She calls me with a serenely mystic whisper

And though my eyes never meet hers she is always watching me

Her antipodian companion leaves burns and blisters

But compliments her distant sisters, they are a divine 3

Antique yet beautiful, older than the most eldest of rivers

Ascendant of an anciently supernal pedigree

She obscures herself as an enigmatic shape shifter

Her magnetism allures the tides of the deepest seas

Meniscus showered in shades of blue and silver

At night, her song whistles throughout the trees

Transforming hate to love, she captivates her killer

Bringing all darkness to its knees

She weeps with injustice as it withers

Like an impending disease,

She’ll contemplate while she lingers

Soothing your soul of all worries and griefs,

She’s a mysterious hitchhiker, a lone drifter

Hypnotically putting the mind at ease,

Mesmerized by all of her silver-haired shimmer

Gazing over her alluring glow can be such an excruciatingly pleasurable tease,

She is a Goddess, the melodically cosmic thinker,

A silent breath, an intoxicating breeze...

Drown yourself with the bottle in which you were made

Lust after a cure you manipulate and evade

Something unobtainable you claim you desperately crave

All the while, I feel so betrayed

You live our lives like a game of charades

Put on pause, our love delayed

A worn out Nintendo, decayed and overplayed

Pretty girls in magazines, happiness portrayed

Masked behind painted glass as they divest and degrade

Thoughts of marriage overwhelm me, I hide behind my barricade

Feelings of failing rush over me like an overflowing cascade

All of your requirements, I’ve listened and obeyed

Singing me lullabies laced with lies, your bittersweet serenade

Ruining everything you touch, you violate and invade

Your sycophantism concealed as you run your circus masquerade

Wearing a mask of peace and kindness conveyed

But from your true identity you’ve strayed

In so many dreams I’ve subconsciously prayed

Not wanting to lose you, I live so afraid

I still stand with my neck graced by your blade

Hoping one day all negative forces will crystalize to jade.

Deep scars and dark bruises concealed by shadowed veils

Underneath smothered secrets hinder battered details

The delusion of an eminent paragon must be endured

To obtain a decadent love that was once so innocent and pure

Searching for a sign of light in this infinitely dismal tunnel

Struggling intently to solve this intricate puzzle

Desperate to connect and be one pristine whole again

Hopelessly drained, delicate from obligations to pretend

Fate says I’m destined to be alone

Jaded and taken for granted

Your cold, apathetic tone

Has left me desolate and stranded

I long to be in love with you by some inevitable force

I plead and implore for the sublimity that dwelled once before

Hoping passion will be restored,

Gazing into each other’s eyes, feeling cherished and adored

But Mother Nature ignores my prayers and runs her own course

And as I realize I’m living a beautifully delusional dream, I will plead no more....

Her eyes are a diamond surprise

An azure oceanic view, a kaleidoscopic sunrise

Sparkling stars in the twilight infinite clear skies

A place where evil becomes wounded and meets its demise

The warmth of her smile stops time

And cradles reality in its prismatic lens

Soothing my soul with her melodic rhymes

Cleansing the pneuma of its most reclusive sins

She defines purity and innocence

With each pierce from her violet stare

She glides with vibrations of confidence

Wearing hyacinth and lilies in her hair

Hair sprinkled of the softest sands

Twirling with bursts of laughter

Love pulsating from her tiny, satin hands

Her sweet essence lingering with admiration hereafter

Her touch is like warm summer rays across my cheeks

She revives the world through rose-colored glasses

An open book, yet softly discreet,

She’ll turn hardened stone from ember and ashes.

She’s what I’ve waited for, my angel in disguise,

Flowering my universe to its fullest potential

She views me as a Goddess, oracular and wise,

I see her as my alter, my absolving temple

She makes me feel so alive

Complex but so elementally simple

Anxious to see her face after dreaming

Waking up to still see her sleeping

And looking forward to holding her in the evening

I long for her touch forever, closer, immeasurably

But as she grows, time slips through my fingers ever enduringly...

How can I embrace such sepulchral lament

Deceitful transgressions crystallized to cement

Too many burdens have filled its ruinous space

Once filled with laughter, now a desolate maze

Like high tide rhapsodically bewitched by the magnetic lunar muse

Pulled in by his tragic satire affliction, exploiting various shades of the blues

Illogically curious, reveling in this cautionary portentous wonder

Transcendentally paralyzed by his ambivalent myriad of luster

Running around in circles, speculating on where the vacillating dead ends meet

Tired eyes and battered feet, but the relentless journey is too bittersweet

Shoes worn and heels torn, roaming on tainted glass,

Despite my manifesting avid nature, I am eternally destined to finish last.

Shrouded by this ashen, perishing ambience,

Haunted by the past, possessed by its penitence.

When does the meadow replenish its prismatic, florid complexion?

Balancing the universe in all of its perfection

I look to the stars in hopes of this sanguine transformation,

Absolving all past transgressions, passionately harmonizing in ardent revelation ...

Words are only obscured diffractions

Ticking time bombs, nuclear chain reactions

Sublunary canvases embodied by ceaseless oppression

Labored by generations of hatred and aggression

Calculated for mass produced social division

Anomic creation of horror and controlled suspicion

Corrupt control seeding paranoia with every transaction

Propagating false entertainment, amoral, libertine distractions

Iniquitously decimating immortal, spiritual perception

Polluting our ancestral roots since the genesis of conception

Recrudescence of divine superstition

Governed with recreantly clandestine, bureaucratic supervision

Regulating dependency with monopolized rations

Grinning behind their money wads, unconscious of compassion

Survival of the fittest, promoting archaic natural selection

Denying the unadorned, evocative propagandas of modified beauty enticing obsession

Censorship of mundane senses, lost sheep in a prison

Bred in captivity, to be manipulated and conditioned

Only to be brutally slaughtered by chemical weapon extraction

Shadowed by campaigns of affirmative action

Trepidatiously estranged by abhorrence and deception, disguised as protection

Perceived as having individual volition and discretion’s

Privileged for the freedom of making our own decisions

But only if approved by the tyrannical, supreme jurisdiction

Perfidious, illusive speeches lead to disconsolate promise retractions

Coercively diluting prosperous minds for your personal abstraction

Your blinded sheep, your morbid obsession,

Divine control over your apathetic collection

But now enlightening indigos elicit elitist tradition

Efflorescing existence with a divinely celestial proposition.

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Wombs once filled with blooming flowers

Now obscured by clouds and threatening showers

What is love when there is no heartbeat

The room filled with hatred and deceit

Into the shadows I tiptoe and creep

Slipping into bloodstained sheets

Tattered with the aroma of defeat

Through the mattress misery seeps

The deafening stench of rotten decay

Has overthrown and eaten away

At any aspirations of what was had yesterday

Like an untouchable dream on display

Composed to desecrate and betray

Abandoned in a petrified dismay

Silence spreads like the darkest night

Smothering all former communication

Twin flames no longer ignite

Under a hypnotic spell of sedation

Not knowing wrong from right

Words immobilized by justification

Lost dreams of love at first sight

My most oppressive realization

What passion once burned so bright

Is now a mirage of radiation contamination

I’ve lost my mind, my soul, my insight

Drowning out all illumination

Waiting for a glimpse of twilight

In the coldest of isolation

Possessed by foreign parasites

Immune to the abusive violations

Coinciding with the moonlight

Longing for your admiration

Hoping we can reunite

Leave behind and rebuild from devastation

So tightly I keep holding on

I never want to let go

I cling to this mystical phenomenon

Frightened by what waits below

I’d give it all to have you back

Cradled in my arms

Staring harshly past the zodiac

Far away from manipulation and harm

I was your beautiful firefly

Always there to light your way

Still staring deeply into the midnight sky

I’m still dreaming of that yesterday, I pray....

Rich in color, a radiant glimpse of human perfection,

She will always hauntingly serenade my dreams.

Hindering any contrary divine objection,

She slices through dimensional glass with her shrill, rhapsodic scream.

In awe of her sagely, omniscient perception,

So suggestively intuitive, yet still so naive.

Delphic eyes animating transcendental, telepathic affection,

Crystallizing my stratous soul like translucent, dissecting moonbeams.

Oblivious to the ambient beauty of her vernal reflection,

And all of her aura’s natively prismatical schemes.

Her rustic essence resonates of Amrita, the most aromatic confection,

Purifying her ancestral, decadently carnal genes.

Cradling me in her flowering, lunular meniscus connection,

Leaving me feeling my most safe and serene.

She’ll rule the world with progression,

And then blow it to smithereens.

Spiraling ribbons levitate above the rustling zephyr

Lunar silver, bewildered lavender infuse hazy harmonious hybrid

Whispering celestial doctrine from Ancient Arcane Ancestors

Ruins chant of another time, prophetically recited

I am an elegantly saturnine anathema, a haunting specter

But my ethereal soul still burns melodiously, so vibrant

Like the satiric nightshade’s bittersweet, malefic nectar

I am the fatal enchantress, siren seducing like a diamond

Cataclysmic, foreboding, a sunken asomatous treasure

An obscure forest where elder trees and retired rivers speak silent

Manifesting their spirits only for the necromancer’s pleasure

Orison to Mother Earth for the prolific wonder she’s provided

Oracular, verdant reincarnation commence ascending trimester

Sol and Mani poetically rejoice as they entangle reunited

Conceiving yet a predestined esthetic, eolian predecessor

Leaving transient mortals perplexed, obeisantly enlightened

Marveled by the beauty from the cosmos, and all of her divine architecture...

I gave you my heartfelt apologies and sympathies

Swallowed what you’d left of my pride

Played out like a somber, drawn out symphony

To make a connection, you never even tried

I didn’t owe you anything

All you’d left me with was trauma, anguish, and pain

You sat pointing a loaded gun

Pressed tightly against your head

This child’s mind instantly unraveled and undone

Starving for forbidden, affectionate words unsaid

Instead filled with beguiled nostalgia

Broken promises and false road trips

Painful, blistering whips, busted lips

Flimsy bones and adults abandoning ship

Illegal fellowships, adulterers commit

Childhood dreams clouded by the darkest overshadowing eclipse

Your strung out eyes dare not meet mine

Shame consumes every bit of your being

Emptiest of souls, no contact with the divine

Your hatred forever breeding

You pretend I don’t exist

Until that awkward moment you face

Like a persistent, infectious cyst,

You’ll have to accept and even embrace

I’ve grown immune to not having you around

And bonded with my idea of what you should be

But like every other dream unfound

It was only soothing lies, fabricated imagery haunted by a bewitching scenery

You never wanted to get to know me

Never showed interest in the adult I grew to be

I’ve learned to cope with no parental guidance

Stronger than you could ever hope to be, you’re cowardly and spineless

I wish I could just put you in my past

Conceived throughout space, daughter of the stars

Generated by the galactic, beautiful vast

Created from some celestial bizarre

But I can never forget you, you’re a rotting part of me

And you always will be, unfortunately

You’ll die missing bittersweet pieces

And when you perish, what remains of you in me weakens

“Goodbye and good riddance,”

I’ll say another day

When I’ve forgiven and acquired transcendence

Emotions not in constant disarray

Hopelessly wishing I’d gotten to know your mind

As well as I’ve gotten acquainted with my own

But your soul being so wickedly confined

You’ve disintegrated yourself to calloused stone

You’re chilled to the dissected depths of your bones

Growing more relentless and alone

Until the execration has possessed and overthrown

Buried deep within the ancient catacombs

Only perceiving your ancestral remains within my endogenous chromosomes

Extracting your enigma until archaic ruins are bare and shown

There will be no more to dismember, no longer tormented by the curious unknown...