With YouWith YouWith You
Soft skin Stealing sweet salt Seals the silent sunrays. Serenity is strangely sad With you .
Heresy:Anguis Britannicus IHeresy:Anguis BritannicusHeresy:Anguis Britannicus I
Chapter I
Morgan woke up early.The mist hadn’t dissipated yet.Slighly dizzy he went out to breath some fresh air,than he remembered,proffesor Septimius would come today.A quick smile flashed over his face,he liked Septimius, he wasn’t the kind of man to make compromises,truly fanatic about his philosophy,he embraced the old ways of the greek thinking with a slight twist because he was an atheist.He’d come to Brittannia from Mediolanum to avoid both christian and pagan persecutions. -Don’t follow this religious no
The Eye of the StormThe Eye of the StormThe Eye of the Storm
As passion seems to rise from fear, The fear of throwing in a gaze, I'm stealing now the truth so near To the forbidden end you praise.
Completion of the vicious circle, It strangles me as blood is leaving now my face. The quest of finding any mortal That cannot leave this earth without a trace.
I'm touching ground and walking blind With no more sins now left to mourn. No path ahead,no path behind, A traveller inside the storm.
Structural DreamingStructural DreamingStructural Dreaming
Another step into the right direction, You watch yourself as goddess of the kin. Another turn to misconception, I'm ripping carefully your skin. You try to scream forbidden words Envisioning ecstatic sins. A prayer to the pagan lords... I'm touching now your inner strings. The bleeding wax is deconstructing realms
By binding torture in the clash. Rebirth is near and then it dreams The elevated clergy of the flesh.
ReminiscenceValhallaDawn breaks and light floods the silent halls of the Viking afterlife.Valhalla
Drums begin to thunder in the distance, the poundings of hundreds of feet shake the earth.
An almighty roar splits the air as thousands of dead heroes clash in battle.
Steel flashes, shields are splintered, blood is spilled.
Battleaxe clashes against sword, pike against mace.
A warrior grimaces as a dagger enters his ribcage, pulling it out, he fights on.
The drums continue, increasing in tempo.
The sun reaches its zenith and many have fallen, yet hundreds fight on.
Swea
cameron, wvgreen backed giants surround this place governing all that comes and goes but we're all where we want to becameron, wv
ominous husks loom over the shoulder of every street
reminding us of a time when life grew from every crack in the sidewalk
but now those cracks
are only speed bumps for drunken derelicts
baby boys are fed bourbon to quiet the cries that come when stimulation leaves while fathers spend their time where chemicals commit microscopic murder all the way to euphoria
the sun drags the day limply behind it rising because it must &n
Tide of change...
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Next time, keep it off my page!
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Adele
MN@ Operator & =birthdays Team Member
"The camera need not be a cold mechanical device. Like a pen, it is as good as the [person] who uses it." John Steinbeck
I will keep it off your page as I can fairly easy rant on mine.
Anyway you should not interpret this as a personal attack, try to take it instead as some very harsh criticism. If your next poem will have at least some faint scent of originality I will have had accomplished my work.
Best regards, George
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Maybe look at my poem "bubbles" but if your gonna very harshly critisis that poem, please don't bother commenting
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Adele
MN@ Operator & =birthdays Team Member
"The camera need not be a cold mechanical device. Like a pen, it is as good as the [person] who uses it." John Steinbeck
Criticism is suppose to be harsh, a perpetual state of denial won't get you anywhere. It's simply a matter of evolving and growing. Believe me or not I was doing you a favor.
Emotionally yours, George
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And by all means, art is about giving new meanings to our world and our nature and less poor talking about our worthless selves and meaningless obsessions.
Yours trully, Ioan.
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My life for Aiur!
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Adele
MN@ Operator & =birthdays Team Member
"The camera need not be a cold mechanical device. Like a pen, it is as good as the [person] who uses it." John Steinbeck
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