As I have been away, and not updating the blog, here are my latest poems ::
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Tribute to the GazettE.
The hands catch the light, but it only flees.
Eyes are blindfolded by the hope.
Come home, darling. Come home.
What lies behind these walls?.
What miracles are created,
only to be shattered by sweet deceit?.
She never knew, how he searched
for the sanctuary of this frozen heart.
Caged into the deserted room,
these wings of an angel were torn apart.
Pledging for the freedom,
the puppet of the soul is pushed back down.
They offer no escape,
just the chains of obscure sorrow.
What spreads behind these walls?.
Who seeks for this tainted misfit?.
Come home, darling. Come home.
Rescue me from this imprisonment.
Rescue me from my own hollow fear,
as the tears become cold for tonight.
Eyes are blindfolded by the hope.
Come home, darling. Come home.
What lies behind these walls?.
What miracles are created,
only to be shattered by sweet deceit?.
She never knew, how he searched
for the sanctuary of this frozen heart.
Caged into the deserted room,
these wings of an angel were torn apart.
Pledging for the freedom,
the puppet of the soul is pushed back down.
They offer no escape,
just the chains of obscure sorrow.
What spreads behind these walls?.
Who seeks for this tainted misfit?.
Come home, darling. Come home.
Rescue me from this imprisonment.
Rescue me from my own hollow fear,
as the tears become cold for tonight.
~jcdeepe
Apocalyptic Dance
The city digs deeper into the damp air.
Come. Come closer, little doll.
Red lights blink and play,
tempting you to sell what is left.
Lift the skirt, show the flesh.
This is just meat. A sinful protest.
We are the lovers, we are the rouges.
Metal torniquet insected into our veins.
It is our hell, after world's end.
Destroy all these faces. Smash the bones.
"Come home, God," we cry.
We curse ourselves to the final beat,
line up, trade our decayed lungs.
These mouths are never full,
Grinding teeth of greedy little flies.
For rusted scars and silent wars,
We claim the sunset with the hail,
While the Death takes his sail.
Come. Come closer, little doll.
Red lights blink and play,
tempting you to sell what is left.
Lift the skirt, show the flesh.
This is just meat. A sinful protest.
We are the lovers, we are the rouges.
Metal torniquet insected into our veins.
It is our hell, after world's end.
Destroy all these faces. Smash the bones.
"Come home, God," we cry.
We curse ourselves to the final beat,
line up, trade our decayed lungs.
These mouths are never full,
Grinding teeth of greedy little flies.
For rusted scars and silent wars,
We claim the sunset with the hail,
While the Death takes his sail.
The golden peak sings its last song,
as future flickers its wings in those dead eyes.
He wished for the morning,
but when it arrived
with the freezing sunbeams of the winter,
he knew it had to be the bad choice.
Blue feathers shattered into the dust.
You brought white lillies to his grave,
when every day of the new year begun.
Pour this venom out, child.
Like black disease from thine heart.
It was his choice to go.
The veins are pulsing.
Desperately.
Wait.
Wait....
Thine time isn't here yet, child.
Year after year, until the circle is filled.
Until the next life starts to run.
Inside this bosom,
carrying the son of the singingbird.
as future flickers its wings in those dead eyes.
He wished for the morning,
but when it arrived
with the freezing sunbeams of the winter,
he knew it had to be the bad choice.
Blue feathers shattered into the dust.
You brought white lillies to his grave,
when every day of the new year begun.
Pour this venom out, child.
Like black disease from thine heart.
It was his choice to go.
The veins are pulsing.
Desperately.
Wait.
Wait....
Thine time isn't here yet, child.
Year after year, until the circle is filled.
Until the next life starts to run.
Inside this bosom,
carrying the son of the singingbird.
*hidlight
Gone Gone Gone
The wings you spoiled,
used to be the only enchantment
in the passing of eon.
"Gone, gone, gone,"
the dawn weeped.
& then you left her,
went with the last shuttle.
"What is my name,"
the swallow asked,
spreading its soul
& went with the boy.
"Next Summer, we will meet again!."
echoed your last promise,
uncoiling from her long mane
& turning its cheek towards the tomorrow.
"Gone, gone, gone,"
she whispered, the lips dry.
"The name is Jaqueline,
& I will be a star in your sky."
Yet in the next year,
she never came,
but the air was full of her,
full of the girl,
who bowed down to the death.
Inspiration :: Ray Bradbury stories & AM "5 Centimeters Per Second"
The wings you spoiled,
used to be the only enchantment
in the passing of eon.
"Gone, gone, gone,"
the dawn weeped.
& then you left her,
went with the last shuttle.
"What is my name,"
the swallow asked,
spreading its soul
& went with the boy.
"Next Summer, we will meet again!."
echoed your last promise,
uncoiling from her long mane
& turning its cheek towards the tomorrow.
"Gone, gone, gone,"
she whispered, the lips dry.
"The name is Jaqueline,
& I will be a star in your sky."
Yet in the next year,
she never came,
but the air was full of her,
full of the girl,
who bowed down to the death.
Inspiration :: Ray Bradbury stories & AM "5 Centimeters Per Second"
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