If 'Beauty is Truth'I've seen honesty in the face Looked into its heart of gold 'neath the blue-grey surfaceO Keats, I must beg your pardonfor all your verses in tributeof the depictions in the Urnstill kept you from your TruthFor if it be beauty then, I'm afraid, you remained bereftfor you couldn't have looked into… Continue reading “…That is all ye need to know…”
Betwixt the sighs of the twilight my soul in purgatory does lieweary, resigned, a captive breath, awaiting fate’s foreseen knellMy shadows dance a somber waltzI tread upon the Stygian faults,Dead dreams echo from the steeptheir whispers from the depths do creepA river dark, the Styx does flow, its waters churned with undertowI scan the bridge… Continue reading Purgatory
I have memories that must be preserved;retained at all costs,for they're most precious......my gifts from God...Yet, for my sanity must be discarded-to help me go on living.No bottles to scent it for meas Maurier's heroine wanted,for uncorked, they will be set free.No, for me, there must be some strange, dark magic like Rowling's Pensieve,where all… Continue reading Pensieve
Entranced like Mira I chant the name of my God He's always with me
Snake in my gardenslither sly slytake a bite now, won't youhisses wry wryOne succulent bite of sincome try, tryHeaven waits for you, Adamon the other side ©
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