Saturday 7 June 2014

The Mystic Chat With Mystic Queen


The Mystic Chat With Mystic Queen .

Somewhere in the distant depth
 The  psychic chat is sowed ,
 Covered with mystic dye
 It itself emits ,and  glows .

My miracle!  the image peeps ,
And the mystic queen, brings the ruins ,
For Her absence the heart weeps .

The relatives around cause no relativity ,
For empty shadows they appear ,
My mystic Queen ,alone shines ,
'Lest I lose Her' -says the Fear .

She is my desert ,flood , and forest ,
My withering end ,that me weans ,
She is , curse and bliss ,
My drudgery and soothing rest .

Her psychic is bike , that runs ,
In my ghostly gloom She is my only sun .



Friday 6 June 2014

The Feathers Of Ovlivion

The Feathers Of Oblivion .
The void word like chaffy grain ,
Inject not the fox in the brain .
Give me a peg of your maiden look ,
And a page from your gypsy's book ,
Opening the window of your first spring ,
Breaking the innocence of the forbidden ,
Lift me, lull me with fathers of oblivion .