My Clarity (Mia Claire)
Her eyes are a diamond surprise
An azure oceanic view, a kaleidoscopic sunrise
Sparkling stars in the twilight infinite clear skies
A place where evil becomes wounded and meets its demise
The warmth of her smile stops time
And cradles reality in its prismatic lens
Soothing my soul with her melodic rhymes
Cleansing the pneuma of its most reclusive sins
She defines purity and innocence
With each pierce from her violet stare
She glides with vibrations of confidence
Wearing hyacinth and lilies in her hair
Hair sprinkled of the softest sands
Twirling with bursts of laughter
Love pulsating from her tiny, satin hands
Her sweet essence lingering with admiration hereafter
Her touch is like warm summer rays across my cheeks
She revives the world through rose-colored glasses
An open book, yet softly discreet,
She’ll turn hardened stone from ember and ashes.
She’s what I’ve waited for, my angel in disguise,
Flowering my universe to its fullest potential
She views me as a Goddess, oracular and wise,
I see her as my alter, my absolving temple
She makes me feel so alive
Complex but so elementally simple
Anxious to see her face after dreaming
Waking up to still see her sleeping
And looking forward to holding her in the evening
I long for her touch forever, closer, immeasurably
But as she grows, time slips through my fingers ever enduringly...
Lovely Lament Mends A Heart With Intent
How can I embrace such sepulchral lament
Deceitful transgressions crystallized to cement
Too many burdens have filled its ruinous space
Once filled with laughter, now a desolate maze
Like high tide rhapsodically bewitched by the magnetic lunar muse
Pulled in by his tragic satire affliction, exploiting various shades of the blues
Illogically curious, reveling in this cautionary portentous wonder
Transcendentally paralyzed by his ambivalent myriad of luster
Running around in circles, speculating on where the vacillating dead ends meet
Tired eyes and battered feet, but the relentless journey is too bittersweet
Shoes worn and heels torn, roaming on tainted glass,
Despite my manifesting avid nature, I am eternally destined to finish last.
Shrouded by this ashen, perishing ambience,
Haunted by the past, possessed by its penitence.
When does the meadow replenish its prismatic, florid complexion?
Balancing the universe in all of its perfection
I look to the stars in hopes of this sanguine transformation,
Absolving all past transgressions, passionately harmonizing in ardent revelation ...
Transgressions and Oppressions
Words are only obscured diffractions
Ticking time bombs, nuclear chain reactions
Sublunary canvases embodied by ceaseless oppression
Labored by generations of hatred and aggression
Calculated for mass produced social division
Anomic creation of horror and controlled suspicion
Corrupt control seeding paranoia with every transaction
Propagating false entertainment, amoral, libertine distractions
Iniquitously decimating immortal, spiritual perception
Polluting our ancestral roots since the genesis of conception
Recrudescence of divine superstition
Governed with recreantly clandestine, bureaucratic supervision
Regulating dependency with monopolized rations
Grinning behind their money wads, unconscious of compassion
Survival of the fittest, promoting archaic natural selection
Denying the unadorned, evocative propagandas of modified beauty enticing obsession
Censorship of mundane senses, lost sheep in a prison
Bred in captivity, to be manipulated and conditioned
Only to be brutally slaughtered by chemical weapon extraction
Shadowed by campaigns of affirmative action
Trepidatiously estranged by abhorrence and deception, disguised as protection
Perceived as having individual volition and discretion’s
Privileged for the freedom of making our own decisions
But only if approved by the tyrannical, supreme jurisdiction
Perfidious, illusive speeches lead to disconsolate promise retractions
Coercively diluting prosperous minds for your personal abstraction
Your blinded sheep, your morbid obsession,
Divine control over your apathetic collection
But now enlightening indigos elicit elitist tradition
Efflorescing existence with a divinely celestial proposition.
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Goodbye to Yesterday
Wombs once filled with blooming flowers
Now obscured by clouds and threatening showers
What is love when there is no heartbeat
The room filled with hatred and deceit
Into the shadows I tiptoe and creep
Slipping into bloodstained sheets
Tattered with the aroma of defeat
Through the mattress misery seeps
The deafening stench of rotten decay
Has overthrown and eaten away
At any aspirations of what was had yesterday
Like an untouchable dream on display
Composed to desecrate and betray
Abandoned in a petrified dismay
Silence spreads like the darkest night
Smothering all former communication
Twin flames no longer ignite
Under a hypnotic spell of sedation
Not knowing wrong from right
Words immobilized by justification
Lost dreams of love at first sight
My most oppressive realization
What passion once burned so bright
Is now a mirage of radiation contamination
I’ve lost my mind, my soul, my insight
Drowning out all illumination
Waiting for a glimpse of twilight
In the coldest of isolation
Possessed by foreign parasites
Immune to the abusive violations
Coinciding with the moonlight
Longing for your admiration
Hoping we can reunite
Leave behind and rebuild from devastation
So tightly I keep holding on
I never want to let go
I cling to this mystical phenomenon
Frightened by what waits below
I’d give it all to have you back
Cradled in my arms
Staring harshly past the zodiac
Far away from manipulation and harm
I was your beautiful firefly
Always there to light your way
Still staring deeply into the midnight sky
I’m still dreaming of that yesterday, I pray....
My Olive Song
Rich in color, a radiant glimpse of human perfection,
She will always hauntingly serenade my dreams.
Hindering any contrary divine objection,
She slices through dimensional glass with her shrill, rhapsodic scream.
In awe of her sagely, omniscient perception,
So suggestively intuitive, yet still so naive.
Delphic eyes animating transcendental, telepathic affection,
Crystallizing my stratous soul like translucent, dissecting moonbeams.
Oblivious to the ambient beauty of her vernal reflection,
And all of her aura’s natively prismatical schemes.
Her rustic essence resonates of Amrita, the most aromatic confection,
Purifying her ancestral, decadently carnal genes.
Cradling me in her flowering, lunular meniscus connection,
Leaving me feeling my most safe and serene.
She’ll rule the world with progression,
And then blow it to smithereens.
Harmonic Fusion
Spiraling ribbons levitate above the rustling zephyr
Lunar silver, bewildered lavender infuse hazy harmonious hybrid
Whispering celestial doctrine from Ancient Arcane Ancestors
Ruins chant of another time, prophetically recited
I am an elegantly saturnine anathema, a haunting specter
But my ethereal soul still burns melodiously, so vibrant
Like the satiric nightshade’s bittersweet, malefic nectar
I am the fatal enchantress, siren seducing like a diamond
Cataclysmic, foreboding, a sunken asomatous treasure
An obscure forest where elder trees and retired rivers speak silent
Manifesting their spirits only for the necromancer’s pleasure
Orison to Mother Earth for the prolific wonder she’s provided
Oracular, verdant reincarnation commence ascending trimester
Sol and Mani poetically rejoice as they entangle reunited
Conceiving yet a predestined esthetic, eolian predecessor
Leaving transient mortals perplexed, obeisantly enlightened
Marveled by the beauty from the cosmos, and all of her divine architecture...
Why Start Now?
I gave you my heartfelt apologies and sympathies
Swallowed what you’d left of my pride
Played out like a somber, drawn out symphony
To make a connection, you never even tried
I didn’t owe you anything
All you’d left me with was trauma, anguish, and pain
You sat pointing a loaded gun
Pressed tightly against your head
This child’s mind instantly unraveled and undone
Starving for forbidden, affectionate words unsaid
Instead filled with beguiled nostalgia
Broken promises and false road trips
Painful, blistering whips, busted lips
Flimsy bones and adults abandoning ship
Illegal fellowships, adulterers commit
Childhood dreams clouded by the darkest overshadowing eclipse
Your strung out eyes dare not meet mine
Shame consumes every bit of your being
Emptiest of souls, no contact with the divine
Your hatred forever breeding
You pretend I don’t exist
Until that awkward moment you face
Like a persistent, infectious cyst,
You’ll have to accept and even embrace
I’ve grown immune to not having you around
And bonded with my idea of what you should be
But like every other dream unfound
It was only soothing lies, fabricated imagery haunted by a bewitching scenery
You never wanted to get to know me
Never showed interest in the adult I grew to be
I’ve learned to cope with no parental guidance
Stronger than you could ever hope to be, you’re cowardly and spineless
I wish I could just put you in my past
Conceived throughout space, daughter of the stars
Generated by the galactic, beautiful vast
Created from some celestial bizarre
But I can never forget you, you’re a rotting part of me
And you always will be, unfortunately
You’ll die missing bittersweet pieces
And when you perish, what remains of you in me weakens
“Goodbye and good riddance,”
I’ll say another day
When I’ve forgiven and acquired transcendence
Emotions not in constant disarray
Hopelessly wishing I’d gotten to know your mind
As well as I’ve gotten acquainted with my own
But your soul being so wickedly confined
You’ve disintegrated yourself to calloused stone
You’re chilled to the dissected depths of your bones
Growing more relentless and alone
Until the execration has possessed and overthrown
Buried deep within the ancient catacombs
Only perceiving your ancestral remains within my endogenous chromosomes
Extracting your enigma until archaic ruins are bare and shown
There will be no more to dismember, no longer tormented by the curious unknown...