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Sweet dream pathwaysNow she sleeps, a sweet repose
Blue black hair fans about
And as silence calls her name
Her lovely unturned face, now secret smiles

As dreaming dreams of things unsaid
Wonderful images begin to flow
That are ever longing and which lead
To the wishing of wishes, but instead

Her soul slips free, rising, rising
Ever higher, riding the dreaming pathways
Heavenly bent and full of intent
Harmonics singing in her head

Until a moment that she touches
The soul of another, a lonely seeker
Meeting as a tender embrace
Where the eternal question is put,

"Be mine?"

Angelus redemptio, the turning...Across dark realms that seek the night
Ever before dawn's first fingers light
On wings pitch black, a princess here
Comes, to reap a soul, bringing fear

She's found the one to give her power
Here the wraith, now, this hour
To seek him out was her vow
Her shadow falling quickly now

Gentle caress, until he, in trance
Dreams the dreams that speak mischance
Agony, bliss, such driven love
Sweet moment this, enchantment above

Until his self, ripped and riven
From the body, is finally driven
Bringing sleep, to crave for peace
As broken, failing, he must decease

Now a shell, a ruin, and lying
This moment, this time, simply dying

If you love something set it freeShe stepped out onto the earth of the new country
After a life already of wear and tear, seeking a new beginning
Seeking a home, a soulmate, a passionate love

An organized meeting, an arranged opportunity made
A man presents himself perchance to hope
But she turns aside, unable to countenance the connection

For a moment she dreams, then another steps out of the shadows
As he speaks tenderly her heart is melted, care forgotten
She takes him to herself, to have & hold

Then an intervening, intrusions, interference, an impeding occurs
A rupture happens, driving them apart
And for a moment her heart breaks yet again

Then she gathers he

Loving souls live among usMy dear friend suffers from hurt, a lack of hope
The agony of loss and others despair
Yet she is unable to feel the brokenness
That brings the cleansing, healing flow of tears

Too much pain in such a short time
Rushes at the soul breaking it in two
So quick that she feels the frozenness
Of a heart rendered but not yet aware

Though the time will come as she waits and waits
When the grief will seep through her being
Etching itself upon her lovely soul
Like delicate filigreed golden threads

So that she shines like the moon itself
Reflecting the care and love for others
That creates a precious person of meaning
One we would all ye

Divine JusticeXystus stood on the edge of the plain, overlooking the apocalyptic scene before him, the littered debris and detritus of a spontaneous, furious war and conflagration that had flared briefly just moments before. It had been so brief that if he had not been there on time he would have missed it, and that was the last thing on earth he wanted to happen. Curiously though there was an almost supernatural peace and calm that seemed to prevail. There was also a sweet smell of incense carried on the gentle breeze that stirred his hair, which was strange indeed, sickening too! So Xystus, having seen similar wars on these killing fields before, and hav

An Australian song for a tragic timeTRAGEDY
Across the Great Southern Land the seasons change  
The spring now past, the long summer comes 
Hot and hotter, temperature now thirties, forties 
Forest and grasslands drying fast, fuel to burn

While to this tinderbox land, tragedy comes searching  
For something new, new vistas perhaps, 
Yet to incite the anguish its presence brings 
Exaggerated sorrows, and grief to many

So crouching now, this fearsome thing 
Gazes round, until dramatic change,  
Ever hotter, a fierce sun acknowledging now, 
And so the land burns as the great fires return

Raging, roaring, respecting nothing, none
 Flames lick high, higher, smoke, and cinders fly
Changing weather, threatening, fearsome 
Burning the land, consuming, threatening all  

BITTER

Nothing stops it, incensed, turbulent, hot as hell
 As tragedy stands, dark and bitter, ashen faced
 Torn and blackened,

Dark Valentine, Where Love Lay, DyingAs you look down the street you see a man coming toward you. He catches your attention because he is a little taller than most, and looks purposeful. It is late afternoon, the sun is shining, a very pleasant afternoon. He obviously has things to do, and places to go. If you were to know him you would know that recently he had meet a woman on the Internet, a gorgeous woman who now filled his thoughts. So, he was happy, on top of the world, things were going well for him. Suddenly he frowned, as if a shadow had passed across his mind.

Something, was wrong. He looked down at his hand, his left hand. There was a drop of blood at the end of a fin

To Kiss the SunIn the beginning everything on the Earth was wonderful; verdant in an eternal summer of happiness and bliss. An Assembly of powerful & semi-immortal beings were the designated Overseers of the Earth, however one day the Assembly fractured with a faction gaining control & banishing the others to assigned estates where their powers remained but their influence was diminished.

The surprising outcome of this separation, & one unseen by what remained of the Assembly was that the Earth immediately went into a state of perpetual winter. The Earth became barren and frozen, years of despair following which overtook all of its inhabitants.

A gloom pr

dA, California *Semiotic* Dreamin'Contents

* Into the social space
* dA = social media
* l'écarlate
* Of friendship
* Epilogue - Redux, coming full circle on friendship

"Art and friendship are absolutely connected... Friendship is, after all, sharing a deep part of yourself with another person and receiving the same back." --- Nina Allen Freeman

*************************************************************************************
Prologue
"The medium is the message" --- Marshall McLuhan

Semiotic dreaming may be recognized &/or understood in the quote by Marshall McLuhan, "One thing about which fish know exactly nothing is water, since they have no anti-envir

Love, life's blood red wine...In the night mist thoughts came seeking
Through the corridors of my mind,
For dreaming dreams of my beloved
Ecstasy and wondrous bliss divined
Insistent now, the fervent heart demand
To be transported, be with her there,
With golden moonlight chasing shadows
Sweet repose, my beauty sleeping fair
Raven hair aglimmer as heavens stars afar
To number them all, pleasure so sublime,
That time is abandoned to adoration
Until she stirs, and memory made divine
She holds me fast in fond embrace
Whispering sweet nothings, now aglow,
And with my heart beating ever faster
Life's blood red wine does quickly flow
So we share the spirit of life together
Until pausing, her scarlet lips ashine,
To bring the rain of a thousand kisses
This most enthralling woman of mine
Then it is at last, two souls so replete,
Like roses in the darkness, love complete!

UntitledI break everything I touch,
And hurt those dearest to me.
It's when I'm down so low,
That all this is clearest to me.

They say you break it you buy it,
And I'm broke but I'm still paying.
So my heart is hardened, heavy and private,
But that wont stop the pain for which i'm still paying.

And I'm so lost,
Running around trying to go nowhere.
With tears I can't shed,
With a heart trapped in lead.

I am must,
But this is me crying out.
Sharing as best as I can,
But for now, thanks, and peace out.

No title for this.Admire from a distance

Thinking I am in love

Thoughts shattered

The betrayal of a friend

Losing sight of the end

Have no more purpose

Broken promises

Enter the Jerk faces

Wondering why

No more

Can't carry on

I am done

I

Will

End

This

Madness

we love we fight we cry for silencehumans.....
we live we kill we see through two worlds
one our eyes
the other....our minds
the mind......
a vast universe
a time machine
an escape from reality
Reality...
a cold cruel dungeon thats long been forgotten
a knife that slices through your heart
a breath of air thats been breathed for far too long
Breath......
the very essence of souls
that which clings to your mouth like the memories of loved ones in the heart
The Heart....
The joy bringer
The Hate Giver
The Love Reciever
The tear of souls
The soul....
The very being of your fiber
the life which i write this with
the very thing that gives me purpose
Purpose.....
a word of expression
an idea of the mind
a state of being
the very being

SocietySociety wants me to be perfect.
Perfect.
Perfect has no definition.
You're just suppossed to be so.
No, you may not weigh over 100 pounds.
No, you may not have a D in any class unless you're what society calls,
or,
what it dares call,
A thing called 'cool'
Just another thing.
No, you may not spend all your time on the internet without being called a weirdo.
No, you may not somehow have friends outside of the computer.
No, you may not forget to socialize, to not get all As, to blend in with everyone, to look reasonable.
No.
You may not be imperfect.
No, you cannot,
Should not,
And will not,
Ever be yourself.
Know why?
Because you're not perfect.
If you kill yourself because of it, grief will forever be stained on people.
So don't kill yourself.
That'd make you the most imperfect.
Meet the requirements.
Even better, kill the requirements.
Satisfy society.
And society will accept you.

My TreasureFire burns through sepia orbs.
Wisps of smoke devouring the sparks,
Confusing the flames,
Inflicting them to flourish,
Depleting all sanity.
Broken sentences.
Whispered words.
Sharp breaths.
Waves engulfing the flames.
Smoke still prevails.
Wandering mind,
Consumed by floods.
Excessive branches,
Unsure of which to pursue.
Striking paradox.

Dimming glow of hope.
I see you in ways you can't.
Ways you decline.
Your eyes hold a secret,
They comfort me,
Reassure me you'll be fine.
A perfection that's rare to find.
Soothing touch,
Tranquilizing smile.
Serenading laugh.
My cherished treasure,
If only you could see.

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Love song muse

by *iskarlata, Nov 6, 2012, 7:40:52 PM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

A man steps into an open space at dawn, and pauses, reflecting
Then, lifting his eyes, he gazes out toward the East
While reaching for a parchment, which he places before him
And waits for an song, unsung, to come from some inner place

Soon, on a gentle breeze, comes the sweet whisper of a woman's wisdom
A soft Northern wind caresses his ear, as she speaks wondrous things
Her words ebb and flow through his mind, mingling with his own
Forming meaning within the inner places, which is then spoken

Words and shapes tumble forth, like a dream realized, onto the parchment
The page is darkened, written, forming the sweetest of love songs
Until, having sung the songs of old in a new way, he stops
Waits a moment, thoughtful, mindful, wondering, caring

Now turning to face the North, he sees inwardly that distant place
And another thought transfixes him, of passion pure and absolute delight
So he opens his mouth again, and the new thought takes form, going forth
Crossing an aeon in just a moment as if on angel wings

And for the woman then, a startling moment of love realized
For his thought showers down upon her like the finest of gold dust
Settling about her as a golden gossamer garment, caressing her
Glistening, like a ... ... kiss!