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inhale.

understand
how it is to be
undone.

seek, Phoenix,
your
dimensional i.

transcend now.
exist in a new realm.

You, Phoenix..
still.

You burn bright,
hues ever-changing.
reflect radiant light.
fill.

and i,
embraced by your wings,
warm myself
and exhale.

~

/Phoenix_skyOrange_1.31.01/

ultimo a dios

.
Let the dawn be an honorable witness
To a night that departs with my impurities;
A darkness that reluctantly journeys away from me
With all the demons that haunt and deface me.

The night offered the most solemn sleep ever -
In multiple possibilities.
And I, for the first time in three thousand years,
Seriously contemplated her offer
And allowed myself to be smitten
By the sense of peace
That such unending sleep delivers.

I rejoiced at the thought of not needing to breathe anymore,
For with the last force of air that departs from me
Departs all my miseries as well -
All of them demons I could not vanquish on my

and if i leave--and if I leave,...
______________________________________

When
sharp fingertips of low palm-leaves
again fall onto my face;
and sea-salt's tang fills the air,
I think, perhaps; that I shall know
you are not far away.

believe me,
that we shall meet
where
tender breezes flick and quiver;
where pale dunes sleep, and
dreams lie deep,
and willows weep forever.

think of me, as I think of you
one second, and we wander
back through halcyon memories
unsullied by this future--
though seasons wither, and summers fade,
you know I still hold dear
shivered shards of those lost years
till we come to piece them together.

when
quest

a tale

stolen by the gypsies
you had your hold on me
life was circles and rings
colour fervour parades
on the bandwagon i rode and dangled my feet
as I watched our shadows pass
the tattered mosses of love
seven seasons of birth and death
we lapped at the nectar from the bluebells
and plucked the fruit from the Queen
solstice to solace
a peace beyond heaven
but a darkness came and your ghosts returned
pale thin cold
you reached for me no longer
you shared your bed with the past
making love to the what ifs and coulda beens
and i with pale eyes
looked down the path we
journeyed / painted
found the point where paths divided
and to

A Scene in the SkyA Scene in the Sky

End.
No rewind/play/pause/fast forward but-
Stop.
Watch the rage of silence, each frame
Torn in your mind.
Drop.
You can't hear the sound of a weeping sky?
Roll playback. We need more emotion from you, this time.
Convey a thunderstorm trapped in Beauty's magazine.
Scream.
We can pan around your rictus all day and night.
Fade in and out like nature confused.
Dream?
No, you're an actor like the clouds,
But all flustered because you're not believable.
Don't sleep/don't eat/don't sigh/don't cry-
Just act.
Forget the film scrutinizing your face.
We're all made out of clay now shape yourself.
And re

Schizm

Schizm

My distorted vision of beauty is realised in you
The grace that I perceived to be yours
Thundered down upon my gaze
Gleeful, radiant and elegant
But now,
I choke.

Ill advised was I to ignore your calls
Bitter and wanton in the cascaded moonbeams
I still hear them now
Like swelling vibrato in my head.
And I may just cut them out.

So your frivalous nature and promiscuity get the better of you,
I see you how I imagine the countless souls youve left behind
Wasting and rotting in their own remorse
Tasting regret, like your tongue bleeding in their mouths.
In mine....

My own face has begun to feel like someone elses
And in

center of my own universe

standing in the center of my radius
i extend my fingers to the rim of
now.

there is an invisible circumference
traced around this planetary
halo.

i think i outgrew my skin yesterday;
this suit seems so
tight.

my wrists extend past the edge of the
seams-
and i wonder how it
seems
to be
seamless-
so seemingly
seething
i
am
under new restricitons of knowing
when
i
don't.

in orbit, i spin-
-elliptical-
now parallel....jupiter's too large for venus,
but how she wishes he'd be her star
in this place of black wormholes and
silence.

the center of the center
i stand
at the
center
of my own universe
created by my o

dream within a dream tornpages

hide away with me
in a dream
within a dream
of precious times
countless moments
gauzy
weightless
peaceful
moments
where i
don't end
and you don't
begin
we are seamless
unified
solitary
just simply one
tomorrow is
nonexistant
because of today
and our
dream
within a dream
hide away
with me.

Best of the Best - Chaosboy

Evening View
Chris Serio

She stands alone under the seaweed and vanilla stars
Filling empty minds
With brand new pipelines straight from city planners
And newscasters
Sitting behind a desk
hiding their missing pants, unmatched socks
and thrusting fingers

I am not your angel

I

Paint
with diamond tipped glass
And write your name with flaming sparklers on independence day
As an exposed negative watches and

Capture

The holy moment that (I) send to you
75 cent postage
price for a memory sized at 4 by 6

as her red hair waves
goodbye to t

William and Rabbit - Prologue

The Demented Adventures of William and Rabbit
A Prologue

William was bored.

"Mummy, I should like to speak with that donkey." He gently tugged at her petticoat to summon her attention. She gave it willingly in the form of an indignant snort.

"Donkeys haven't the means to speak, William. Don't be foolish."

It wasn't common practice to press a matter beyond the initial request, but William was intent.

"Oh please, Mummy! do let me speak with it. You needn't come along. It is only a donkey, after all; what possible harm can come of such a one-sided discourse?"

She considered his plea and decided to permit him leave.

"Off you go then, but

tasogareLurid dreaming,
Cast upon cinnamon swirled
Featureless dusk
Afterglow of an ember robust
Drapes softly
The twilight indigo
Into quiet nooks
Of velvet memory
As pizzicato bursts of static
Intermesh the Philomel
To mark with punctuation
A metronomes progression
The soft lit cascading
Celestial illumination
An ivory comb rests
In the shimmering
Ebony tresses
Of a lover returned.

Collab - milath and rachael316yours is the voice that leads me
into sapphire midnight dreams
and teases me back
into ruby sunrise reality.
perfect hands tremble
through my hair
like wind and i am safe
from the
darkthingsinside.
the sun is warm across
my shoulders like your
heart wrenching kiss
on my fingertips.
shattering my sadness,
yours are the shining moments.
the tiny shards of fractured
time scattered like photos
across my room
reminding me of the
reasons my listless heart
electrifies everytime you
smile, (that crooked way),
the way you hold my hand,
(tighter to keep me safe)
within your arms, the manner
in which you touch, -gently-
(

fallen ashesfallen ashes
_____________________________________________

I will
lie awake, alone
while miles of moonlit ocean
lap peacefully at distant shores; separating
us, and
you are lost in quiescent dreaming.

I will
cherish worthless keepsakes
sediment
on the beach of time, made precious
by remembered moments
quiet insignificant conversations
which you
let fall by the wayside, as you
swept along with life's blithe current
leaving me behind.

And I will
think of you,
silhouetted in sunlit morning,
smiling
dark shadows at your feet, creeping
higher to consume this memory.
and a swift tattoo accompaniment, rapping
out this hars

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Beside this cauldron, bright flame-tongue flickering
you sit, and brew a golden philtre
to conjure up one magical moment
especially for you-- and for me.
Inside, clear blue liquid bubbling
is
the first blithe trill of a skylark's song,
soaring past cloud on the wings of the wind;
and a dew-soaked bud from early spring
just opening shy petals to snow-melted morning.

I put in
the first thrilling bar of the nightingale's sonata
plucked from the air as it went sailing past.
and the brown gleam of a shy dryad's eye
as she peeped from a tree in a hidden wood-glade.

Then you add

nomadnomad
_____________________________

Moons rise, and sparkle
shimmering
on smooth dunes that ripple
unceasing
over bare expanses that recline
unseeing
tall cacti, that stand sentinel
overlooking

unseen footprints that glide
unstopping
leaving tiny trail of dark shadows
disquieting
through pile of worn pebble, and spring
murmuring
among whirl of warmed sand, and night
awaking.

harness the stars, swift chariot gleaming
wind whips clouds, that whisper, gathering
in one velvet mass, soft darkness embracing
lone walker that wanders, solitary exploring
shifting world that goes on, still unchanging
cry echoing, through time re

We Will SeaWe Will Sea
______________

I see swirling in your eyes
and feel the same in mine.
then I know, that forces rise
and tides surge high in answer.
down below, they waken and flow
swelling reply to this silent call.
Winds unfold their curving wings,
swooping down in one glorious dive
sweeping white spray in their trails,
with tumultous burst of excited foam.
all onrushing to an electric point
where thought-streams meet, and bind blindly.
then one swift current rushes forth,
raging exultant with pent-up power.
yes, and wild tempests toss
howling green breakers high
then they crash down, shattering
in random showers of blin

most nightsmost nights...
__________________

Dark shrouds unfold, quietly veiling
drowsy world of emerging shadows.
and lights awaken in the trees, glowing
with thin cold incandescence.
silent ghosts flit by, softly hinting
their presence with flutter of invisible wings.
Then frogs laugh happily beside gurgling pools,
telling the joys of cool mud, and water, and night-smells.
a sigh of relief, for respite at last,
from chaotic heat of a glorious day.
Silvery eye peeps from jagged tear
in thick purple smoke of heavy cloud.
and sleepy owls blink, waking abruptly
as wet leaves glisten beneath spreading moon-shine.
Dry grasses rustle, as ti

Transcend-Transcend
________________

I hear your voice
calling to me through
the cries of wild swans on the wing
whirr of feathers rushing
through moon-silent evening.
your hands
in the caress of soft breezes
tiptoeing across mirror surface of satin depths
as down below silver lights
flicker past, and smooth stones
lie dreaming.

I see your face
shadowed within the petals of
white narcissi,
and you are
all around me, in the whisper
of a million grasses, speaking softly
through the rich tints of summer flowers
and the swirls of autumn leaves.

Sweet voices of you, harmonising
in burst of magic melody
crystalline notes resounding

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by `volantis, Jul 5, 2002, 8:19:51 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

muse
________________________________________ _________

I know
the muse has arrived, when
slim pen quivers over creamy paper, and
one drop of ink gathers at the tip
elongates, curves, and pulls away
forming one slender thread, shimmering
gleaming black beneath ivory moonshine
feathering into trails of silver gossamer;
eluding grasping fingers, sailing whitely
through awaiting window on wide wings of night-wind
to meet sleeping world beneath dark wash of sky.

Listen; you will
Catch on bushes; spread
across pale-veined leaves, veil
drooping bells of golden flowers; drift
lazily past twining creepers, trap
snowflakes and dewdrops;
diamond splendour for your elusive grace.
Waft faint scents of the day you were written
past dreamers, and laugh
to see them start awake, searching wildly
for you; catching only
the whisper of rhyme on the wind.

oh, you carry
swirls of stardust in your souls, that
when you are spoken, you will
touch with light fingers, bringing
momentary magical fantasies
of places that listeners sigh for
but never will see.

They are
remnants of dreams spilt from crescent moon
as she rocked over a cloud in my ocean of stars.
you weave your web of perilous enchantments
now, beautiful child of my mind,
you must
release me.

________________________________________ ____________________________
volantis, July 2002

museby `volantis

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Perhaps all poets dream of their words being able to do this. I know I do. Maybe it's one of the reasons I write.

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"When
slim pen quivers over creamy paper..." something is born. Something beyond all that we can touch; but well within what we can all feel. muse by volantis, is dedicated to that intangible thing that somehow makes it all come together. This poem is everything that writers dream of saying...being. (Selected by +euphoria) ( Featured by °euphoria )

~goofyromantic Jun 13, 2003

I want to be you. I want to kidnap you, take you to lab, and involve you in a scientific experiment that will switch my artistic ability with yours.

~phixion Jun 13, 2003 Writer

Agree with the overload of imagery...perhaps a bit overdone, but still, very well done. That IS poetry. And a DevWatch for you.

~h-hour Oct 5, 2002

great images! the words just rolled in and around my head like wonder. this was a very fun read. nice.

~justb Sep 29, 2002 Writer

mmmmmmm *closes eyes* lovely....!

~tseia Sep 28, 2002

Wicked

`rebelchic Sep 13, 2002

well...where have you been all my time on da?

~summerdies Jul 18, 2002 Writer

Love deviation!!

What a beautifully complexly imagined free flow of thoughts in words. Incredibly well described!

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`dreamz13 Jul 14, 2002

It does get a bit mind-boggling after a while, kinda overwhelming the senses. But there's no denying the richness in imagery.

~partikl Jul 14, 2002 Hobbyist Writer

congrats on DP!

i have to weigh in on the side of jesusbite on this one. i liked where you were going and what you did with it, but the sheer volume of descriptors and adjectives overwhelmed me. that's just a matter of personal taste, i suppose. other than that one issue, very well crafted. you never stray from what you are conveying.

°jsenn Jul 14, 2002

Someone said, they were captivated from the first line. I was. It doesn't happen often but truly, I am speechless. +favlove

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