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Plumes of DestinyAmong the mumbled plumes of destiny
We seek out a life of our own,
We strive to find ways to be,
And sometimes life stands against us.
The gentle timelessness of dust...
Upon window sills and tombs,
Cool air lingers without a breath,
Silent time passes from within us all.

And as Time eludes us,
Wholly with the passing confusions,
We drift aging and fully learning,
In the shadow of the past Royals.
As reasons scatter and fall like leaves in autumn
We ponder and sink in pensive depth,
The diverse connections we behold,
The family lines that spread like roots.

Among the mumbled plumes of destiny,
The great architect has greater

Night DisciplesFleetwood Mac
was the sound of their summer,
not in the same way
it had been
for their mothers and fathers.

She dreamed of leaving the streets
and he would throw stones
and disturb the surface
of the reservoir.

The bedroom door is locked
and the curtains drawn;
there he'll eat
whatever she feeds him
with his open mouth
and bended knees.

*Skeleton Leaf*Skeletons in garden rubbish
Hard to believe they did flourish
Fallen leaves, surrounding trees
Gentle patterns blown in breeze.

Delicate vision of lacy leaf
Looked in amazment, disbelief
Beautiful, belonging to yesteryear
Nature at work, have no fear.

Time to lite, clear the ground
Smoke filled eyes as flames abound
Nature's magic has come full circle
'Till spring appears, thinking Myrtle.

2013 Delice1941
9th February2013

A Challenge to ThanatosYou hear the sneers beneath your laughter,
Like quivering arrows shot in the air.
Your own voice taunts and mocks you,
The living mirror of a lie’s contraire.

Making up excuses just to remain calm,
Soon out of things to make you feel numb.
Go on and hide the scars in the sun,
Your acting skills are second to none.

Every day’s fear swallows you up whole,
Giving birth to yet more doubt in your soul.
As each time is spent with a life on the edge,
You see yourself simply waiting for death.

Constantly at present with tales of the past,
You’re idly staring while others prance.
Where is that heart you wear on your sleeve?
Emotio

DreamwalkerDreamwalker--
lurking at the seams
watching her eyes flicker,
sleep making reality blur.

He creeps along,
weaving his song
exposing subconscious secrets
sewn in her hidden regrets.

Dreamwalker--
his eyes meet with hers,
only to slowly fade away.
For she wakes to light of day.

Life and street corners.People I could have kissed
or killed bump elbows with loose change
and bill receipts in the pockets
of the sweater you left last
Spring.

I want to drown myself
in love for you.

remember me as a time of dayi.
"it's okay to think about leaving;
the earth doesn't deserve you.
count to infinity before you sleep &
don't stop 'til you know you're gone."

ii.
the man in the moon
preludes
the four things she thought about
before she jumped.

iii.
between you and me,
the world is only gonna break your heart.

The Dream GuardianA beauty- in her own world
Roaming… a blue jay between two skies
Freedom carved in the feathers of her wings
Her name was sung and played on strings

Country folks knit stories about her
The savior of dreamers upon clouds
Rainbow paths to get them laughing
Paints and brushes in her hands

Wonder is what her colors do
Creates new music in the air
Paints the sky a brilliant blue
Daisies seem a fresher white
Weaving dreams in brighter hues

Gaze around your vivid nights
Whispering her precious myths
Incandescent, intensely bright
One violet star –the nomad, through
…our fantasies

Mermaid Bones - a beat poemTRIGGER WARNING: Sexual assault and eating disorders

Mermaid Bones - a beat poem.

I'm hiding an ocean of teeth under my scales
it's in the forbidden taste of salt on my tongue
the weight of the measuring tape,
of those numbers pushing bubbles through my blood and through my gums.
It's written on the circumference of my waist.
In the words cursing the ghost ship of my shape being plundered against my will.
It's spoken by the fish telling me that I have no right to fill my gills with oxygen
underneath a sea bed of regret laid heavy with the shape of a tail.
You are a whale they said
and they made me push my bones out to see the fish bones t

SerenissimaSlumbering suns
take a midmorning nap;
alleyways bright with
golden ladies,

their smiles canal-deep.
Nightfall brings guides:
stone sighs and dead light,
(never so alive).

Wildflowers, Imperfect BirdsI breathed your name like wildflowers under vast broken skies, in wide-open spaces. The wind blowing through them spoke of dew and dirt and petrichor, and there was sunlight on the ground like a mosaic patterned by god's own hands.

I said it like a monarch claiming new land: a declaration, a butterfly breath over old earth; like it was coffee on a warm morning with the sun in my eyes, interlacing with my lashes; like it was a dream; like it was a prayer like it was a miracle wrought of air and bone and body: you, in, out, in, out, in and in and in.

I cried it out like an earthquake between lip and lip, continents that don't quite fit: your

Letters LiveThe middle three letters of the word “Earth”
Spell out the word “art”
This is fitting because when I create
The beauty of the world is where I start

The middle three letters of the word “believe”
Spell out the word “lie”
This is fitting because for all those who accede
There are an equal amount who deny

The middle three letters of the word “lonely”
Spell out the word “one”
This is fitting because I have felt isolated
Ever since you have been gone

The middle two letters of the word “life”
Spell out the word “if”
This is fitting because only when

A HAUNTED PLACEBeyond the silhouette of my mind undone,
far beyond the skeletons of undead things
that wait for the unaware to draw near,
there lies another world, a haunted place
that bleeds in me, I can feel it dripping
blood a thousand shades of Darkness,
I can feel it scattering far and further
inside words scarlet extreme, it tells me
not to get lost to the corrosion of Yesterday
as it whispers tick tock...your life is
trickling away, through my splayed fingers
my blood drips, keeping time to the pendulum
that ticks in me, but I hear a crunching
beneath my feet...I look down and see that
I am standing on a pile of pulverized bones
and ca

Living Beyond A Black DeathMurder of crows flock in skies above me,
Pecking slithers off skin and soul.
Is this a death of destiny I see before I die?
A corrupting cortex that makes black flesh cry,
Waking up to a morgue of maggots and flies.

I can see your vile heart pleading,
I can see your cold screams bleeding,
I can see it even before my tears stop weeping.
I hurt when you're still crying over a dying me,
A personification of the dead waiting to be free.

Horde of rats cluster in sands beside me,
Gnawing matter from muscle and mind.
Is this a fate of fear I hear before I flee?
A voiceless vortex that makes white pain sigh,
Waking up to a sanctum of sp

Reign Of DeathBeware of demons sleeping in the dark,
Flames lick their faces and like dogs they bark.
Wake up in a land under the reign of death,
To a severe existence of eternal agony,
Where nothing but venom escapes your breath.

Beware of sinners basking in the smoke,
Lashes slit their lips like snakes they choke.
Wake up in a land under the reign of doom,
To a extreme catastrophe of continuing pain,
Where nothing but evil escapes your womb.

Beware of liars waiting in the light,
Whips crack their wrists like lions they fight.
Wake up in a land under the reign of despair,
To a dire isotope of infinite screams,
Where nothing but love escapes

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Memento Vivere

by ~Shamoneness, Feb 9, 2013, 8:27:04 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

When we’re old and decaying
And our souls set free
Our limbs will become trees
And from out those trees
Our fingers form leaves
And from out our mouths
Sprout words,
That will form into birds
And these birds will fly
To the peak of the sky
And sing songs that ring
Immortal melodies
That sift through the breeze

Memento Vivereby ~Shamoneness

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

©2013 ~Shamoneness

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~Roskbalkir Feb 11, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

This creates the most splendid imagery.

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~Shamoneness Feb 11, 2013 Student Photographer

Thank you! c:

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~Roskbalkir Feb 12, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

You are most welcome.

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~LilMijou Feb 10, 2013 Student General Artist

Beautifully written

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~Shamoneness Feb 10, 2013 Student Photographer

Thank you!

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~Keiko2000 Feb 10, 2013

love this

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~Shamoneness Feb 10, 2013 Student Photographer

Thanks!

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~Keiko2000 Feb 11, 2013

your welcome

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~artisanduo Feb 9, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I really like this one, very clean.

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~Shamoneness Feb 10, 2013 Student Photographer

Thank you! ^^

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