tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77361489564467033552024-03-04T21:07:10.537-08:00Euphoric VenturesA beacon towards enlightenment
Euphoric Ventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927299076743167323noreply@blogger.comBlogger47125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7736148956446703355.post-44226520332882522372018-03-27T00:53:00.003-07:002018-03-27T00:53:43.463-07:00Fading 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 Euphoric Ventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927299076743167323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7736148956446703355.post-81408920725672631262018-03-01T06:53:00.001-08:002018-03-01T06:53:17.904-08:00Young... 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 Euphoric Ventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927299076743167323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7736148956446703355.post-86903940196613924402018-01-18T11:19:00.000-08:002018-01-18T11:19:06.938-08:00In 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 smellEuphoric Ventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927299076743167323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7736148956446703355.post-64902902271532087692017-12-17T03:53:00.003-08:002017-12-17T03:53:55.296-08:00Clarity
Strange voices utter words of disease inside my ears.
I lay here on my own, awestruck and bewildered.
As autumn leaves dredge the Earth's loins
with sanguine stripes of divine epiphany
and the wet kisses of a distilled lust,
cloister inside my veins... i drain in fear... and plunge in the void.
Original artwork, courtesy of MWeiss-Art
Discover her art, here:
https://mweiss-art.deviantart.comEuphoric Ventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927299076743167323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7736148956446703355.post-4572750167802947882017-11-17T23:49:00.001-08:002017-11-17T23:49:39.487-08:00A groan in the dark
I saw you in an olive grove.
Floating astray, in a golden sparkle... some call it God's grace.
I wonder why...
And the children's dread could be felt from afar.
Their hands of steaming clay, festering in the dark,
while ominous shrieks trimmed the edge of the canopy...
only to succumb to the primal stir of death...
lurking to Euphoric Ventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927299076743167323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7736148956446703355.post-74100552195939470942017-10-23T04:53:00.000-07:002017-10-23T04:53:26.080-07:00Kiss me goodbye
Streets of silence, craft their pulse inside a beacon's slit.
A woman buries her doll in the barren land of illusion...
then lips the verse of an unutterable chant... and dies secretly.
A goodbye tune stumbles upon the etching of a thousand primal fears.
I glow unfulfilled inside the darkest praise of the Lord.
Don't askEuphoric Ventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927299076743167323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7736148956446703355.post-33185154517879353122017-10-09T03:24:00.002-07:002017-10-09T03:24:51.516-07:00Legacy of the Unspoiled
Sail this life tonight.
Sail the sultry steam of my dying dreams tonight.
In an ocean of purple sigh and yellow memories,
learn how to endure and abide.
I'll be waiting on the brim of all things alive.
We will conquer death's den in the blink of an eye.
Together we shall prosper... and perish,
inside the hollows of the Earth. Euphoric Ventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927299076743167323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7736148956446703355.post-37074709247487628072017-10-05T02:02:00.003-07:002017-10-05T02:02:59.712-07:00Dreamfright
Why succumb to anguish and despair?
A stitch of pain and sorrow, punches through the hollows of this life...
Will you suffer me some freshly scent of fear?
And the dying strings of our fleeting lullaby,
caress the edgy slopes of Dreamland.
And the echo of the dancing windows,
attends the misty funeral of morning dew.Euphoric Ventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927299076743167323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7736148956446703355.post-67384573408867059272017-09-17T01:45:00.001-07:002017-09-17T01:45:05.060-07:00Hovering
Saw you bathing in the dim light.
Stood there all night, just to catch my breath.
I remember the days, where together we drew circles
along the freshly traced ashes of the palm tree.
Could there be a reason... would it be enough?
In my head, I'm wandering around bleak spaces.
I come across slick traces.
Euphoric Ventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927299076743167323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7736148956446703355.post-12144393316192710092017-09-12T03:28:00.002-07:002017-09-12T03:28:52.459-07:00Love and exhale
Whenever i bleed inside a dream's sleek thorn,
i tend to live somehow
Night disappears in the blink of an eye...
Streams of cursed souls adjust and abide
as an echo of my youth lingers afar...
Only to be excreted from life's tail bone,
as the dying fiber of a long lost love.
Happy, Euphoric Ventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927299076743167323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7736148956446703355.post-46571331606079972872017-08-27T04:29:00.001-07:002017-08-27T04:29:38.289-07:00Bond
My sweet child... the one I used to love
In tempest... in sky so blue... and beyond
I remember now... when the Earth kissed the grass
And the well of being forged its mysterious grasp
I could see clearly... I could feel somehow
Us, being bound in dream... and fate... forever
Always to be found everywhere in doom... as Euphoric Ventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927299076743167323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7736148956446703355.post-87931156999809089482017-08-24T07:23:00.000-07:002017-08-24T07:23:27.276-07:00Senses in Death
A blue sense, hidden from life's corrupted lens
Time has changed, in the blink of the eye
A yellow rose gnawed on my ill bones
A stiff sentiment of void and perdition,
like a thousand waves, drown from afar
I can feel somehow your presence in the dark
And I sway... like a myriad of stars astray
And I pray... only to Euphoric Ventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927299076743167323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7736148956446703355.post-70138431132168780792017-07-07T01:22:00.001-07:002017-07-07T01:22:22.602-07:00Condemned
Fiery dreams and faulty skies ,
nothing compares to you.
As years go by and plunder the very ink of my memories,
I cling to Thee my love
and as I stumble on the hollow crest of fear,
I know so clear... that I will never again feast on a blessed moth's tear...
©nikgml
Original artwork: "cocoon", by Johanna Knauer(Kunstfotografie, "EnastonEuphoric Ventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927299076743167323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7736148956446703355.post-56959471943474162312017-04-17T04:33:00.000-07:002017-04-17T04:33:05.297-07:00Angels fell astray
I miss you
Like a grain of moisture misses the aftermath of our ultimate orgasmic fading
I tend to let go from time to time, ever since
In my dreams, I stray in oblivion... until darkness enfolds me.
Now that our time has passed...
And the fervency of youth elapsed in and through time,
All I can do is remember
Euphoric Ventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927299076743167323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7736148956446703355.post-14341391255741495372017-03-04T23:08:00.002-08:002017-03-04T23:08:47.102-08:00In the nick of time
Now that the tide has gone
and the mountains of grey lost their steamy fragrance
Τhe day's grasp on the flicker of Time festered,
as if a myriad fugitive tears, trespassed in vain their earthly bounds.
And the night... the imperious night,
swindled the Earth's womb out of its warm plexus
and our fetal doom swapped its primeval cloture,
with the tiniest place among the stars
Now that the music Euphoric Ventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927299076743167323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7736148956446703355.post-42961424037608088372017-03-01T05:54:00.002-08:002017-03-01T05:56:27.982-08:00Burned in Time
You laughed so quietly tonight
I wish you'd spend some time with me tonight
I'd burn the blur of your hidden stream tonight
in an ocean of light, i'd flee a chord of time all right,
so that you grow once more your paper palm tonight
Now, that you are no more...
and the day lost its feeble psalm in echo's grind
i cease once more to hope... and abide
Yesterday... we touched, as motion swelled Euphoric Ventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927299076743167323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7736148956446703355.post-67802229130519944552017-02-12T23:44:00.002-08:002017-02-12T23:44:51.781-08:00Spellbound
There is a spell leak, climbing up my living room tonight
There is a dead pluck, fluttering inside
And amid the hollow ceiling, lurks a scar
May the Heavens close, so i can bleed apart
Flood my world with apathy tonight,
so i can draw in no vain my last breath tonight
Hush my baby, hush my darling
there is no acres of barren lust left, to swirl upon tonight
All along come the shadows,
to a Euphoric Ventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927299076743167323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7736148956446703355.post-77986496132802065772017-01-27T21:52:00.002-08:002017-01-27T21:52:45.481-08:00Luminous
When a pinched sparrow draws its last breath
i cling to you
When the ages fulfill their doom
i see through you
In Time... in feast... in sin... in tempest...
&Euphoric Ventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927299076743167323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7736148956446703355.post-11280773726885738272017-01-19T02:02:00.001-08:002017-01-19T02:02:51.725-08:00Woman
Woman is the ovum and the fetus
She ebbs and flows, like Time used to
From Eve to Hannah, from Grace to Delusion...
Woman is the Answer to All
There will come times when Love shall fail
and the green pastures of blessing shall wither and perish
Times, when the race of men will scatter and fall
But, not Today... not Here... not Now!
For now, Time skims afloat in the realm of you... Woman!
I metEuphoric Ventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927299076743167323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7736148956446703355.post-27498299872824365512017-01-14T00:41:00.000-08:002017-01-14T00:41:53.218-08:00Lie... or Not
What i like most in a lie
is, that it does bear the very nature of us all
You don't have to be polite, kind or patient, in order to lie
You don't need to be harsh, cruel or mischievous to lie
A lie, is a lie... regardless
It ebbs and flows like rain, orgasmic fluids and ill fate
You may do some good when you lie
Or maybe, polish the ugliness of the scariest truth
But, in no case, does it Euphoric Ventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927299076743167323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7736148956446703355.post-66666686679468800062017-01-13T02:44:00.002-08:002017-01-13T02:44:32.953-08:00
Euphoric Ventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927299076743167323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7736148956446703355.post-11322573999324696382017-01-13T02:39:00.001-08:002017-01-13T02:39:03.429-08:00Eastern Promise
The Time is restless. Restless, as the glorious wind who flings his grace over the treetops. As years go by, i get the feeling that every time i look to the East, my scars ache and bleed of unsung lemon tree stigmata and of olive tree tears, speared through and through by malice. There was this girl i met once on the island of the limestone that grows over blood stains and memory loss veins. SheEuphoric Ventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927299076743167323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7736148956446703355.post-3411963960342366042017-01-13T01:36:00.001-08:002017-01-13T01:36:20.689-08:00Vanity
Will you suffer me, while dreaming
will you flee a tear in time
I have sowed my tomb with pest wreaths
and sewed yellow stripes of dread
Bear my fever as night's halo
drown my fear in your fest
Send your frivolous misfeasance
so i can hoist my roots from grass
As wind gasps, i flinch with tremor
fields of gold, have turned to stone
Oh! How memory deceives me
up to swap your kill with fame
Euphoric Ventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927299076743167323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7736148956446703355.post-71801072758065960602017-01-12T01:30:00.001-08:002017-01-12T01:30:05.306-08:00Mythos
When night falls, strangers meet in the shadows. They cling to each one's doom, they murmur in circles: "Blessed be Thy name... and Thy scent... and Thy wisdom... But, something lurks in the dark... and looms up, as the hour grows thin. It is a pest?.. Is it a white noise?.. I really can't tell.
As pale moonlight approaches the crest of the Alpha, a moth slithers in flame through the dark. A Euphoric Ventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927299076743167323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7736148956446703355.post-87484039341051681862017-01-07T11:35:00.000-08:002017-01-07T11:35:07.700-08:00Heaven and Hell
Snow me some tears of sweet Heaven
so i can moan out of joy and elation
The Kings of void taught me tales of illusion
and the child with no name pledged for my posthumous fame
People abide in the light of creation
still they forget how to bloom in one's life
Is it any wonder that fame grows its feathers in shadows
but its thorn grows and feeds of thy pain
Snow me flakes that are sowed in Euphoric Ventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927299076743167323noreply@blogger.com0