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THE MOON IS AN AMULET...The Moon is an amulet of amber and gold
hung about the graceful curves of the spicy
Night, the Stars are trinkets adorning her
velvet belt as she flirts from her throne
with the uninhibited privileges of a queen,
she emerges from the eternal bosom of the
deep blue, a silent menagerie of jeweled
splendors are spun from the Dawn's still
breath and spills into the parlor of Day,
they are gilded as the nymphs of delicious
Avon shed the last Twilight-kissed drops
of ruby tears, and sends them to sparkle
upon the incurable parasols of flowers.

October 5, 1998
© Jewel MoonSilver Knight - All Rights Reserved.

LIVING WITH BATS AND OWLSI live with bats and owls through
the Witching Time of Night, lit by
the Moon's haunting orb and stroked
by the lullaby of Stars, this is
my time of sweet reflections and
bittersweet introspections, with
them I listen to the innocent nature
of my heart and see with the dreamy
white of my mind, this is my time
when I converse with Silence, when
I think in color and write the color
I see, I live with bats and owls
in the Vestal stray of my gothic
home warmed by the love I harvest
inside, they are my Familiars,
they are my kindred and with them
I fly into the Haunting Time that
only I can see and feel and breathe.

The Days are

DEAR APRILDear April how are you? Did you slumber
well in your fasting repose? While in the
bed of Mother Nature's bountiful bosom
did you dream of your perennial return?
Nothing could have gladdened my heart as
much as when I saw your footprints in the
soft supple Earth and knew you were coming
to grace us with your yearly visit, the
world has been homesick for you and your
familiar song, the Darling of Spring.

Dearest April, your docile eyes persuaded
Winter to take his fashionable leave so
you may pass through the threshold where
cherry blossoms blow stronger than Winter's
last shivering breath, and the youngling
green is budding pret

BLEEDING POETRYA blade slices my mind open-Sleep is wrung
from my dissatisfied bed-I feel slivers embed
themselves in my mind's lucrative melodies,
and I wonder if in this Night I will finally
perish from too many emotional ventures and
unresolved caricatures, I need to write...
harassment will be my issue until words
bleed out-of-step to the contours of my
Nights, and Sleep once a precious thing
stutters away as I seek the alleviation
of Inspiration's blade-the decision made-
a senseless sonnet Time might be-but my
quill has never bled truer lapses of Feeling,
and as I stand on a rhyme of pale Moonlight
I color myself in the sudden illuminati

WITHIN MY KEEPSAKE HEARTI must be careful not to let the slipper
of my love show, the world must never know,
what we share is too precious, too fragile
like scarce china, caution is the breath
we must breathe, I must take care not to
let the secret jewel you weaved between
the fine threads of my soul shine through,
about us the world must never know.

If I looked at you with tender eyes, tender
as clover, if I coyly threw back my silken
locks, silky as these Nights of deep longing,
if I sweetly smiled at you, sweet as dewy
poetry, and if I talked to you creamier than
hot toffee, would people know? Would they
suspect the secret between us, the secret
I

MANDARIN MOONBlazing orange in a blue blazing
Sky, the Moon rises full in her
ascending orb, shining clear,
shining like a pearl hanging from
the friendly Night's ear, she is
the love I have searched a lifetime
to find, she is the mistress who
guides me through my twilight
awakening, she is the girlfriend
I confide in, the wealth of my
heart slowly gains definition in
the deep silent ticking of her
cosmic watch, the years trickle
by with the countless extinguishing
of birthdays, blown free of wishes
waxing and waning, they are now
a memory that glows by the inward
sigh of Dark and Light, the old
fashioning shadows resurrect
infinity and

MAY DEWI walked through meadows of lush green
sparkling in the dewy-eyed Dawn, May
showers never dry completely on the clover,
instead they glisten like castaway tears,
forever falling, ever rising again, the
mist rolls in from the lake and hovers
over the lip of land, I heard the murmur
of Morning among the continent of trees
and shade where I stood, watching May
unfold by petal and promise, I saw fairies
awaken from their bluebell beds, with a
greeting to this newborn May Morn they
bathed in the dew and scattered the rest.

Far and near, I saw the dew kiss the
cobwebs, leaving behind pearls to de-
licately spangle on their threads, o

BETWEEN THE SHADOW AND SOULI do not love you as if you were one of the
prideful carnations the Sun throws down, or
the arrow of topaz light that falls onto the
Sea's orgasmic swell, or even the mountain
rain that turns to mist before it meets the
Earth, full of salt and sand, oh no my love
is deeper than that, deeper than the compact
shades that kiss my mind when I think of you,
truer than the truths that can only be found
in the handful of earth I was molded from.

I love you as the plant that only blooms in
the rich soil of my heart, blooming rich and moist
like chocolate cake saturating my mouth with
its taste, I love you without understanding
but only

SHE IS...She is all gentle gecko guile
And sweet serpent smiles;

A velvet massage of words
She wears on her heart like birds;

Against her soul's skin she weaves
Emotion from her fingers to her feet;

With the chestnut allure of her hair
She charms the Silence without a care;

In the mirror I see her wide doe-eyes
Scattering petals of every hue in the Sky;

A muse turning hurt into healing
With her pen inking out deep feeling;

She is the eclipse in a cauldron tossed
With inspiration, so eloquently flossed;

And I know her, I see her everyday,
She is me and with me she will stay.

February 4, 2011

HEAVY HEARTConcrete leans upon your heart, on mine
the honey, dripping from within-for your
affection I cried until my tears became
a sweeter melody than those flung aside
by the gradual creeping of Shadows, over
my heart the Darkness smiled-since I had
forgotten how and my Confidence was still
an undone puzzle scattered among the
cypress shade, he incinerated the vows
that were once the weight of anonymous
Stars-now faster they fall with their
absolute exclusion, and I wonder was my
heart heavier than this spangled weight?

Dragging you down into my earthly cell,
dangling you over grieving waterfalls,
my fingers digging beneath your twili

Pumpkin DaysWindy and gray, the colors of autumn muted beneath the heavy-handed skies
Treetops dance, nonetheless, shedding more of themselves without regret
Inside, the lights are on, a television screen flickers, dust settles
Watermelon days are a memory, pumpkin days are here, suicidal leaves fall

LOVERLover, your name is the golden chorus of Dawn,
an oak, a rainbow rock, your name is the Night
that swells with Strength and Sensitivity,
Summer scents and Sensuality, it is the lush
lappings of the water upon the beach of my
heart, quenching my parchness, at the sound
of your name I am filled with a Desire to know
your hot mouth hungry upon the quivering petals
of my naked flesh, kissing me with a volcano
of kisses that explode my senses as they in-
terrogate me, with your sizzling mouth, with
your earthy eyes, with your exploring hands
to uncover my sweetcream charms, oh please
most delicious lover, interrogate me again!

Your

INTO A HOLLOW SKYA file cabinet of lives...shoe-
boxes in the Sky...breathing
artificially...living unnaturally,
these are the apartment buildings
I see and the people they hoard,
stretching like an empty waterskin
into a hollow Sky, these people
have no time for Beauty, no sense
of Belonging, no property to carry
an ounce of individual art, for
these urban people lose themselves
to the noise and clutter that crowd
the stale grey expanse they live
in, they are just a number on a
file without an identity, faceless
and nameless they move about this
concrete jungle they are stuck in,
searching to belong, searching for
a soul-or just an urban s

SWALLOW THE MOONNeutron rhythms convulsing, constellations
colliding, an epiphany of Stars melt Time to
liquidize the absolute infinity of my sweetest
tears, Moonbeams fall into the haunted vapors
I breathe, I feel them sizzle and scorch my
saccharine skin as I steal the colors from
a rainbow and pull them into my aura, I feel
so hungry I could swallow the Moon, but Love
she is so delicious, she is the verse that
pearls the palpitating pages within my soul,
full of illuminations and revelations, I can
read the Silence speaking in rivulets up my
backbone, no longer timid or tame I eat the
firelight that begs for my crazy consumption,
and gather

AMBIGUOUS MATTERI can't breathe through the fog that resonates
your presence, thick in my mind words shadow
confusion, they regurgitate the strange division
that rapes sanity from my lush insane hours:
'stay-go away, love me-please leave', a coin
that doesn't know heads from tails my heart
drifts between these extremes, in an ambiguous
Sea erasing the names I once writ in water
my love drifts, a finless fish trying to escape
the greasy hook I can still taste, I ache for
your sweetness that I wish was your face, but
your words made me bleed too often for you to
sew syllables with Grace again...and November's
rose has long gone grey, but her fragr

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by ~dokuneko, Jul 8, 2011, 11:18:34 AM
Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

There it is
  that freak again
I feel it creeping in my brain
pulling nerves and tangling veins
  but won't come out
I've even hanged me from my spine
came crashing down
      every night
crack my head open so
  she'll leak out
Yet she tangles in my hair
breathing whispers in the air
  stuffing words under my skin

       "And nothing is ever wrong
  but nothing is ever right
can't you feel this In between
  is driving us insane"

this In betweenby ~dokuneko

Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

Ahh, it's been so long since I last wrote something. I'm feeling pretty rusty, but I hope it got me out of my poet's block xD
I'm not sure what I was thinking or feeling at the time, so I can't really say anything about this. I'll try to work on it later when I've cleared my head a bit

And last, but not least, I'd like to thank everyone who takes the time to read/favorite/collect/comment this and any of my work in general, it truly means a lot, even if I don't reply on time !!

=Kanda-kun Oct 23, 2011

Woah! Really nice.

Actually I fell like this since I graduated. I don't feel like doing anything in my life, but feel that I should do something, like getting a new job, earning more money... but i also feel I just want to rest and wait for the world (and some people) to blow up... I don't know what to do now and this uncertainty is killing me.

Great poem ^^

~Majcen007 Jul 8, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

You didn't know what you were feeling? You where feeling stressed, worried that your poem wouldn't turn out. But it turned out great! I have to write more poems too. Great job

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