Angels and The Sun by madam--guillotine, literature
Literature
Angels and The Sun
Clouds pass by an angels' face.
Like those that pass by the sun
that tells the winds to blow softly
There is autumn work to be done.
Angels blow the winds that stirs
the trees and cause the leaves to fall.
And a nightly breath blows
through the errant branches that call.
The sun still beats upon
the surfaces below
heating her subjects and as she sinks
into night, causing shadows to grow
Embrace of Ancient Magic by AppliedPhilosopher, literature
Literature
Embrace of Ancient Magic
Is there yet
thunder in
this sky?
Do hearts
still dream?
Stars still
sing?
Can words of
true fire yet
be spoken? Raw
energy forged
into meaning,
igniting possibilities
to transfigure,
to become? What
unimagined reality
yearns to take
shape?
I reach in,
receive embrace
of Ancient magic,
Eldest of this
world, Eldest of
any...
I am held in peace
from before the
Before.
In that moment,
from that place
I welcome approach
of Future
Uncertain, and
find no room
for fear.
When wolves howl at the moon Are they praying to it? Their god's light in the dark The Werewolf's mind is torn Cast out from masked creatures To the woods of known beasts Storms often bring out truths The faces inside us This storm is no different A downpour of red rain A gale of confusion Thunder of solitude In the storm of his curse Does he pray for god's grace Or howl at the moon's light?
Why is it so easy to destroy but not to heal?
I have broken trees with a thought,
Brought down planes with a wish,
Killed lovers with dark desires,
Cut my enemies throat in a dream,
Yet, I can’t save those I love from death.
There are so many paths to destroy,
But only one which creates,
How can entropy become enthalpy?
Even if you pour the living waters on my soul,
You will not extinguish the three fold fire,
For my desire for you is as boundless as the void,
Oh to sing to you with a thousand tongues,
To caress and feel the texture of your skin,
Run my fingers over every muscle in your body,
My desire for you reflected in every gaze,
Like a warm summer breeze in winter,
I look to the sky and see your eyes,
Calling me to come home to you.
Jazz before metal
Rock after orchestral
Folk mixed with pop
Dubstep that doesn't stop
Rhythms made chaotic
It's almost psychotic
The beat keeps changing
And I just keep dancing