romanticindeed
-
I have angered you,I have made you unkind towards me,When I have been unkind towards you.I so deserve your intolerance,Your anger,Your demolition of my spirit. The pain, it has swelled,Up to the Heavens, where there is God,And he has made ashes for me.No palaces that will stand,For me to behold in grandWaiting, because they have…
-
“A man’s remorse is the knife that edges his life on the sharp end. His reflection is hideous, and he will not stare too long into that reflection, before moving away from it. What links the man to achievement? It is the relief away from that remorse. For it is because a man has stared…
-
Wonderful beauty,With a heart that sows the harvest,Of a new morrow. You have eyes that I wish to kiss,And cheeks with tears I wish to lick.Our love is a flame,An inextinguishable flame,For no hands, besides ours, can touchIts hold upon us. Your face shows radiance,Alike the gold of a highest palace,And a highest angel, feels…
-
There is sorrow clinging to thy weighted bosom, And a leech hung over thy weighted brow. It is because of all, that we’ve grown heavenly, And carved bread from Adam’s teeth.
-
Would my followers care for a book of poetry? I seem to have written a lot, for this blog. 🙂
-
Beautiful death,With a time, to an hourglass,There is sand, that trickles, past my form,Sculpted, as the David, and crucified,For the sins, of a one.Woman! My love, you are, as death,Never lifted aboveThe closeness, to poverty. With each groan, in savage pain,You remain enticed, by loathing.So much pain,Has crossed, your eager mind.So much shame,Has made itself,…
-
My love,Allow me,To lift thee,From tragedy. You found in yourself a place,A shape, a heart,You are a muse to me,And I am amused by you. A love I see so clear,As the subtle stars,Beneath widest lakes,A face so very dark. And so very light,As you, the illuminated beauty. So very low, I have bent my…
-
I bring thee, a rose, made of silver,For it clashes, with thy complexion,That has formed itself, through silver tears,And such sorrow, that quakes, thy heavenly bosom. God knew, who to hire,So that the artisans, would sweep their knives,To carve, the most ebony-laced form,Imaginable, to my keenest eyes. Here has my sympathy, been withdrawn,Over to the…
-
There is weight, under my legs,Breath that drains, from my lips,And the whisper, to which, I utter, the solemn note,Has the message of breath, between the eyes. I find no mercy, coming from your words,You speak of discontent, and demise,And there’s no comfort, for us.You say you cry to sleep, each night! Why has God,…
-
Romance, in thy very eyes,How devilish are those very tresses,That lash thy keenest neck,That raises to even keener eyes.I have perception to see thy wickedness,And a mark I’ve burned into thy skin. Where would God tell us to roam,When in this embrace?We have failed among Saints, who had watchedOur faltering.We failed God in His expectancy.…
-
How salvation has arisen,Above and beneath the consequence,Where thee was born,Before Satan’s altar. You destroyed light-years of workFor the sake of a friendship.For the sake of a pitiful message,You broke ties with a God. I am a life well-broken,Deceived, and hand-made,By the artisans of Heaven,And your death means nothing. You hail nothingness,In each shivering limb…
-
Q: How is it that a scientist cannot look anywhere but down? A: It is because history has a habit of burying secrets. A scientist, in the denial of God, refers to life as opposite from death, inevitably so; for it actually is that love is opposite from death. It is not reason, but love…
Modern Romanticism 