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musemuse
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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 dewdrop

lonely king

:lonely king:

The way the sun reflected through the kitchen windows (dancing off of the glass and landing somewhere between her nose and her left eye, illuminating her already golden hair, and tumbling towards the tea she slowly sipped) conjured painful memories that he longed to forget. The maze of boxes that had filled each room for the past week slowly began to come undone as the movers filled their trucks with remnants of a tragic past. As he approached the staircase, put his hand on the banister, and gazed upwards toward the landing, he was taken back to the first night they spent in the house.

Her radiance grew with each descending

windowbreath

i am not in pain
because i am
heartbroken
i am in pain
because i am
in love

i am not in pain
because of memories
that ring in my head
of happier days
gone by
i am in pain
because of memories
not created
in my mind
of happier days
yet to come.

where we walk
along our own
beaches and sidewalks
to our own shelter
under sheets
as we tangle in knots
and try (not) to find our way out.

memories yet to come
where we talk
all night
and your voice is music
flowing into my ears
instead of letters
followed by blinking cursor
blinding my eyes.

memories yet to come
where we welcome the same sunrise
in the same time zone

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

East and Forward

I look east and I see my future
Of all seeing eyes
So used to seeing nothing but darkness
Peeking through the prairies green

For ever and always I want to bring light to the darkness
And hold the candle in one hand
With her hand in the other
guiding her to where her life truly resides

To show her the way out of the caves she has lived in
Built by those that didn't know her worth
And too ignorant to see what she truly was
I see now the butterfly so recently cocooned

To see her smile is my present from
The all seeing angels for good deeds left unrecognized
And to hear her laugh
Shows me that hatred can never destroy true beauty.

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

Phoenix

~

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/

intrepidity(refusal)The door left open. Cold and warmth
and its sensible contrast;
neglected, once the changing tears-
start to rain down on me.
Fairytales told, hopes endlessly filled;
one more sip before I go.

Drink with me.

She says she can
she says she will
pull me back up,
pull me away from-
my shadows painted corner.
But we have sipped-
the last remains of the tea.
It isn't what it used to be,
the taste fell, warmth flew.

"What" I wonder

What have our mistakes-
bled into?
agony liquified.
ambushed and conquered.
her eyes without remorse.
But she does not show
hands cover her face-

No-one gets to come in.

She glares at the door,

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

Ravenous

lying on the bed
turning toward you
reaching out
pulling you to me
wrapping around you
i lean in
claiming your lips
tongue plunging
tasting
making my hunger grow
i move over you
straddle your hips
rocking my heat against you
feeling you swell
rising to greet me
i raise my head
eyes locked
hair hanging down
hiding me
i grab your hands
holding you down
moving fast
kissing down your neck
i bite you
RAVENOUS

Ed Biscuit at BA"I've always been afraid of death. Since I understood the whole concept, since I
learned that you could die, you can just stop, just cease to exist. I was never taught
about god or heaven or hell, and I'm very grateful for that… But I sometimes wonder
if I could, if I could believe in God and Jesus and heaven and it would be all okay. I
wouldn't need to be afraid anymore. Y'know its just knowing that sometime it's just
all going to be gone. I'm going to disappear and just not be there anymore not be
anywhere anymore it's just too much…"
Then there were tears and whimpering and so on. His beret fell off. I wasn't really
p

Fantasia

Fantasy~

A pet unicorn or two in the garden I keep
But Road Runner always scares them with his whizzing "beep beep!"
The three bears live right next door
Yesterday darned Goldilocks dirtied their floor

Down the street lives a friend so funny
Well whadaya know, it's actually Bugs Bunny!
"What's up doc?" he greets before he bounces away
Followed closely by Peter Rabbit to find the mischief of the day

Goosy Gander waddles up my path with Pooh Bear
This the dude who threw an old guy down the stair
Well really old goose, leave the poor bear alone
Someone stole his honey pot? Well call Batman on the phone!

Gracious, what's that rattli

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center of my own universe

by ~eluzion, Jun 23, 2002, 2:32:49 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

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 own elements of
ether
fire
water
thought........
caught in this morthern hemisphere
that loves the southern breeze....

and i bleed snow for now....
melting red flames of perception....
burning me to
death in degrees of clarity that i am not ready
to accept.

center of my own universeby ~eluzion

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

contemplation.

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Given 2002-06-30

center of my own universe, by eluzion , is simply exquisite. "Extend [your] fingers to the rim of now," and take this deliciously sweet morsel in. It's well worth the read - AND the spot on your favorites. (sent by euphoria ) (Selected by +skyorange) ( Featured by `skyOrange )

~akashka Oct 12, 2002

yeah i am glad you got a daily deviation on that one ! Your imagery is out of the ind, really, i love this poem... again ... as always ... Hug

~starryangelicus Jul 24, 2002 Student Writer

Wonderful. I love it.

~claritydesign Jul 21, 2002

A well deserved dd.

A nice, descriptive, communicative piece of work.

And you use the word clarity, which I am well fond of.

Good stuff.

~serp Jul 16, 2002

"the center of the center
i stand
at the
center
of my own universe
created by my own elements of
ether
fire
water
thought........"

pity i didn't see this poem when it go picked. you fuse the elements of reality and turn them into a waterfall of kaleidoscopic visions. "ether fire water thought..." i read your poem slowly, i was contemplating.

well done.

~attitude2k Jul 2, 2002 Photographer

Well I for one absolutely love this peice. Eluzion don't let them get to you, especailly now, I've left each of em a little surprise on their user pages. Anyway, this is an awesome peice, I love how it flows, TOTALLY DESERVING of DP, I think. Great work!

~elgatodiablo Jul 1, 2002

this draws absolutely no emotion from me at all. of course, i am a robot.

`frail Jul 1, 2002 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

this is excellent
right up my alley
I tend to incorporate the outer space theme quite a bit in my own words
don't listen to these other idiots, they're too stupid to know better

~thegrayman Jul 1, 2002

Nice, but too much like Antonio Baricco's works. Ever read "Prayer for one who is lost, so maybe prayer for me?". The rithm is pretty similar. But the idea of "inner cosmo" is greath. Do something for the assonances t, though.
Eager to read more

~teknixxx Jul 1, 2002

heh... I don't like it very much, I'll just leave it at that

`inennui Jul 1, 2002

I find it funny that tai proved his inability to comprehend anything at all. Considering his journal talks about how much weed he buys I'd hardly credit anything he says at all.

I love imagery carrying the meaning of a poem but I'm very solid. I tend to go for describing certain things of a scene to generate whatever the poem is saying. What I've been working on and I think you did extremely well was the third stanza. It's just a simple statement but the voicing is right on and puts me into the poem a bit more.

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