her sight was infriged upon and she complied
in her bold hand was placed a weapon but she wields it not
the lifted scales were tilted when Justice was saught
all was unknown except what they knew
tainted thoughts that imperils...
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her sight was infriged upon and she complied
in her bold hand was placed a weapon but she wields it not
the lifted scales were tilted when Justice was saught
all was unknown except what they knew
tainted thoughts that imperils...
at twenty paces,
the mob was already hoarse;
baying and wailing,
their venomous spittle, raining upon me.
making believe in a make believe world;
breath through a prism of chromatic lies.
putting back together shattered...
your gentle breath caresses the plains,
who shall care if you scream through valleys;
and thunders off the cliffs.
the unending roar, shaking them unto dust.
your gentle gaze silently stills the night,
who shall care if you...
From: judge, jury and executioner alike
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third_eye
,
in
a shadow of poems
19 February 2013
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poetry
sincerely she waded across the years of tears,
without regret and graceful leaps over her fears,
now she dreams with lasting embers of her youthful years ...
tenaciously she clung on with steadfast belief,
everything a little better...
The priceless brush
Elegant tail hairs
of the snowy fox
Lay inert now lifeless
by the loyal inkstone
A spread of the purest white
sits ready
breathlessly exposed
Such a bridal Virgin
concealing tormented expectations
Awashed...
Rising chants
arouses an auroral swath of ethereal incantations
The sun effortlessly elevated over the shy yonder horizon
Shadowy holy realms
retreats till only gravely shelters
succumbs to sanctuary beneath ambiguous feet
Ready...
The sweet first breath of closeness
Tightly grasping onto desperate surges
Light so bright that sucks shadows from eyes
They grope in shaded open secrecy, possesing the sky
Gasping as if drowning in ether, tides of sea and...
From: a priestess' lament
Posted by
third_eye
,
in
a shadow of poems
19 February 2013
·
126 views
poetry
The fires of Eros
sang wearily
Gentle tongues of flames
flicks at the altar
the petals of roses heated
In veiled scalded scents
lightly drapes the priestess
A gentle tug at her harp
Humming, a heart wrenching
lament to the...
I had no time
for the sunrise
All it was
was just a dawn
The chill of the previous night
Grudgingly obliged with a carpet of mist
Takes leave, retreats
as the sun imposes sovereignty
I had no time for the sunset
All it was
was...
A tip of the iceberg
Proudly exposed to the glorious relentless sun
Melting into the bracing embrace of the ageless sea
In slow gentle mercy of eternal ocean currents
A teasing drop of tear
A humble prism, yet conjured a spectral...
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