Midnights daughter,
wrapped deep in Sun sparkles embrace.
Passionatley kissing the moon beams off her face.
Dance sweet moonlight
Weave your web of love,
dive, divine sunlight, till the days end.
Sun sparkle sleeping, under the eye of the moon
Sun sparkle weakening, coming too soon.
Midnights daughter chasing her soul
The suns dreaming wake,
preciously carressing a piece of her friend.
The eleventh hour, & both dissappear,
down throughout the milky way, to challenge another hemisphere.
Looking for U by Caleb Williams
Don't missread the misreadable
Don't discard the discardable
Don't underestimate the underestimatable
Don't choose not to understand
Don't shut yourself out
Don't open yourself up
Be you not others
Be others not you
Don't listen to them listen to me
Don't listen to me listen to them
Make up your mind
Don't make it up today
love yourself.
Don't missread the misreadable
Don't discard the discardable
Don't underestimate the underestimatable
Don't choose not to understand
Don't shut yourself out
Don't open yourself up
Be you not others
Be others not you
Don't listen to them listen to me
Don't listen to me listen to them
Make up your mind
Don't make it up today
love yourself.
Would you read to me
From a book of whispers
In a voice of echoes
On a shadow'd plain?
Would you sing to me
A song of forgiveness?
Haunting melodies
Floating past
Take my arms, I'll
Speak the truth
Of stories old
Of times gone by
I found this on a Labyrinth page.
"The Shadows of Midnight" by Stephanie Massick
Here it is, my attempt at poetry. Oh, and you'll notice, there are 12
stanzas - one for each chime of midnight.
Against the blue of a twilight deep
Alive with sweet promises someday to keep
A gossamer dream serenely does glide
Hopes for tomorrow unfolding inside
In the depths of the crystal, depravity reigns
Words are like weapons, feelings are stains
Diamonds hide decay and silk drapes sin
Fear, lust, and wonder all dwell within
In the midst of the dancers, a young girl appears
The object of stares, the victim of leers
A vision in silver, she drifts through the throng
Dazzled by colors, drunken with song
Admirers circle the masked Goblin King
He watches the girl, such a pretty young thing
He glistens with power, is alluring in blue
His eyes show his heart . . . if only she knew
For an instant she sees him, resplendent and proud
With a flash of a mirror, he's gone in the crowd
She stares at the place where the king has just been
As memories of home slowly grow dim
Her quest forgotten, the girl searches still
His mystical melody ebbing her will
He controls from the shadows, remaining unseen
Desperate to keep her within their shared dream
Deeming her ready, he makes himself known
They move to each other, no longer alone
His wisdom mingles with her innocence
As they swirl together through grand opulence
With eyes making love, the two live out a rhyme
She thinks only of him, never of time
She could stay here forever, content in his arms
Scorning reality, enveloped in charms
His spell nears success, but is then interrupted
The crowd closes in, sparkling, corrupted
Nearer and nearer, the onlookers press
Spoiling the sincerity of his caress
Their connection is broken as she looks around
Seeing the carnality and greed that abound
She is frightened by the sight of illusions gone sour
And even more so by the twelfth strike of the hour
Rejecting the fantasy she'd wanted so much
The girl shies away from the Goblin King's touch
Twisting and gasping, she pulls herself free
She shoves past the dancers, trying to flee
With the throw of a chair, the room rips at the seams
The sky fills with clutter, the air fills with screams
The Goblin King's face is shadowed with pain
As the ballroom scatters like a handful of rain
"The Shadows of Midnight" by Stephanie Massick
Here it is, my attempt at poetry. Oh, and you'll notice, there are 12
stanzas - one for each chime of midnight.
Against the blue of a twilight deep
Alive with sweet promises someday to keep
A gossamer dream serenely does glide
Hopes for tomorrow unfolding inside
In the depths of the crystal, depravity reigns
Words are like weapons, feelings are stains
Diamonds hide decay and silk drapes sin
Fear, lust, and wonder all dwell within
In the midst of the dancers, a young girl appears
The object of stares, the victim of leers
A vision in silver, she drifts through the throng
Dazzled by colors, drunken with song
Admirers circle the masked Goblin King
He watches the girl, such a pretty young thing
He glistens with power, is alluring in blue
His eyes show his heart . . . if only she knew
For an instant she sees him, resplendent and proud
With a flash of a mirror, he's gone in the crowd
She stares at the place where the king has just been
As memories of home slowly grow dim
Her quest forgotten, the girl searches still
His mystical melody ebbing her will
He controls from the shadows, remaining unseen
Desperate to keep her within their shared dream
Deeming her ready, he makes himself known
They move to each other, no longer alone
His wisdom mingles with her innocence
As they swirl together through grand opulence
With eyes making love, the two live out a rhyme
She thinks only of him, never of time
She could stay here forever, content in his arms
Scorning reality, enveloped in charms
His spell nears success, but is then interrupted
The crowd closes in, sparkling, corrupted
Nearer and nearer, the onlookers press
Spoiling the sincerity of his caress
Their connection is broken as she looks around
Seeing the carnality and greed that abound
She is frightened by the sight of illusions gone sour
And even more so by the twelfth strike of the hour
Rejecting the fantasy she'd wanted so much
The girl shies away from the Goblin King's touch
Twisting and gasping, she pulls herself free
She shoves past the dancers, trying to flee
With the throw of a chair, the room rips at the seams
The sky fills with clutter, the air fills with screams
The Goblin King's face is shadowed with pain
As the ballroom scatters like a handful of rain
"Sun Child" by Emily De Rango
Sun - child:
Kissed on the brow by divinity.
Sun - sparkles in her eyes
As she laughs.
(Draw me into your gaze, beloved)
Dancing among sand dunes
As waves caress the shore;
Lying in a sun - dappled field,
Crowned by garlands of flowers.
(May I have this dance, my love?)
An embryonic goddess whom
The gods look down upon -
Do you know your own strength,
Sun - child?
You are
The dancer
The weaver
The lover
The light.
(will you be my Valentine?)
Sun - child:
Kissed on the brow by divinity.
Sun - sparkles in her eyes
As she laughs.
(Draw me into your gaze, beloved)
Dancing among sand dunes
As waves caress the shore;
Lying in a sun - dappled field,
Crowned by garlands of flowers.
(May I have this dance, my love?)
An embryonic goddess whom
The gods look down upon -
Do you know your own strength,
Sun - child?
You are
The dancer
The weaver
The lover
The light.
(will you be my Valentine?)
_H-Bomb_ by Kaighin McColl
I want your happiness, your sadness, your locked-and-bolted fears
Your optimistic smilings, your time-encrusted years
Your frantic manly cruelties, your effeminate attack
Your hit, your stop, your space, your sound
Your grand potential lack
Your cerebral oscillations, your mechanistic heat
Your seismic interventions
Your updraft, your defeat
I want your happiness, your sadness, your locked-and-bolted fears
Your optimistic smilings, your time-encrusted years
Your frantic manly cruelties, your effeminate attack
Your hit, your stop, your space, your sound
Your grand potential lack
Your cerebral oscillations, your mechanistic heat
Your seismic interventions
Your updraft, your defeat
"If I could afford a sandwich" by Mean Geoff
If I could afford a sandwich
I think I would put jam on it
or a little balogna and some mustard
I would put all kinds of things on it
If only I could afford it.
If I could afford a sandwich
I would eat it under a tree
Sitting in the shade, with a smile on my face
It would be in my hands
I have killed with these hands.
If I could afford a sandwich
I would share it with my friends
Taking time to remember the ones I hold dear
Reminiscing about my dreams
Or nightmares.
If I could afford a sandwich
I think I would have a more positive outlook on life
I would be a better person
I would be complete.
Silver is as silver does
If I could afford a sandwich
I think I would put jam on it
or a little balogna and some mustard
I would put all kinds of things on it
If only I could afford it.
If I could afford a sandwich
I would eat it under a tree
Sitting in the shade, with a smile on my face
It would be in my hands
I have killed with these hands.
If I could afford a sandwich
I would share it with my friends
Taking time to remember the ones I hold dear
Reminiscing about my dreams
Or nightmares.
If I could afford a sandwich
I think I would have a more positive outlook on life
I would be a better person
I would be complete.
Silver is as silver does