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Silverhawk

The dawn of blues

The dawn of blues Capitals for poetry.

Medium have to learn ,the east of September snow.

I’m not knowing where to go.

That’s how we settle into morning stages of blackhole fantasy.

As a speeding up the tights ,redemption imagine that you looked,

Before the castle was falling into a deep killers brain.

That is of oblivion I shared it with a newborn mirror ,instead of strangers clock.

Together we blinded thousand fresh paint leftover dreams.

As the morning cannot resist the second best illusion.

Tell me to so you relic at new mountain used feeling.

The black repent are the nightmare.

The art of conclusion divided through the dancing stars.

Then slavery caught in the moment do you realising passion.

Sort of,’s redemption,

Main source of Means.

Save my love after a boring promise.

Ginger a personally charisma.

Lakewood softness ,The kill of a new universe bending down the remarks.

You have to become is out case ,refugee drowning in the The other pitch.

Velvet boiler and fugitive .Where is the selfies of the steam.

Pouring into a corrupt anchor.

The wizard of newborn like face of shattering.

Now the queen is cost

Forever beautiful in and falling.

Circumstances and given me apart .

from the field from the board .

and nature to the Capricorn of the sense of melancholic you.

The captain of the waiters dreams.

The clapping of the Wages dreams.

Fight in a club distance.

Take me on like a rainbow need to cook.

The message into the clouds.

Luxury different from the past .

Show you at Craven the drifting past chariot blue moon.

Commend the fire in your heart .pull the space until the frozen nude.

Captures the raving solitude.

Cover image for post Tempest courage, by Silverhawk
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Tempest courage

When the dawn is fighting the truths.

We caved in solid graphs of newborn silver .

Trust the advocation of the Earth,

Memory of sounds Caved in.

Resting my bones into the channels of freedom.

Humongous fear spider big lamp.

The darkness chases the black.

My memories of frozen ideas catch fire with the darkness light.

Poisonous vengeance state of the art music.

Let go from the thoughts of my heart.

Cover image for post Visual of love, by Silverhawk
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Silverhawk in Stream of Consciousness

Visual of love

Democracy weights, Prince of knowledge,Scandal the walls between edges.

My fear is blind to death .

My gowns are spoken for And dance in the view of the soldier .

Remind me of the limits of the rain.

You could be my full colour.

Bless the rain while it’s weeping.

Immortal beloved are you to full.

Contain by signs and spaces.

Making up my own mind to pursued the car on the dating thing.

Well love causes death .

in the deeper shade of green.

My thoughts are wired.

Sharing some light away ,shedding some light on the way.

Like dragons on the Falcon way home silence.

Money is harsh like “town of privileges.

Moody and serene ,Satisfied like a bridge .

Underneath the cloud it rain.just like the summer move south....

Playback the visionary theme

You cancel the mad man’s desire.

like heavens phone down ....

And excuse to ramble your hearts.

But what are the story between these lines

When devotion clouds of my memory.

Is it the enemies thunderstorm .voices

space of sadness And umbrella of coolness

Celebrate in Ivory clockwork Orange.

The caveman assemble the fear.

Got a cough and a state of mind.

An ordinary dayFor a golden heart.

The satisfaction crossed Blue vines of Eden.

Crawls under Neath the attacking get a round.

My word is my muse My reason is my mask.

See behind the seldom Grace.

Like a pencil in the mist.

Like a grave in the Twilight.

Like the Sun naked As butterfly thoughts.

In morning the shadow without the view.

He is doing this by stealth Justice and braveness.

The clamper of the neatness.Ample scope Wages of numbness .

Basewood showing a thought.

I’m dreaming of both sent to spell.

The click of Surrendering.

This is my memory of my arranged in layers.

Spend a lifetime is changing the flight on the road naked.

On the swings Jumpy dream.

Cool down the road.

Make my pocket sleep.

Into the juries mind.

And still walk into the sadness provoking.

Cheer up my love your secret is woven through a seven gates building....

.....

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Daddies lucky star

Stand on down below.

Big dog likes to bark.

Get the scissors to cut the shore.

My voice against the dark.

Hanging out the window.

Inside there is no air.

Is little star couldn’t glow would you stop caring.

Salute to the sky.

Letter shine bright.

Doesn’t matter when she cries.

Doesn’t matter if she cries.

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Anguished

Auther , skimmed the Night.

Return the static abilety.

Steady ,heavy is my Body

Dark steal of light.

Soft pillow and that you feel lay-down the funder.

Common wealth to desired that’s awkward silence.

Beauty retain the night shadow feeling .

poison the drifters flash and Grace .

why we need the abundance of feelings to capture the role nightmare ,until it’s fed up.

Magic sustain the softness plumber has his own role .

The madness is how do you killed colour in the peace.

I’m dead at the clearance of the day no longer a wonder still .

alive and breathing in black poison .

the air around me sucks down the strength .

my body called a suitable danger .

my family gathered around the coffin of mine .

there dressed in black

cry like launched news.

this is this your bluntness freedom .

you call me to daylight .

is that answer that on the pew were songs bride themselves.

Hungry for learnt to read the opposite of trouble ,bending down .

paper-thin is the night and there’s a lot to write about .

my skin and devotion have no used to say.

to bleed macaroon soundscapes .

into the belly of the beast.

fickle the nightmare carry down the underworld .

until sanity is bereaved with the eclipse of thunder .

bad attitude strong oblivion . Nothing left to see but the focus on the nightmare .

recap of blood full of satisfaction.

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South of sunlight

To each quite leap of faith .

The chart of danger ,

Stainted unknown .

Landlord and chief im,

To these Words

I report the malice ,

You played on me.

The story forbidden ,

To be Told.

Difficulty of holding together,

The edges of the end of knowing.

Five elements of bending the tides to the falcon chest .

I post anouther memoire beyond ,

Those liquide feelings .

Your hand jently by the black stove .

Erased by drifting beyond ,

Easy south .

Cover image for post The reign of blood, by Silverhawk
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The reign of blood

The region of black servival ,

Climbs up the Hill infatuated

With dusk.

The eye gives us nothing but

Lured coversations.

I build a nest out of my captured dreams .

The basic elements destroy our future.

My wearabouts about freedom are thin .

As black roses in the draught .

I suggest love as a creative borderlined

Conviction .

Learn how to contain a sad prehemption .

Hiding a murder in you sleeve’s

Nothing is perhaps in fashion ,

Untill where stone cold .

And by oh Means forever sane .

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Silverhawk in Stream of Consciousness

New force of oblivious bends

A new tailer -painter comes trough town.

With the burned afrodisiac from space.

He knows that the dungeance are lillith brown.

Witch the danger can confirm,

The wicket tongue’s from grace .

I placed a bet on this blemished curse.

Restrain from deep order ,calculated the regid past.

The fues a scandal revives in a silver purse.

My mission to undemine the ponds guest.

I have akward desires playing surface in tangled waves of gold

Deep sense , don’t rush but unfold

What manner is this ,concealed in it’s passion

......

Abroud

Deversed make over sensetivety featured ,

Crows of weezer new age splender of crown

At most to loud ...to brake that shadow frown.

I Spoke the manice of faith.

My pretty heart ,scolled the thought of boheminion prestige .

Fell asleep by the frozen gate .

The saint last resting place .

For i Will know it’s ill name.

Challenge
Most people by now know that I've made death my theme for January ... in doing so, I thought of this ... we have no clue when, where or how Death will come for us when it's time, but if it could speak to you, what would Death say
Poem, Prose or short-story ... What would the Devil say to you ... tag me in the comment section this way: @Danceinsilence ... otherwise I won't know you have done this.
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Silverhawk in Poetry & Free Verse

Suddingly death came

The feeling erased with the silence

blood on the core of night

diving into the deadly scène

perfect like Hangover Breath of wasted tide

the way our body Lets down

the vengeance of the word calling

i asume the stillness of blackness is near

i conceal the dungeance of a sad becomming

mountains where blood has flown above

the devils cage

inbetween the roth

of golden strangers deadly stranded down

left theres soul in satans claws

left the eyes in godly mind

to good to be true

the Devil returns to its questioned past

what can he reveal

what is left inside a corps it’s sailers draught

madman can conceal

the blue hands left to cradle

so what do i feel

from whats left over in my body

the night regain its harbouring affaire

with Life crumbling apart

my heart melts like glued staints

brazen with the thought

that im not hete anymore

that the wheel of feeling scattered from the Windows sky

the Devil grabed my hand

and explained to me the riddles to death

our blood Will be Coldplay at the end day

are mind Will consume heavens raven black soir

the sacceride wish Will aflate by becoming dreamy sick

me,lucifer

will become saint of morning birds

as your Breath Will drown

in my heart of black cristal hatred

you can say no more

until the morning sucked the juicy bodyflow

fragile Words become grimmige of night

a story blown into pieces

your feet ...float into the dream of nothingness

every morning adjurened

sunlight Weeping at the end

of the devil wings

nothingness remains now !

he sais

again an angel becomes

a demon of the crack in the moon .

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Silverhawk

Judge commitment

Where the daylight muttered

The sabotage blues

Hollowed viens ... strong angel wings

Clampdowns the thoughts seeking ...

Winebirds on the rooftops

Commitment as the souls brazing

Visious sandy dreams

Core into a Forrest of loneliness mind

The beats hearted sun

Blooded hatred confessions ashored

Black neon softness

Blue hazard screens

For the strangers who provoked this

It’s solid river beautiful blessing

Cursed the vengeance of my dreams

Make them sweet with no return