Story of An Unknown World

Peering down from the bed,
I see the carpeting below,
I see it burst with life aglow.
Unfurling before me, a mighty sea,
telling a world unknown's history,
of how it began.
On the sea was put a ban.
As midwives of the sea,
the winds upon the knees,
pulled apart the womb,
and the land they saw bloom.

Teeming with emptiness,
shouting with happiness,
born in the tumult of a fracas,
between forces higher,
and forces within
such land was set to last
and it's face was wizened fast.
The sea like a gourmand feasted

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Ode To The Moon's Tragedy

The moon rises in all its glory
as each star tells its story,
Of wars with the sun,
Of a time when it had its own light.
How with jealousy it was done,
whilst the moon the sun did benight.

I remember when they each other loved.
Then the sun began to court,
the mighty cloud Oort.
To its missiles it lent its light.
It adorned them with radiance bright,
and the moon was left in the dark.

Weep not, O glorious moon,
even if the sun changes as the sand dune,
for something greater is here.
It has not looked on you with disdain.
Trying to leave his darkness dear,
It will have its own light again.

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The Ripping Skies

We often gaze at the heavens above,
hoping, hoping that they're falling in love,
When the Ripper his illusions doth weave,
for in reality our heavens do cleave.

I remember when once there was one sky,
under which nobody would truly die,
as darkness forever ceased to exist,
when our tears we could truly resist.

Thence the Ripper came to end all joy,
ethereally making us his toy,
and with the fire of the 'star'
did he form my mighty scar.

And so his sin cometh still,
slithering, weaving for the sky to fill,
enthralled, at the ripping of the skies to stare,
ever deeper into the Ripper's evil glare.

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One Thousand Shards Of Glass

Where once there was sleep,
there is now nothing but dust.
Where once there was peace,
there is nothing but ash.

I stood astounded
as truth resounded
and I watch a light go dark;
a tree stripped of its bark.

Pebbles flew through time,
as on bullets I rode; a crime?
No, yet conscience is cruel
and I, a mighty fool.

Death has no mastery over things fine,
even sadness dare not cross the line.
Yet like algae it covers the surface,
and underbrush the forest floor.

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A Second Salem

I can only sit here in the dark,
crying because I missed the mark;
locked and too lazy to reach for the key,
as cold and numb as one could be.

I try to be perfect,
but my life you must dissect,
and you can only make it worse,
leaving me trapped in your curse.

I don't know why you can't see,
that all you do is hurt me,
I don't know why I'm still here;
I'll be gone soon my dear.

Add more fuel to the fire,
you're the wood of a liar;
you sentence me for burning,
when you've caused the hurting.

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Fallen Raven

A shining rose began to bloom,
like an amaranth amidst the gloom.
So it grew to heights unattainable,
it's beauty I find sensational.

For years people admired her;
they flayed their love amateur.
Against the years Love fought,
mine heart thine hath bought.

Through ages was shed many a tear,
which faded in the atmosphere,
though a secret love was ever near.
Alas, 'twas what I feared!

I wish not for thy love,
don't shave it, shove
for it would ruin you my dear,
so please your love do blear.

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Confusion

Its been so long since we last met,
the forest floor has become our home,
How can we live when our blood's been let,
and is just another chapter in Love's tome?

Is this really what is left,
of old feathers that have been shed?
My heart has been part of the theft,
you've left me dying upon my bed.

What am I, a substitution?
I will be no part of your solution.
I will not give in to the illusion,
nor wrap myself in your confusion.

Don't cry for help,
for I'll watch you burn,
I'll hear your yelp,
and keep not your urn.

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Enigma

The day is coming when the sun will become exhausted
and in her agony she will stop shining.
Darkness will sail across the sky and fill the earth.

The moon will bleed and she will glow red.
The earth will drown in her blood.
Like the First Ocean it will cover it.

So why is it my mind is fixed on you?
As for you, who can tell what your true intentions are?
Your mind is a labyrinth, unable to maneuver through.

Alas! All I have are your dying thoughts, saying their last goodbyes.
O! We were so free! we were so young.
We were naive! We were as good as dung.

So many doubts, so many guesses.
You took all my time...
You, you were my poetry.
But now, you plastic cutlery:

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Leaves Turning Grey

Like a carcass lays, an ancient tree,
he tried to pray, through celestial seas,
but his spirit flew just like a bee.
Everyday he gazed at crying clouds,
the wind through his branches was so loud.
He looked for listening ears
as he stood in a sea of tears.

O tree, do you still wade?
Why have you lost your will to change?
O tree, leaves turning grey,
your roots have lost their range.

But how can one ask for help,
when you're not helping yourself?
And so this tree founded on sand,
with the wind tumbled to land.
He's an arboreal fool,
in a world that pulls
his heart and blood apart.

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Ode To The Freedom Sought

Oft has my mind thought of worlds far beyond ours.
My spirit seeks for freedom from this world gone rogue.
The marring of earth hath led me to look elsewhere, until What Has Been Marred is fixed.

I wonder, do the people of Saturn look to Hyperion or Telesto as I to the Silver Isle?
Do they see Enceladus or Tethys and let the light fill their hearts?
Or those Jupiter to Io and Europa?

Do the Star's desire to travel the universe burn as ardently as the nebulae from which they are born?

Eventide becomes as Endymion was to Selene, for then the Window into The Void That Is Filled is opened.
I can see the Plane of Existence my God has made.

O how I envy the Outer People, for their planets have several Helpers and mine has but one.

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