Bond

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 ever 

But even if our sorrow passes through Time and affection 

We stand alone... and in unison we strive... together

Courtesy of ©nikgml

Original artwork, provided by Johanna Knauer/Kunstfotografie(Enaston on deviantArt)

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Senses 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 succumb in mother Earth's woe 

It feels once more, like rain... 

tilted in devotion... waiting to salute death's strain.

Courtesy of ©nikgml

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

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Condemned

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, "Enaston" on deviantArt)
http://www.johannaknauer.de/
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Angels 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 

Not necessarily the way things happened 

Nor the way they should have... 

All I have to do is let go... 

And plaster reality with sentimental dementia 

It is odd my love... 

The moment I heard that I may have found you again, 

In the most vocable sigh, 

In the most conspicuous sight... 

I chose to mute the echo of your cherished memory... 

I pledged not to see the footsteps of your leap. 

Night disappeared... and I feel no more 

As if I never strayed upon your blessed feather lap. 

Strange it is... 

I never sensed the presence of angels so near me... 

Original artwork, by Kunstfotografie((Johanna Knauer)

http://enaston.deviantart.com/art/you-don-t-have-to-please-anyone-673836011

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In 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 has gone
and gravity sways frozen upon its own leap of faith...
i return home...
to find my unborn child, cling to its mold of gold

I sit on his lap of ash and clay... and i cry
I cry tears of penitence... and redemption
I sough... and sputter in inane vacuums of muted sounds
as if music was deprived of its sounding blessing

And then, i find you blossom for one last time,
inside the splinter of my petrified feet of clay my love
Now that you are here, in spirit and form
i am to be once more... loved... and unspoiled
You saved me... in the nick of time.

Original artwork: "i love it here", by "mirpiphotography"(Mirela Pindjak)
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Burned 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 through Time
It had no sense... still, no aching shadows managed to freeze
the fluid moaning of our blend in lust all night...

I could smell you again, i could stand my ground,
so that you can escape the hollow void of death
for just once my love... hidden in dream's corridor... out of Time's sight...

In darkness, you condemned my pour soul tonight
Now, that you are no more...
i finally managed to wake up in light
It was the burn of your cherished memory
that guided my doomed soul... through Time

Goodbye my Love...
I'll forever dwell in frozen ground... Tonight.

Original artwork: "Keep your distance", by Johanna Knauer
http://enaston.deviantart.com/art/keep-your-distance-139385518
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Spellbound

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 place i once called home
Hush my darling love, hush my beauty
You can do fine now, they say,
as long as i pledge in vanity my empty shells tonight

Remember me, when my shadow becomes a fountain of ever sparkling light. As the One and the Infinite curl up in vain, one's doom slithers by one's bloom. It's a numeric thing they say. It is no reason to fathom or despair of, they say. You can do fine now, they say.

Hush my baby please. Rush my baby now
There is no reason to live. Or die.

Original artwork: "And Heaven knows what else", by Johanna Knauer
http://enaston.deviantart.com/art/and-heaven-knows-what-else-142714062
http://www.johannaknauer.de/