romanticindeed
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Stillness evokes, the bitter strife, Winter trees, tore off this life. Lisette wore a mask, to conceal, The terrors of love, to reveal. She echoed a panic, of pain, Within forests bleak, by shame. I wandered, the terrible night, Exploring Lisette, in bitter blight. Some tune rung, from the trees, Receiving, my crying pleas. I…
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The great art of her grace, knows not of the poor, Now to crawl, along the sands, To the rocks, upon the shore.
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“You offer a pauper love, then he or she will not recognize it. They cannot eat love. They cannot drink love. They do not understand that, even as a metaphor.”
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You were the woman, who awoke, among strangeness,Death, had divided your territory; life, had conquered you.Beauty nestled itself, in the fragrance, of your neck,Love crept upwards, to your lips, and laid kisses, deep. In the strangeness, of my strength,That which, would not wane,All beauty, I tore, with bare hands,Blood rose, to meet, my nostrils,An enemy,…
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Q: How does Socialism fit in with your line of thinking? A: It seeks to bring death onto a country’s shoulders. Q: How does it seek to do this? A: Death is the only freedom that life can obtain, and it’s meant to be more fleeting than life. Death is recognized, before one comprehends, through…
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She sought, for an empire, I sought, for her desire. My weakness fled, the numbered rocks, By finding her tangled, in locks.
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We had loved, without glimpses, to our present,Allowing its gift, to surge, through our hearts,We had called upon, love to swell,Dancing on shores, where waters collected. I do love thee, with all the flames, of my heart,I love thy beauty, with all the light, that flickers. I leave thee, to roam, among the planet’s edge,I…
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What had dominated white? It was black, that dominated white. It was the universe, that shrouded the moon. It was the universe, that shrouded the sun. Bombarded my guilt, to deadness. And I grieved, no more.
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Winter drained itself, upon my knees, In holding the cross, to your grave. I saw, with feeble stare, The stars, upon your eyes. They that saw, the infinity, in our love, And knew, it to be a lie. I would only fight, to see tomorrow, And now, I cradle death, in transparent arms. In a…
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Oh, the evergreen, Was beside the deep, How She rose from blue, To dance with the sun. Oh, crescent moon, Whose shape remains, How Mary blessed Mars, To roam with the vast. Oh, roaring fire, From the widest shore, How simply it sparks, To laugh with the lone. Oh, caring mother, With paleness of flesh,…
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With glances, of blue, Skin, of ivory, You shall wear, a crown, Dressed, in simplicity.
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Violet skin, when blushing bright. Take all to sin, in desperate flight. Send the priests, fleeing, All full in hands, to the night.
Modern Romanticism 