Τρίτη 27 Μαρτίου 2018

Fading in

You fought for me tonight.
For the night that lingers in dream and affection.
For the stolen child, with the golden eyes and the frisky smile.
I remember you in an olive grove. Sunbathing in a sparkle of feverish light, hovering above all that is called life.
Your flame still clasps my plight... easing the pain... absorbing the suffering.
I don't know you. I never knew you... still i sense we somehow met in an emblematic future. Not within the boundaries of the ill-conceived space and time.
And in order for me to reach you, all i had to do was let go. And start existing inside the spasm of an undisclosed fate. A fate that we shared in the past... where everything grew aloft... and our dusty splinters bled in unbearable harmony.
The only way i ever knew to lose me... the only fright i was ever taught to suffer.
Will you suffer me? Within the comfort of our common dream?
Oh, how i dread being inside you... tonight.

Courtesy of ©nikgml


Original artwork, courtesy of Johanna Knauer-Kunstfotografie(Enaston on DeviantArt)


Πέμπτη 1 Μαρτίου 2018

Young... again

Some might say that we lost a battle. Some may even claim that we are held prisoners inside an asphalt womb. Alone and stark, like a barren wasteland, forgotten by God's absolution... and Man's retribution. People will come and say that our leap of faith was left suspended over an ocean of everlasting perdition. I can feel it... sometimes while i sleep. Echoes of clustered laments, scorched inside the husk of a time capsule, buried in a crack of space that never existed. Our loves and despairs, never occurred. Our cries and our laughters, never heard. Our words of redemption, never uttered. Our deeds of gracious atonement, never flourished. Men may come and go, some may linger, while others pass by in hasty frenzy. And as the new dawn will be engraving its bloody scratch inside the loins of an untainted Earth, we will meet again. To be new. To be whole. To be young.
And in Life's gingery flint, we will burn with Love... again.

Courtesy of ©nikgml


Original artwork: "serenade for abyss", by shamanski

Πέμπτη 18 Ιανουαρίου 2018

In God's Wrath

Stains of wrath fester inside my veins 
New beginnings incubate in primal fears 
Still I wonder... if it's going to end tonight. 

Every night... in every corner of my plight 
i slay my fetus-sin, as if I am to feel once more holy... and whole. 

Deprived from lust and cause, 
i forge ahead motionless... pointless... void of smell and sigh 
Amidst grey pastures and scavengers of greed, feasting on my long-lost youth. 

The moment I laid eyes on you... night disappeared 
And I saw in you my child... ageless... unborn and undead altogether 
I felt you as a woman... a priestess and a whore 
A lover and a scum... stretched in purity... 
extended in apathy... forsaken in chastity 
Lost and reborn and spent in all forms of life as it once was. 

The moment I laid eyes on you... 
it was the exact moment when the ink of your butterfly lure 
was spilled over the life span of a thousand lives 
But all I had to spare... was one moment in time, 
before I diminish in God's wrath... 

Courtesy of ©nikgml



Original artwork, courtesy of Kunstfotografie/Johanna Knauer(Enaston on deviantArt)