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Imagination: Apparition of an Artist.
Imagination: Apparition of an Artist.
When it calls to me, I attend to it with the aids of unseen entities which although are not corporeal have a consciousness just beyond my own, which I cannot touch. I know them, they are familiar, the fragmented spirits of my soul; there is no animosity between us only understanding and intransigence in pursuit of our consuming goal. The gates of action are warm, and glow, we are through them before I am aware as hands, busily, attend to weaving, stroking and ordering, calculating and directing all that hands may do.
The feeling as finger tips slick down wet paint is warming and nurtures me almost more than the artwork on which it ends. All is pleasure, the eye of my mind watching me, creating - the flow, the froufrou, of imagined silks and lace, ladies with long unbound hair in the dressing room giggling; as the air crackles with humour in whispers beside my ear. Head kicks back in ecstasy over the height of flamingos stalkin
Stylised Cliche: not a love poem
(not a love poem)
Punctuality; the thief of time.
I'm a conserver of moments,
The couture in fashions of late.
a stitch in time is for knits.
I should know;
I've been late all my life.
What you've been told,
It's all been lies.
Five past instead of five to, is no crime.
Why call today when tomorrow there'll be more to tell?
It's a talent, my trademark - can't stop now.
Dream to the song of birds.
Awake with the sun in its full term.
Work till the eleventh hour
But party till ten.
No, proficiency my friend.
You call it disrespect
But am I not worth the wait?
In the nick of time to fashionably late?
My heart has its own beat.
My arms refuse to tock.
My life will be measured by more than the ticks of a clock.
Sorry I'm late (I'll say traffic this time)
The world, always waiting for me to arrive.
So, like any performer I have rehearsed my lines:
Happy belated Birthday,
Oh really - It's daylight s
The Dirge of EmptinessAs I watch, while the calls are made
Havoc rages without a trace
Bespoken reveries thus fade
Leaving a soul without a face
Our creation was not for hope
Thus did we beseech, to elope?
Alas, alone we soon awoke
The dirge, we heard – silence it broke
Rub'i of A MaidenThe bliss of the wind, that pours by the trees
The ailment of regret, such is what she sees
For her spirit is lost, disenchanted, strayed
From the dream she had known - lost in fantasies
Of Silver, Red, and Blackened SkyStanding straight with blade at ready
Steel, resolve and honor shone as
Bright as ardent, fated fire
Forged by blood and budding kingdom
Kaldan waited by the water
Where the dragon's torrid air burned
Scorching planks and scouring masts
Scattered o'er the glowing harbor
Thick and black, oppressive plumes plunged
Paradox deep into terror
Townsfolk fled in fearful droves that
Filled the night with frightful screaming
Stirring beasts left best to slumber
Bringing forth a roar so mighty
Frenzied light unleashed in her eyes
Lady Rinehart had awakened
Near the knight, the dragon dived in
"Now!" he shouted, blade swung downwards
Twin ballistas loosed their payloads
Launching spears entwined with fine steel
Piercing through the scaly cuirass
Clotheslining the flying wyvern
But - the bolts that held the weapon
Broke and tore and whipped the shoreline
Murder ran all through her thoughts as
Though the woe of others seemed trite
Rinehart told the wailing wives she'd
Wear their errant tongues as tr
Rub'i of MelancholyI who had once wished to the stars, aloft;
And paid from my deeds, for I thought, how oft
Have I dreamt of the days of old; my way -
cold, distant - like woodcraft that has gone soft
Kingdom MineWhen I look to the sky alight in red,
A blaze of gold and crimson flame above
The sails luffed up and jigging taut, I tread
Upon a sea of hope, my one true love.
At once the water breaks beneath the bow,
Like steel through Gordian’s cord; this kingdom mine!
I sail and sail, my freedom now endowed.
Once more, the day will rise on my own time.
Set sail into night- the stars so bright,
A guiding gift of God- afloat tonight.
Captain BeckhurstThey seek me here,
they seek me there,
SkyNavy seek me everywhere.
My thieving soul will be forever cursed,
for I am the dammed elusive,
I am a Lady SkyPirate,
with a fearsome reputation,
all quake in fear when they spy my flag,
It's certainly no cause for celebration.
The stories told about my deeds,
to be sure are filled with gore,
to hear them speak you'd think that I,
was rotten to the core.
Apparently I've slit the throats,
of at least a thousand men.
And lets not forget the ships I've wrecked,
time and time again.
By rights I should be swimming,
in all the blood I've shed.
My name a lone is cause,
for unimaginable dread.
Yet here's a little secret,
that might shock you and amaze.
Though I steal and cheat and lie,
and villains sing my praise.
The stories that they tell of me,
are simply all a sham.
Despite my wicked ways,
I've never killed a single man.
Yes I am a Lady SkyPirate,
with a cooked up reputation.
The gruesome tales of violent deaths,
are from the ima
A Vikings PoemStand With Your Shield
And Charge Like A Goat
Leave No Survivors
Now Move Off The Boat
We Northsmen Arrive
They Snicker and Jeer
And There Struck Full Of Fear
The Berserkers Move First
They Lead The Charge
The Casualties Large
I Weild My Spear
A Knight In My Face
Tries To End Me
With the Swing Of His Mace
He Misses His Strike
My Spear Finds It Mark
Im Struck In The Head
Everything Goes Dark
I Stand At The Gates
Of Odin's Great Hall
To Warriors Who Fall
And Then In Midguard
I'm Laid On The Pyre
For My Life Is Over
I'm Buried in Fire
The Life Is Not Over
In Asguard I Stay
I'll Be At Ragnarock
That Glorious Day.
My battle cryI wish I could take you back in time, to that day thirteen years ago,
To look through the veil to see the unseen, and the things only angels would know
To see The Lamb of God,
Creator of truth, My Lord and King,
Of all things on earth, and everything,
Knowing and calling me, By MY own name,
With a purchase of Blood through the cross he came,
To take this boy, this puny man,
And gently place him in the maker’s hand,
I know I was broken, But the bounty is paid,
When on Jesus’s body, all our sin had been laid,
On that day I wasn’t like all the rest,
For on that day my stone heart became flesh,
Of all the Love I’ll ever have, with deep affections or even a ring,
This Love for God is truest, for in me it changes everything,
If the changes aren’t coming and your spiritual life grows stale,
And from the cup that should be overflowing, tastes of bitter ale,
One question to you, do you love only what He gives?
Or with all that you are, do you love the God,
De regenboogOoit liep een man naar de regenboog.
Het moest en zou hem lukken!
Want aan de voet van de regenboog, zo zegt men,
Staat een pot vol gouden muntstukken.
Zijn hele leven heeft hij gezocht,
Met gescheurde kleren en open wonden.
Hij vervloekte de zon, hij vervloekte de regen
De pot met goud heeft hij nooit gevonden.
Wie zijn hele leven naar rijkdom zoekt
Omdat hij graag nog meer had gekocht
En al wie hem helpen wil, vervloekt
Zal sterven op een dode tocht.
The Hour of the Wolf
The Hour of the Wolf
3am, the Wolf's Hour - and I am lost.
Weaving shadows thread in an arachnids net,
Suspended before his eyes, my soul's tossed,
Inverting from within, meaning's silhouette.
The Wolf's rule is law - The arbiter of sleep:
Nothing is sacred- childhood hopes nor fear.
From a parliament of dreams no tyrant reaps,
Hallucinogenic leers serve to domineer.
Held in his grip by the abyss, I toss
I turn; yearning the end of the nocturne.
While most men lie with nature's nurse - Oh Loss
Feral hunt by Gabriel's Hounds; end my turn!
The thousand eyes of night, by day turn one,
While by stencilled stars, the wolf awaits in wanton.
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