Old worn wooden shell
Dingy clapboard cage…
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Closing mine eyes,
bathing in thine sweet white light,
liberated by your intoxicating moonshine,
I immerse myself in thine lustral waters,
oh Alabaster Moon.
Every pore of this bodies sunlit radiant skin,
it absorbs your sacred Lunar cycles of nascent delight,
as golden pores of sunshines skin,
it meet thine liberatingly lunatic lexicon of loves…
Swimming in the vast ocean of the abyss,
aquamarine tinge of loneliness,
lonely heavenly body orbiting in the starways,
it's sea-hued colors for none to see.
Reaching out into that inky void,
for just one beam,
one bit of sunlights light,
sighing with a dying of loneliness,
as this lord of all seas cries oceans of tears,
Added by Robby Baby Dark Poet of Amour on August 28, 2014 at 5:39pm — No Comments
following the Dear and Unfamiliar album released in 2011 I present you a new track I made in collaboration with Birds of Passage.
Added by Subterminal on August 13, 2014 at 5:48am — No Comments
Loving You is nothing less than eternity in an unguarded smile,
a gregarious grin of Cheshire moments,
blinking in and out of existence,
each moment is eternal,
an eternal moment of loving you in fullness,
holding you in Lavender Embrace.
Loving you is nothing less than the ringing notes of eternity,
sung from the mysterious tones of a metallic drum,
This poem was published three times, making it one of my best-received. Another sad character study, like (though more unlike) Twilight Child; this described a flesh-and-blood person, not a fictional one. Between these two and Camille Claudel, there was a clear insanity theme running through my mind in those days. Hmmm… must’ve been my day…Continue
Added by eyes cast down on June 16, 2014 at 11:20am — No Comments
(for the late Clyde Tombaugh)
I know the lust for stars,
heat and light
in a cool sky,
Added by William Gregg on May 31, 2014 at 8:21pm — No Comments
On further review, a couple of the poems in the old Divinations series turned out to be publishable as they were… This one speaks to my musical vocation, which bloomed a little late – but at least it has…
Old worn wooden shell
Dingy clapboard cage…
Added by eyes cast down on May 20, 2014 at 11:29am — No Comments
Early in this blog’s life, I posted five poems from the mid-’90s, which I collectively call Divinations (after the book that would have contained them all). If you missed them, feel free to filter using the “Poems” tag, and there they are. (One of…Continue
Added by eyes cast down on April 30, 2014 at 2:00pm — No Comments
I come tonight on the wings of a prayer,
a TRUE prayer,
a prayer of earnestness to find Loves truth,
to find The Universes' Truth,
I shall not pray for my own selfish ends,
as so many often do,
Mama – now they're gonna try to placate you.
Knowing their wrongs, and that I'm a Child of Yours' -
watch them scramble to do a standard or minimal effort offering to you.
Not from love, but they see your righteous dark vengeance of a Mother
protecting Her Child coming their way.
Holding a moment in my hand,
dancing around a moment in time,
as chords of discord cord around gordian knots,
a dance of intellect and memories dancing in lockstep with past pains.
I hold that moment in my mind,
and in my hand,
as that phrase,
"you're dancing around the question"
As I sit here,
listening to your words,
I close my eyes,
listening to every stanza,
nursing every moment like a precious gift to unwrap in due course.
My hands start to ply their wares subtly,
and before I know…
I'd do anything to set your heart alight,
to take you beyond the sight of the banal to the magnificent,
for only your heart sings to me the song of this love that I knew was meant to be,
this love that sets my heart free in a unique and loving realm of reciprocity.
Never before have I felt such a love as this,
distance and so much more,
it keeps us apart,
I'd do anything to enfold you in my…
Added by Robby Baby Dark Poet of Amour on January 12, 2014 at 12:30am — No Comments
Under our shared sky,
I see a vision of you,
lost in Lavender Fields,
where music comes to rest,
and poetry comes to converse.
Under this shared sky,
I hear your preening call out to the universe,
as your hymen sings a song out to the moon in a song of g,
calling out to meet my sun in passion,
as your love tones its call,
a passion so much more than physical,
a passion that releases the boundaries so that there…
Added by Robby Baby Dark Poet of Amour on October 18, 2013 at 10:30pm — No Comments
An eloquence of stars is where we met,
as under their light that rose in the east,
we made love in a moment where nothing was left but the presence of we.
We made love in a sequence of events like a stars vast configurations,
our souls light travelling amongst of all stars hues,
and we mused together amongst the skies of music,
the lands of poetry,
as our lovemaking grew to a passion not unlike Venus,
and a fierceness…
John suggested I repost these in their own blog, so here we go. (Finding .ning to be a bit frustrating...if anyone knows how to remedy the oddball line-spacing, love to hear it...WISIWIG it ain’t.)
As the essence of me that you inspired seeps out of me,
I come to knowledge of that reality,
that when that exact moment comes,
when the very essence of life seeps out from me,
that physicality may leave but spirituality comes in,
for in that moment,
all ego dies,
and my soul joins in union with yours.
In that moment,