Chains Of RealityDon’t you wish to just rewind the pastAnd live a life from the start at last?Wishes like that never come trueAnd there is nothing you can do. You do not understand how the World looks.You try to comprehend it through books,Though reality sometimes is not what you desireAnd you become the greatest liar! You break chains with your pen,And get out of the darkest den,You discover a brand new place,Where happiness and peace will us embrace. Alas, it is all a dream, you are still trapped,In cold metal you are wrapped.You cannot face it, it is too sad,And if you do, it will drive you mad.
My Muse Has Left MeWhen she departs from my grace,My palette dries in her wake,Devoid of livelihood for now,With dull words to fill my tray,For now I paint a portrait,With gray,With no wings of my own,I am yet to be grown,For she alone floats me high,She alone carries the brush;Strokes colours unto the night,Filling the empty artist with,Her sweet kiss of silvery light.So I lay now in wait,Under rainbows left gray,To taste the honey of her life,Dripping like nectar from rose-soft lips,Pressed tight as a clamp unto mine,Breathing into me a laced love letter,Sighed: To the artist; From: The divine.
EphemeralIn a white and misty dawn I saw,Upon the pale sea-strand,A damsel in a pellucid gown,Whose feet did not touch the sand.Her light-brown hair flowed in the breezeOver shoulders alabaster,And her eyes, like glowing creamy jade,Warned me to beware disaster.But in a trance of desire I ran,And knelt on the sand at her feet;I swore to be hers forevermoreBut her smile was somber and sweet.She faded from sight as the bright sun arose,But I find her each day at that hour,And we share a brief moment of sadness and loveWith the sand and the mist as our bower.
Seek And Ye Shall Find...Amadeus, a young man poetically gifted,Lived in a Space Station that forever driftedIn a Galactic Future, scientific and cold--But in this young man burned a soul grand and oldAs the spirit of Homer or Vergil, or Dante!He yearned and he longed for a vision flagrante;"O Muses," he cried, "get me out of this place!To find Inspiration, I'll travel all Space!"So he stole a star-cruiser and flew off at Warp ThreeIn search of something that only he could see...Many planets he passed, and upon some he landed;Once in awhile he would find himself strandedOn a quaint little world while his warp-drive was mended,And he wrote a few rhymes, but his quest was not ended!For Amadeus longed for something grand, monumental,A theme that was both epic and sentimental...Deep onward he flew through star systems and nebulae,Until at last he entered the orbit of Pryzenulai,A vast orange planet of jungles and seas--Amadeus crashed his ship on the shores of a landThat was home to a fierce, l
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