Thursday, 19 June 2014
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 .
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 .
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