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A HAUNTED PLACEBeyond the silhouette of my mind undone,
far beyond the skeletons of undead things
that wait for the unaware to draw near,
there lies another world, a haunted place
that bleeds in me, I can feel it dripping
blood a thousand shades of Darkness,
I can feel it scattering far and further
inside words scarlet extreme, it tells me
not to get lost to the corrosion of Yesterday
as it whispers tick tock...your life is
trickling away, through my splayed fingers
my blood drips, keeping time to the pendulum
that ticks in me, but I hear a crunching
beneath my feet...I look down and see that
I am standing on a pile of pulverized bones
and ca

A MORTICIAN'S TALEShe laid chafed by the austere Silence of the room,
its weight a counter-clockwise pendulum to the rope
that squeezed the last gasp of life from her broken neck,
now she laid on the table limp and still and waiting
for my examination to exume the secrets of her last hour
-the minutes that demured to seconds and the seconds
that became an ether frozen by Death's fermented breath,
like a rune waiting to be deciphered by the fingers of
phantom Moonlight filtering through my basement window
I studied her, this strange girl with the fiery amber
eyes staring blankly ahead, eyes gasping up at the sterile
ceiling, a lonely tear had frosted

AN ANCIENT MUSEI am an oracle blazing, bleeding worlds in ink
and smoke, gilding creation with my navel's illume
of temple light, a thousand serpents hide in my
ancient tissue, they taste the secrets of the tomb
as the Dark splits open and the Light spills free,
these serpents who coil inside my primordial womb
I know them as I know myself, in me do they grow,
I give birth to them and my inner moon.

I am a jewel exhuming a memory from Winter's
ice-milk silhouette, soaking my crescent eyes
in honeyed wine so they will be intoxicated on
Purity's ethnicity, under gently kindled skies
I soothe the creases from the seasons with my
Pythian clarity-trembling vows

DANCING WITH DEMETEROnce, I met Demeter in the furrows of my Dreams,
golden and gilding where my shade on flightless
wing flew inward, I heard her speak to me, words
of honey dripping into an amber remembrance
"never forget" she whispered, "never forget who
you are", so in the nativity of Solitude I practiced
my art, scribbling poems inked with my blood and
tears, I studied the veins of trees and drank the
blood that detoured from them, diluting Obscurity
with Need, Force with Fluidity, turning Burdens
into a garden of Blessings, I learned to assert
my Femininity from watery temple within to the
socialist Darkness without, I learned to be true
to my

BY THE ASPHODELS...The Night disorders my mind, dusting my grief
with the sweet recall of her relief, dowsing
my heat with an inner snowfall, I let myself
drift into the shiny sounds of Silence-and
inhale my tears from following me home again,
the rain is all I feel against my misused body
disordered too much by Misery's tearful glaze,
but the Asphodels know what I wish to forget
and they windmill the rain to covet the blue
from my shade...I am bare but not barren...

My heart is all I have to call my own, teary
stained it remembers what I wish to forget,
but the Asphodels won't let me drink from Lethe
so these ghosts I must befriend as they follow

IF TEARS WERE WISHES...I cried a million tears and more
a constellation to fit into Eternity's store,
and if each tear were a scarlet love-knot
in the cord that ties my heart to yours caught,
without rest I will follow this otherworldly lane
of tears and knots leading me back to you again.

If tears could build a bridge from here to there
and memories were stairs I could ascend with care,
then from Earth to Heaven would not seem very far
to go to bring you back again, my kindred heart,
and if tears were wishes shining like a star above
then I would wish you here with me, my kinsmet love.

July 23, 2012
© Jewel MoonSilver Knight - All Rights Reserved

TO DREAM ON BUTTERFLY WINGSIt must have been the Moon that disheveled my Dreams,
in the morning I picked up the stray butterfly wings
they had left scattered on the floor, singed and still
smoking with the dust of the last dream I lived before
awakening, I cradled them in my palm and shed a lonely
cerulean tear for their intricate fragility expired,
but it was too early to mourn for what I still had...
so I put my newfound butterfly wings in a jar with
the skin of Stars and the iridescent scales of a chimaera
I had once befriended, I watched them glitter and glow,
so I opened the jar and watched them trickle to freedom,
filling up that space breathing between the Moon

The Ravens of ValhallaO’er desolate shores wept the fate of immortal flames
And into a Winter sun I bleed my dreams,
as a thousand years of love & war dressed the sky
Long-ships sailed to the otherworld upon Odin’s breath
Betwixt night and day I wandered, shimmering, peering
— Till my chalice of Dragons blood flowed but no more
I became a warrior lost in the stars, drifting, ever falling,
Until the shadows entombed my soul in Raven-lore

Lo the tempest eerie; ‘magick entwining spirit and flesh
Upon snow I awoke dreary, beneath winged-silhouettes
‘Couldst be, my Princess adored; — last of the Valkyrie!
I recall — myriad of

Night of the ViolinSeek you me in a grave shallow,
bleeding upon a blade of rusted steel
The mood of a rose ascends beyond ether
caressing souls in skies hoary

From the pitch of solitude she appears,
dark hair soaking upon winds quiver
(violin weeping in the dew of nocturnal sunrise)
As the moon whispers in twilight's fall
my thoughts swirl into a halo of numb reverie
Entranced in the gloaming of her love —
dripping within the lotus of her serenade
Beset in eyes of jade,
drowning in sensual delight
Seduced in a gothic sky

Deepest gaze unleashed into my soul;
she weaves a spell of turquoise feather
her violin brushes my skin in dreamy hues

PALPITATIONS OF AMBERTrees swaying sublime outside my window,
for a while my white stillness is broken
by their beauty, my eyes breathe them in-
reflections of ancient voices so similiar
to the divinity that courses through the
veins of a renewable season, my soul opens
up to be the mirror of this tree's spirit.

I feel like I am rooted too-when I place
my hand on its wizened face and feel its
blood rush amber, soothing my inside
roughened edges into a wannabe lullaby,
palpitations of timelessness murmur in
the Silence of every vein bleeding
into existence a new horizon within me.

Once I was falling without a nest of
autumn leaves to cushion me, bu

GHOST TOWNI'm a ghost town, full of permeable secrets
and the scent of spirits and spectres that
smudge my soul with the ink of past memories,
I live where no postage stamp can stick to my
address, nameless and dateless under the handmade
light that streams from passing midnight trains,
I haunt like old postcards written by fingers
that have not forgotten how to crochet pockets
into my soul, pockets where memories pile high
like pastries, I can still taste them organic
on my tongue, sweet buttercream and tea filtering
through sunset silhouettes, from almost too
clear cups I drink in their clandestine color,
heating my ghost town self with

TO STOKE A MIDNIGHT FLAME...Tenderly flourishing, my mind relapses
in thoughts of you, stretching and yawning
with the curve of morning light across
my slow arise, my memory blushes and I
scorn the dust from settling over my bones,
the steam from my tea curls truer images
from the Silence I brew, sipping teacup moments
I recall how I used to think you were the
epitome I wish to reach-the epiphany of
my every Desire I couldn't breach, but I'm
tired of cloaking you in verse and casting
aside my tears for one who was not worthy
of their felled flourish.

I wish I could think of you and smile fondly
as that old familiar feeling rushes down the
trellis of my bo

OUT OF THE DARKNESS...I feel her lips on mine, deep and dark and full
of a dusky divinity that molds itself to the
mosaic mausoleum of my soul, her kisses taste
like dark chocolate melting into bitter wine,
too delicious to deny...so I immerse myself
into that unfathomable fraction where morbid
fascination blots out the last remnants of
mortal morality, usually I see her wink at me
when my tombstone Thoughts are not too heavy
with the weight of regretful tears, but my heart
has yet to flesh out my wishful finality
-to the Light veiled and the Darkness revealed-
oh what echo is it I hear that breaks the mood
of my solemn insight, of my somber reflection?

I can tas

DREAMING OF CALYPSOUpon a distant shore that appears and
disappears into the unfurling smoke of myth...
they live there, the Harpies that fly with
the twilight on their wings and Hell shining
in the window of their eye, the Phoenix rises
from the flames that overbrim the soul's
glass and presses into the unknown boundary
of water tempestuously brewing who knows what,
but she knows...she who charms the shadows
into Wolf-Women and watches as they hunt where
others of lesser passions would never dare,
who could say they have seen the Griffin fly
overhead, disheveling their dreams into shades
of myth and scorching convention into unconformity?

As Time ticks away t

THE SCENT OF A SEASONHe pours coffee into his next kiss-
and sugar too, chasing the meekness
from her skin's milky goodness with
his undressing heat, oh how sweet
she tastes, this monsoon shaped by
Summer Skies, breathlessly he gazes
at her-how her bare skin unzippered
by Yesterday's hurt-now slips away
and reveals her peachcream blushes,
he remembers the length of her coolness
pressed warmly against his organic
wardrobe, her sachet scenting his memory
to forget any other season than hers,
the clouds roll in, gnashing their
teeth against the violent loosening
of their thick pedigree, and the air
grows wet like trees uprooted by the
drowning of d

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THIS SIDE OF THE MOONOn this side of the Moon I exist, giving kisses
to your reflection I glimpse in the confectionary
rush of Night, but you don't see me so impending
wishes I fold beneath my skin with the Desire
skimming the surface of unrestrained storms,
oh how I wish I could fall into you like the
soft pelts of autumn rain that fall into me,
dilating my eyes with Starlight, in unstable
upheaval I sit on the brim of a lonely Star
with just a freckle of a dream making me weak
with longing, anticipating the weight of Sky
my thoughts are guided by the moonlit wash I see
streaming from your side of the Moon, and again
I wonder do you wish to pasteuri

SHIPWRECKEDEven on the driest of days I am wet,
you still scent my skin with stormy skies
and the rain that clings to your footsteps,
your eyes-a warm shower that melts the
frost from my horizon, your voice-a cloud
burst that fills my pores when sighs are
not enough, my thoughts are a mist that
drifts like a lost soliloquy onto your side
of the Sea, tenderly dissipating in the
rainy haze of every kiss, but your love
was more a trickle than a downpour, leaving
my phials half-dry with Desire, my waters
rising without my floodgates being released
to enjoy the fathoms of no regret...but
dew still clings to my petals and more
than a few drops

CRYSTAL HEARTThrough a tousle of cloud and eggshell blue I heard Time
laugh unkind, my life a series of wispy scenes was maimed
by others' cruel jest, my hurt humidified by their crime,
they tried to clog my silence with sound, my spirit untamed.

Through my tender years I encased my heart in a crystal lair
where dreams were tossed with technicolor thoughts, but the bones
of my feelings were too shallow under the Stars-the pain was there
too, pulsing to be seen, blood I spied as I searched for home.

Within my crystal heart many shoreline scars I still wear,
a tattoo of hurt I carry inside where none can see but the breeze
that blows pulverized da

MAIDEN MEMBRANEFalling, softly falling through the Night,
my ideals are scattered like pollen by the
bees who sting my thoughts open, and I wonder
how I got here-a wreck drowning on a sandy
shore-how did I fall so far through this
sensuous glare, blurring the lines of my
once white lily into a scarlet window where
pain is pleasure and pleasure is a fleeting
pulsebeat, I must be a fool for letting you
rupture my maiden membrance when your words
were so cruel, I must be starved for simple
affection to allow my Purity to be bedded,
but strange Devotion never smiled at me and
tears only increased with the Night, falling,
softly falling on the bar

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WITCH'S BREW

by ~NocturneJewel, Oct 17, 2012, 12:27:54 PM
Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

I can see her, an archaic spectre framed by
the moonlight ether, she haunts this sweet
coffin darkness that tousles my mood to become
a matchstick to her magic, she curls her long
ebony fingers around my soul, a shock of shadows
cling to the midnight skin I wear, dissolving
away the chalk that was left after I impaled
the Dark with my Desires nightmare clear,
smoothly her shadows pile over me and smothers
my Fear, into the damp depths of Nothingness
they rot away, waning like the stranger Day
into familiar Night, I can see her.

She stirs my soul into a storm of evening
embers that flicker and flare and I know
that to her I must go, so I steeple the
velvet atmosphere and the serpent's wisdom
into a cone of power, I shall ride on the
palest moonbeam until her conjuring splits
the iris of my nocturnal stare, and then
she kisses me oh so deep, tonguing my future,
crushing the wine from my lips, she kisses
me and I can taste her timelessness, mottled
brown and almond gold and the runes of October
ferment me into a witch's brew, and I know
that when my embers have cooled under Death's
inhalation and my rhythm has been unearthed
into pure Starlight, she will still be there,
casting another rune into her witch's brew.

October 6-7, 2011
© Jewel MoonSilver Knight - All Rights Reserved.

WITCH'S BREWby ~NocturneJewel

Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

Happy Halloween to all the other witches out there!

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*TheDarkenedBride Nov 15, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

my favourite part is:

"...I shall ride on the
palest moonbeam until her conjuring splits
the iris of my nocturnal stare, and then
she kisses me oh so deep..."

there's something so sexy about magic... scary but sexy