Words Much Like Poetry

the breath of perfect perplexity blows in fragrant harmony. hypnotic auburn waves cast spells of feminine wiles, the chorus reverberating even unto deaf visions. deceptive aura akin celestial effulgence causes delusions and iterated caprice. sunlight makes her seem incandescent, blinding every sense and reason. the very air is woven in mysterious static, snaring every soul in reach. twinkled fairies shower upon her, adorning her a costume of constellations, and the angelic queen floats towards me.

a breathtaking wonder infinity and endlessness a glitter upon scarlet shores the caress of sun soaked sand a diamond chill welcoming the golden sun treasure upon distant unknowns bloody pillows of the orange awakened tall shadows of sentiment unearthed the hush, the whisper of a countless age witness to genesis and rebirths conclusions and departures passions and declarations step upon infinite footsteps, erased and reinscribed the writ a record of our mortality, forever the memory of an author's immensity the immovable, jagged but worn solid, the barrier seldom overran once alive but now a testament, of the countless ages of a cycle the vast glimmer, a morning mirror to a wonder silent, calm, shimmering in its clarity, sparkling in its proud responsibility, waving to its eternal daily reception

castles built on illusion, stones conjured out of thin air, courtyards brimming with greenery and paradise charm, brought to life by rivalry and chivalry. relative reality spun, formed and reformed, hollow clouds the mold for the whole, adventure the ballast, together it holds and royal romance sets a tale of necromancy. and then the evil ruler from the west sets the floating castles nigh, empty stones tumble to endless depths and always takes the queen for himself. Photo from www.public-domain-photos.com . Author: Jon Sullivan

I skirt along the edge of something wonderful but I know not what destiny resides at its core I have made my wish, rubbed the lamp of fate will it be granted? I see a host of blessings amidst threads woven at the loom of hope their aura but barely reaches me from within the garden of miracles I almost smell the cool dewy beyond bathe in the promise of a heart's paradise the comforting green upon my feet in the looking glass of diamond drops will my wish be granted? I long for this palpitating flutter to be calmed the storm of mind overcast to be appeased with but a word from the angel of promise

as it falls, so will I as it falls, I will stumble as it falls, so will tears as it falls, I can no longer be comforted it is dark, I have lost my way it is dark, did I willingly give myself? it is dark, it swallows my heart it is dark, I grope for light with desperation the thunder sings to my soul and the lightning rhymes with the storm in my mind the grey skies haunt the depths of mine heart sorrow drives me to a place long ago past I long for it to wash away my tribulations its hum to calm my wounded spirit its hush to whisper comfort in my ear its coldness to cool my boiling mind I grope at forgotten comforts frivolous abandonment of exploits past memories of liberating laughter simple comfort of friendly chatter I am unsteady, the earth yields I fall, it betrays me over again it suffocates me sadistically and snatches my warm comfort in its flood suddenly, I long for the torrents to sweep me away from myself carry me to a place of reprieve wrench my soul from this aching husk

once upon a morning of desperate fervor born of rage and thundering menace oddities ride the shadow of a bloody sunrise anger ignites my soul to blazing brands this world of cruelties and untold woes my ire consumes to righteous ashes avenges the fracture of innocent gems tears down monoliths of pain the fantastic shroud falls from a waking vision of fiery wrath and unreal yearning to be endowed as the powers that be that possess me in the wake of humanity's agonies

he walks the empty filled streets, hearing only the echo of his footsteps amid the thunder of a thousand walks. there exists only himself, haunted by a deep loneliness. an empty heartbeat is his only companion. it has been a year since sadness befell him, and the magic of the enchanted stirred within. how can days be so empty, yet teeming with life? oh how the halls echo in his empty cry. her image haunts him, and agony halts his step, heavy and daunting. she is his destiny, and she denied him he cannot have another, her place can never be filled when will this road paved with pain ever end? the hopes within have withered, there stands only a weeping willow amidst.the future only reveals darkness, he sees not a minute to it.the shadows play pranks creeping about, shaping her ghoulish figure. the air of fairy wood paints her vividly in his mind. he longs for his tribulations to empty forth in a flood, but not even a trickle will oblige him.the coffers of the weeping will offer ...