Moonlight
Silvern rays atop leaves of trees
Illuminate an aura of perfect peace
Dancing silhouettes of flowers in the breeze
An enchanted moment for a perfect kiss
Beams radiating the brilliance of the moon
A sight that makes any lover swoon
Temptation peaks amidst the blue lagoon
As romantics wish it wouldn’t end so soon
Stars sprinkled across velvet skies
Like diamond dusts surrounding the moon up nigh
Nothing more majestic to the eyes
Only the moon, her beams reflecting paradise
A rush of desire penetrates the night
The play of light creates a breathless sight
Moments like these, as passion takes flight
Love spells conjured by the innocent moonlight!
** A poem that was written on a moon-less night**
The artist is the creator of beautiful things. To reveal art and conceal the artist is art's aim. No artist is ever morbid. Thought and language are to the artist instruments of an art. Vice and virtue are to the artist materials for an art. All art is at once surface and symbol. Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril. Those who read the symbol do so at their peril. It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors. ~Oscar Wilde~
Thursday, October 14, 2004
Wednesday, August 11, 2004
Surgeon's Blade
Like a surgeon’s blade
Carelessly slicing the heart
Yet, with precise incision
Brutally it was severed apart.
The pain plaguing the soul
Crushed from the massacre
As tears oozed like blood
From eyes that flowed a river.
Numbness begins to manifest
As the smarting disappears
The crippling pain now leaves
A trail of silent bitterness...
Carelessly slicing the heart
Yet, with precise incision
Brutally it was severed apart.
The pain plaguing the soul
Crushed from the massacre
As tears oozed like blood
From eyes that flowed a river.
Numbness begins to manifest
As the smarting disappears
The crippling pain now leaves
A trail of silent bitterness...
Tuesday, August 10, 2004
Fallen Angel
Fallen I am now
To dust and soil
Thrown to earth
To work and to toil
And the world - fallen am I into it
This cold cruel world
It's too much to take
for a young innocent soul
No bitch will I be
For I shan’t sin
Let the others judge me
but their words - I won't let them in
Long ago, oh so long ago
Those very steps I had risen
Now, made me crash face down
To climb the steps again - I must!
Even when people frown
I shan't let fate decide my destiny
Fallen I am now
But fallen again - I shan't be!
**This was written when I felt that the world seem crashing down upon me, when life suddenly had no meaning, or rather, when I was on the verge of PMS**
To dust and soil
Thrown to earth
To work and to toil
And the world - fallen am I into it
This cold cruel world
It's too much to take
for a young innocent soul
No bitch will I be
For I shan’t sin
Let the others judge me
but their words - I won't let them in
Long ago, oh so long ago
Those very steps I had risen
Now, made me crash face down
To climb the steps again - I must!
Even when people frown
I shan't let fate decide my destiny
Fallen I am now
But fallen again - I shan't be!
**This was written when I felt that the world seem crashing down upon me, when life suddenly had no meaning, or rather, when I was on the verge of PMS**
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