Penance

Every clipping, sharks the gullet of vacancy

Shadows culling dreams well worn

Vixens, Vipers, Viragos, Asps

A venomous caldarium

Scalding with each splash

Steam shrouds the succubus inside

Layered lids lay listless amongst yarns & lies

In lieu of the lackadaisically leveled Libran scales

Weights unmeasured risk resurrecting the waxen toll

Talismans and their phylacteries

Fringed magical, frayed too fine- 

For the tricks of precursors translucent lures,

Doting singes temple speak; the scriptures tome-like tones repeat

Crafting divinity from a collage of time; Divinations all

Until the sickle reaps a harvest’s moon

Until the stone wets, once sword relinquishes tenures term

Every extract, sharks the gullets of mind

While shadows sift the wraiths of love,

Resplendent twinkling’s flash before

Safely plucked as tensions quell the thirsts of yore

The fields of perdition

Flooded, by permafrost

Then awoken in oil-

To which, but one stroke

Can set the match

Molten Cracks Trail

Molten cracks halo

the residual shadows,

writhing in suffocation,

beneath the tread-marks

of newly balanced souls.

Effigies, beside displaced figurines,

Engulf the enigmatic throb,

Fostered in a day-glow, withering white,

Reincarnate the once procured,

Obsidian oscillation’s whirr, as it sidesteps

Procedure, while imprinting their fractured harbor,

Upon each chamber, along driftwood’s hollow stare

A blistering of countenance-

Divides dissection-

Blinds the reorganized,

Subjugation, brittle to

The veloured angle-face

Of symmetrical sovereignty

A penance bilked in purge

Flitting invocations spur

Satiation’s crypt

A rapidness a-rifling

Into clarifications gaze

To see the instant

Gratified,

Before the nerve

Of sight mislays

Those visions

Bound to fade

Uneducated Bliss or (Allowing Shadow-Tainted Eyes To Filter That Which Has Been Heard)

Mystery and Melancholy of a street by Giorgio de Chirico

The trailers are all empty

The children are at play

Monstrosities and unspeakable voyeuristic veers

Churning stomach yet intoxicating are the views

Shaded passage

From east to west

Shadowed blankets

From southern alleys

To northern peak

Children play in the lighted spots

Emptiness

Calm

Prior to the first 

Mirage

Pillars strengthening the town

Echoic symmetries

A Merger with the reality

Where teardrops, the taste of untested years

Drowning out the rhythmic patter

Of jubilant vaudevillian sound

Are the beasts unchained

Who've not been offered a choice

Fight for yourselves

Clashing steel caressing shield

The roaring travels it's way 

From coliseum to covered street

Those without entry

Those who stand guard 

Twitch as the sounds stand still

While the children are at play

knowing not the difference

between melancholy and joy

When new mysteries are but

A shrouded street away

Thanks to the D'verse crew for Open Link Night and for the art inspired prompts of Giorgio de Chirico, for without one or the other, this piece would not be here either.

Tarnation Fellowship

Tarnation Fellowship

Beyond damnation’s pulse

Writhes the premise of

Sentient squalor

Draped in individualistic guise

         Prohibition of the spindle

         Slipping fast before the twister

         Kinesis in an empty glass

         The fellowship has your back

Beyond dogged ears of mischief

Trouble bonds then tempts us

Determined to please

Our morals slightly loosen their ease

All in the name of brotherhood

Draped in unifications guise

         Prohibit the drivel

         Masquerade the swollen parade

         From lips dishonesty

         Conceives the other page

When bonds of fellowship are bled

Boundaries die

When cohesion seals the dream

Unity joins the flesh

Appendages we become

Limbs hardened by tempest gloves

         And in so joining

         No retreat, no goodbyes

                  If you wander or question your sight

                  Tarnation will always take you back

The Shadows Execution

Amidst violent winds

And scattered showers

The cold meets the singe of flesh

To some it simmers,

To others scold,

Fanning in the same manner it flames out,

Thrashing waves of corruption come

Bearing down a decreasing sun,

The heat awaits the frost bite of the soul

For some it will freeze and blister,

 For others it may numb and paralyze,

A blizzard burns the same way it cools,

You may be aware of the reasons for,

You may not know the meanings of,

Of these questions you ponder

You are not alone

Within a shroud of banality

An image returns from the bowels below,

A shadows rise,

A shadows fall,

 Contingent upon the light the dark provides

Independent and combined, shadows die as quickly as they grow.