

Mourning OlympusTauta heh deiva hubris esesthai ton telon ton panton.Mourning Olympus
O Mother, O Gentle Nuturer, I fear I may have to die tonight...
Embrace me when these rocks Of Earth are conquered by both
Rushing water and flame. Cover my eyes. I wish not to hear.
O Artemis...please, be kind to us.
This air is brisk and sweet. Infuse my breath. Dance in my lungs and soul.
Boulomai apotkeinein For that which was once strong is weak, An


QuidamThese slivers of water softly glide Beneath this broken lance, Sending moon struck flowers,Quidam
And sun tossed stars effortlessly into Sun scorced laps.
As with the mourning tempests that ravaged placid plains The previous scars are forgotten under a light And delicate mist. It is oh so white, Oh so brief, Oh so beautiful.
What daggers are these that pierce? And what hands are these that wish to grasp,


Shat-MatQuickly quickly turn around Quickly quickly touch the ground.Shat-Mat
Swiftly swifly hit your head, Swiftly swiftly go to bed.
Silently silently shed your clothes, Silently silently stifle your moans.
A thousand hands groping air, Looking for that little fairy, that
Pentultimate symbol of innocence, Of hope of peace and of light, That left us sometime last year.
With ten thousand closed kisses with open eyes ten thousand couples part.
(Don't judge a poet on one poem) {Why not? Is it not his latest work that defines his work?}


CthonicFor EmmaCthonic
Rings of gentle fire crawl from Crystal eyes half opened with adoration. With perfumed lips you smile, and the First breaths Of life spread throughout the world.
The trees of green and red embrace your sunlit
Caresses.
Make this moment last. Oh divine Muses, you sisters who see all, who know all And who have the power


We Caused Them ToWe Caused Them ToWe Caused Them To
Voices in the air Whispers in the river
Cries of pain Cries of sorrow Passed by unheard
They longed for their happy days When they still knew how to smile
No one saw them in the corner No one heard their song for help
Murdered by others ignorance Slaughtered by others words
Their past is long forgotten Their future lay six feet under
Blind to their pain Deaf to their cries
We caused them their self doubt We caused them to cry
We caused them to turn t
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Throw away your television...
Been off here for great deal of time, so i'm trying to catch up on your works, though your writing so much!
*Snaches spors inspiration!*
so yeah, just dropping by say hey.
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"The dead are not so bad.... Once you get to know them."
- Blood and magic
"Credendo vides."
-by believing one sees.
take a look at my work : [link]
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Fin de siecle. Fin du globe.
!!soahc dna yhcrana
Nice little piece you put up for a comeback Spor, see you haven't lost the touch of the old pen and paper.
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"The dead are not so bad.... Once you get to know them."
- Blood and magic
"Credendo vides."
-by believing one sees.
take a look at my work : [link]
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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Fin de siecle. Fin du globe.
!!soahc dna yhcrana
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