Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
Tuesday, 19 August 2014
Sunday, 10 August 2014
°°The Angels of The Sea°°
No one is more powerful than the sea though they dare walk it's surface.
Their fears breeze away and courage absorbs into their hearts like a divined rain that keeps the ocean
awake and lets the waves push and rise unlocking the heightened, misty ghosts that reach the clouds
in a storm.
They are empty bodies of light and good that watch over the ocean; it's creatures, sorrows and evils
Appeasing it's violent tides and moaning for the freedom of the souls it keeps captive
They guard it's beauty and play it's music, a serenity felt over land
Their fears breeze away and courage absorbs into their hearts like a divined rain that keeps the ocean
awake and lets the waves push and rise unlocking the heightened, misty ghosts that reach the clouds
in a storm.
They are empty bodies of light and good that watch over the ocean; it's creatures, sorrows and evils
Appeasing it's violent tides and moaning for the freedom of the souls it keeps captive
They guard it's beauty and play it's music, a serenity felt over land
The magic children
Children bathed in glitter, laughter, the human good
With bare feet that struck and raised the dust from it's ground,
the cheer of the wind and the happiness of untainted sunlight
Between the rapture of the earth and day they floated,
eyes shut in complete exuberance, tongues gagging in uncontrollable laughter,
avoiding the bruises on their elbows and knees,
the flea bites and the hungry bellies
The cracked wand drops and the magic dies
At once they turn into beautiful, colourful birds
that scatter atop and leave me empty skies
With bare feet that struck and raised the dust from it's ground,
the cheer of the wind and the happiness of untainted sunlight
Between the rapture of the earth and day they floated,
eyes shut in complete exuberance, tongues gagging in uncontrollable laughter,
avoiding the bruises on their elbows and knees,
the flea bites and the hungry bellies
The cracked wand drops and the magic dies
At once they turn into beautiful, colourful birds
that scatter atop and leave me empty skies
In the Devil's arms: An angel's confession
His lips burned like hot stones
His tongue was a honeycomb of a sweet strawberry syrup leaving a track of red dying skin across my neck
No deep breath could tranqualize this wave of sensation
that burned his fire with mine in my body and not his
I've heard of his lies but I understood why no one recognised them on time
This was seduction on it's extreme
I could reply not to a hand willing to save me,
im zealous more of these arms that chain me so roughly and gently
He whispers in my ear in tongues i've never heard,
a whisper that sends my insides into a vibration that stills not to the reality of this whole embrace
My heart stops only to resonate with the smoke
that pushed through his coarse skinned nostrils,timely with his breath of flames.
He coiles his tail around me and sinks me more in his red hot chest,
oh so displaced yet like home is how it felt.
He pauses to look deep in my eyes,
lonely worlds I see,
and in a thousand voices he softly breaks,"I have suffered regret greater than the sin that binds me."
My heart breaks just in time to disrupt this rhythm we shared
He sheds a tear of lava, it doesn't stain or corrode this brilliant robe im in
Slowly I break free,"I could never break for you these chains,to you they belong".
My ascension leaves me to witness all hell burn up in this man's fury that disrupts with a 'noooooooo' that plays in my ears still.
His tongue was a honeycomb of a sweet strawberry syrup leaving a track of red dying skin across my neck
No deep breath could tranqualize this wave of sensation
that burned his fire with mine in my body and not his
I've heard of his lies but I understood why no one recognised them on time
This was seduction on it's extreme
I could reply not to a hand willing to save me,
im zealous more of these arms that chain me so roughly and gently
He whispers in my ear in tongues i've never heard,
a whisper that sends my insides into a vibration that stills not to the reality of this whole embrace
My heart stops only to resonate with the smoke
that pushed through his coarse skinned nostrils,timely with his breath of flames.
He coiles his tail around me and sinks me more in his red hot chest,
oh so displaced yet like home is how it felt.
He pauses to look deep in my eyes,
lonely worlds I see,
and in a thousand voices he softly breaks,"I have suffered regret greater than the sin that binds me."
My heart breaks just in time to disrupt this rhythm we shared
He sheds a tear of lava, it doesn't stain or corrode this brilliant robe im in
Slowly I break free,"I could never break for you these chains,to you they belong".
My ascension leaves me to witness all hell burn up in this man's fury that disrupts with a 'noooooooo' that plays in my ears still.
The Umbra
Our home is where the suns arms can't reach
where the moons sadness exist from the joy of the world
Born by caves and river banks
cleansed to purity by pebble and salt streams
waters that sing an eternal song
We are shadows of past living
no daylight can find us
What rivers won't take
and what oceans won't keep
We captured the breath of life
among the monsoons that blew
with the anxieties of the world
and stored them in gulps inside our lungs
We are our own misfortunes; bitter but thankful
We are the shame the night hides
never to be found.
Picture:
https://wouter28mm.wordpress.com/2013/12/15/time-helps/
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