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A Cruel and Darkened HandA cruel and darkened hand that plucks my life from out the rich and sun-warmed soil of spring, and offers my unearthed, naked form to all creation, mouth and seed, akin to lovers sacrificing blossoms bright for each other on May's first shadowed eve – A love that feeds on fading life and hue, a fire long extinguished, yet glowing coals are burning still beneath the ashes grey. We are all pursued, Death's unyielding hands close tight around each throat and stem and soul, as shadowed night haunts every golden morn – Or is it morn that chases night? The lightA Cruel and Darkened Hand
by ~Alice-Dee
The Wind speaks of LoveHow does the wind speak without words? How does the moonlight entrance us with her beauty, Pulling even shifting tides ever closer, yet Never within reach. In all the nights we were together - Caught in silver webs woven amidst stars, Bound to one another and to The dream of that called love - I felt the warmth of you like sunlight on my skin. Distantly I shiver, As bitter wind and jealous moon Steal warmth even from my dreams, as Midnight steals the glory of the golden sun and Wraps it in her darkening cloak. In the whisper of the branches I can hear your namThe Wind speaks of Love
by ~Alice-Dee
Sea-DragonsI do not fear the earth Upon who's face I stand, Nor do the swirling skies Fill me with any dread. These fires burning bright, Destroying to create, Are a tame ferocity, And so leave my mind at ease. But beware the sea, my love, The ocean deep and midnight blue, Where turbulent dragons Twist and coil beneath the surface. I have seen them in my dreams, Vast and serpentine, With eyes of shining lapis And an appetite for flesh. Walk freely on the sleeping giants of the stones Or soar through wispy clouds above, But the sea, my love,Sea-Dragons
by ~Alice-Dee
November WatersAn uncertain undertide pervades The lake that is my life – Phantom currents defy The many rivers that flow in, Altering their course. Beneath all of this Chilly grey-blue water There are caverns steeped in shadows, Chasms of nightmares and Memories of death – I dare not dwell there long. Within the lake, surrounded by its Many troubled currents, Is an isle made of tranquil stone, With quiet pines clinging to the rock. It is here I like to go, When voices murmuring from those deep abysses Overwhelm the senses, To gaze up at colNovember Waters
by ~Alice-Dee
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- Current Residence: The dreaded wastes of Scarberia.
- Interests: Smoking, writing, ganja, music.
- Favourite movie: Doomsday, RHPS, Donnie Darko, May, Velvet Goldmine... and more.
- Favourite band or musician: The Dresden Dolls, A Perfect Circle, Christian Death, The Distillers, etc.
- Favourite genre of music: Unique.
- Favourite artist: Klimt or Dali.
- Favourite poet or writer: Charles Bukowski.
- Favourite photographer: suzi9mm
- Wallpaper of choice: Something trippy... a Dali painting or something from Alice in Wonderland
- Favourite game: Catch the tumour.
- Favourite cartoon character: Robin Sena.
- Tools of the Trade: A tree, a squid and a bucket.
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