Archive for February, 2011

The Enchanted Parchment

Posted in Poems about writing and art with tags , , , on February 28, 2011 by mistressofpoetry

On this colorless page, the music plays
Endless enchantments of misery and suspended outbursts, both glorified and fearful
And yet these lines so painstakingly wrought in forms of voiceless emotion
Have brought me to tears,
Silently fading into the woodwork which surrounds my ghostly appearance

I am thy master,
I am thy sculptor
My shades and strokes breathe life upon this canvas
Thine imagination has brought me that which fills my hours
As a maddened slave to the quill, I work these melodies of pain and pleasure

Sweat and desire obliviate me to the living
As art is all that becomes real
The sparkle in my eyes are that which give light
For what I can see is portrayed upon the parchment
Brilliance to the ecstatic paintings revealed in my soul

Dare ye to listen!
Dare ye to explore my world!
It is I who give the challenge and call
As a fevered captain with one duty to his ranks
If it be not complete, the reaper will settle the score

You are the backdrop on which I free my will
Will you dream as I?
Would you dare to feel the tempest pound upon your mind?
The clash of thundering giants roars in fortresses built by fools
But it is the fool who will shape his world, and not let it simply roll by.

I will seize the faith of a dreaming lord
And create as a god
The world is but my captive and I, the keeper of the keys
It is to my pleasure alone whether I free or condemn
But alas, I am the one chained by the notes, the quill, and the brush.

Far be it from me to forsake destiny for failure
To cast aside the passionate kiss of a dream
I must be that which I am; what else could I be?
I am the composer, the writer, the painter; I am fate,
Quietly becoming my world, until the candle fades into memory…

If Only…

Posted in Love, Passion and Pain with tags , on February 12, 2011 by mistressofpoetry

Lay my heart beside the breaching sand
For it would wash away the pain with scorching pain
If only you could wish the love away

Lay my body beside the edge of darkness
For it would float away into forever
If only there were a breath left to savor

Still the song within my chest
For it would gently chime its rhythmic voice
If only there were music left within

You gave me tears for crimson wine
And stole the beauty from my heart
Only to leave me in utter emptiness
Listening to the echo of time slip by
As I dreamt in years of oblivion
Wishing ne’er to feel again

A watcher was I
Waiting by the shore of dreams
Searching for the promise of your kiss
That would never quench my lips
And the feel of your fingertips
Never to grace my skin again

As I grow old in days long past
And youth regains its composure
I would that my soul recall
The agelessness of those fantasies
The innocence of a childhood wish
And fall eternal into what remains… of me…

Let me slip into the warmth of love
For it would heal the wounds so dark and deep
If only it could touch my woe

Lift mine eyes unto the moonlight
For it would awaken the garden within
If only my countenance were allowed to shine amongst the dew

Let me dine in your fields of pleasure
For it would fill my soul with life
If only I could taste your love

If only…

Dark Lover, An Ode To Chocolate

Posted in Funny, Love stinks with tags , , on February 8, 2011 by mistressofpoetry

I need not a boring love
In tasteless bliss and sighs
My only need is dark and rich
Blended on my tongue as wine

My sweet and oh so pure delight
Your craving never ends
On lonely nights with tear-struck hearts
You are my one true love

Ease my pain and dry my eyes
When life seems so obscure
Not man nor beast could take your place
Dark beauty… more than I can resist

Bring my senses to their knees
Weaken me with lust
I cannot hide my want from you
Forbidden, on my thighs

My mind craves your sweet caress
Eternal without woe
Place your smile upon my face
Chocolate, my unfailing suicide…

In celebration of valentine’s day, for those with lonely hearts.