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What dark eyes, that so effortlessy pierce the tepid hearts of men.
A sharp gaze unsheathed by tensile batted lashes.
Such deep pools, stark and unrippled.
Do not shed salted streams for superficial wounds.
Such mysterious allure not offered to just any.
Though many boastful and eager men have made faile attempts.
Some return to shore as most had drowned
They knew not of such peril, they could not fathom those depths.
A tempests shadow looms. A storm of ages.
And hers is the eye.
The heart, unclouded, serene and solitary.
Though fierce defenses are a force their own.
The waters, deep and encompassing.
The winds atop, undefiable and ever shifting.
Are they a song of sirens?
Howling remorseless hymns
To drag ferried men to their deepest descent.
Fool hardy endeavors made
In search of self-satiated needs for the bountiful.
Is it pity, that the sirens now sing?
Is she remorseful, for those who could not see her through such chaos.
Were those salted streams unavail, for due course
Of the waterfalls she now weeps?
How could one see through such dark eyes
And not be captivated by their mystery?
A mystery she so willfully withholds.
Desires and promises made, fulfilled and then broken.
So cruel can be the hearts of men.
Alas, cruel men had given rise to such defenses.
New suitors, unfit, to endure the wrath atop the waves.
Those with show of strength cannot best the currents
And as all before, are dragged once more to the crushing depths.
It is not a race or test of strength.
It is the flow and motion through rushing waters.
To simply remain surfaced.
And soon her gaze fixed upon you.
The clouds part, her defenses withdrawn.
The sirens nolonger call, and bestill the waterfall.
A sharp gaze unsheathed by tensile batted lashes.
Such deep pools, stark and unrippled.
Do not shed salted streams for superficial wounds.
Such mysterious allure not offered to just any.
Though many boastful and eager men have made faile attempts.
Some return to shore as most had drowned
They knew not of such peril, they could not fathom those depths.
A tempests shadow looms. A storm of ages.
And hers is the eye.
The heart, unclouded, serene and solitary.
Though fierce defenses are a force their own.
The waters, deep and encompassing.
The winds atop, undefiable and ever shifting.
Are they a song of sirens?
Howling remorseless hymns
To drag ferried men to their deepest descent.
Fool hardy endeavors made
In search of self-satiated needs for the bountiful.
Is it pity, that the sirens now sing?
Is she remorseful, for those who could not see her through such chaos.
Were those salted streams unavail, for due course
Of the waterfalls she now weeps?
How could one see through such dark eyes
And not be captivated by their mystery?
A mystery she so willfully withholds.
Desires and promises made, fulfilled and then broken.
So cruel can be the hearts of men.
Alas, cruel men had given rise to such defenses.
New suitors, unfit, to endure the wrath atop the waves.
Those with show of strength cannot best the currents
And as all before, are dragged once more to the crushing depths.
It is not a race or test of strength.
It is the flow and motion through rushing waters.
To simply remain surfaced.
And soon her gaze fixed upon you.
The clouds part, her defenses withdrawn.
The sirens nolonger call, and bestill the waterfall.
Epitaph.
From beginning to end,
Either to conquer or to die,
I think therefore i'am.
In my judgement
I'am not what I used to be.
I hate and love
Those, whom a god wishes to destroy
He first drives mad.
Let them hate
So long as they fear.
Out of the depths,
The fates shall find a way
And may it flourish
....forever.
After death
I shall not wholly die,
Look to the end,
I shall rise again.
Distant Fires.
The sun had doused to a fire red
As we bade farewell to another day
Under an azure sky, cooled by a tranquil breeze,
We watch as the seamless horizon fades.
We turn to face the majesty of a stellar night sky
Ever to remind us, that even in darkness remains
The promise of light.
There are hours until dawn
And we are without its warmths
Held in our twilight embrace
We count the stars once more..
We lit one another
And our flames can reach the sky
Here we are, between the dawn of tomorrow
And the edge of this night.
Trolls, Elitists and Narcissists.
Okay, so I've been here long enough to realize that there are just some people who are complete and utter ego-maniacal, self-absorbed, narcissistic individuals who call themselves artists, photographers and writers of the 'Elite'. They put out their stuff for the entire world to see and expect your admiration and attention. And some who are here to quite literally dump all over other peoples deviations. Idk what you call em' Trolls? Idk. But, Man are they so infuriating. Now I don't usually adress these types of things but, here on DA, you'd expect a little more common courtesy. I'll be honest in saying that ,yes I had done something simil
Playing Patience.
I'am solitary.
But, I'm never alone.
Outward, I walk my path.
Inward, I tread the depths of my soul.
But, never alone.
I know, which I seek, is already with me.
But, my trial, is to find myself there.
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You are a brilliant writer! This was a fantastic read!