Gods Of Lyric

Poet: With Voice

Fri, 01 Jun 2012 14:02:19 -0700

I’ve been turned inside out for
So long I’ve forgotten what I
Look like

The inward me is no longer
Formless
But conforms to a mirrored
Image I used to see
She’s happy to have been
Turned soul-ward safe from
Judgment-standards
Truth

But the Other She keeps
Asking-sometimes imploring:
When…

En búsqueda del Lugar Donde el Sol se Esconde: An Empty Face under the Dark Sun

Wed, 30 May 2012 16:50:37 -0700

En búsqueda del Lugar Donde el Sol se Esconde: An Empty Face under the Dark Sun:

razielswhisper:

Tell me your name
while you wander, aimless,
searching for the letters
to describe your face.
but the truth is so restless
and your shadow is upon you.

So give me the answers
that you cannot give yourself;
where is the auburn magic
that you so carefully professed
between smiles in a morning
…

Poetically Profound: Have You Ever

Mon, 28 May 2012 16:52:26 -0700

Poetically Profound: Have You Ever:

poeticallyprofound:

Have you ever suffocated asphyxiation?
Have you ever touched the indentations
Of indignation?
Abbreviations
Where words were once so gracious
A slender
Render
Of sweet surrender
Inhaled the scent of joy and jubilation
Have you ever made love to forever?
Have you ever kissed Jupiter?

Messages To The Moon: The Six Stages of Grief

Mon, 28 May 2012 16:43:29 -0700

Messages To The Moon: The Six Stages of Grief:

messagestothemoon:

1. Denial
Is an ocean they mistook
For a river in the crooks and
crevices of Egypt.

It is a slithering snake of mistakes
Creeping in the space
between your sanity

He is still here.
Breathing beneath my bones,
He is still here.

2. Anger
I found a shattered vase on the floor
That wasn’t…

Honey and Hedonistic...

Sat, 26 May 2012 11:38:52 -0700

shespeaksyvon:

Honeyed and hedonistic
fingers find flowers
drenched with dew. Desiring
to dip themselves into fragrances
that satisfy the scent of sexuality.
Two fingers spread petals to find
a solitary budding of sensuality,
a perched pearl, settled into
pink and pulsing pillows.
Fingers trade places with tongue
and the tickled pearl pleads for
pleasure pauses as
deliciously delectable dialect
surfaces in melodious moans and
half-spoken prayers to God.
How hungry flowers can sometimes be.

let's sit

Sat, 26 May 2012 11:35:18 -0700

jamiesueaustin:

quietly
and watch
the candle die
like us—
bright lights
which flicker
fast
burning the breath
of moments
hardly realized—
then
evaporates
leaving
a only few uncounted
seconds
between
memory
and eternity

Ramaatis: Find Me There...

Fri, 25 May 2012 14:08:12 -0700

Ramaatis: Find Me There...:

ramaatis:

When darkness swallows the sun

And vomits the moon in full bloom…

You’ll Find me there…

Self eclipsed in velvety mist,

“Neath gossamer rays of lullabying moon

Where no longitude or latitude can guide you there…

Only silence between your atoms, can bring you here…

*

So find me…

En búsqueda del Lugar Donde el Sol se Esconde: Take the Great, Blame the Other

Fri, 25 May 2012 14:06:33 -0700

En búsqueda del Lugar Donde el Sol se Esconde: Take the Great, Blame the Other:

razielswhisper:

We saw loop after loop
of faces and ideologies:
sanctuaries, cacophonies,
for what are spoken rules
but prancing unicorns
and swords in shadows

tell me what to follow,
I will walk the other way
I do not know what to do
you do not know what to say
and we are aiming for greatness
the deepest…

The Sweet Liberty of Feelings

Fri, 25 May 2012 14:04:45 -0700

makeloveoutofwords:

They hush my tears

To their song of wisdom

I laughed I danced

to their sanguine rhythm

In the silence of the ocean

Bathed in the morning sun

As darkness blankets the earth

And lulls the world

upon the night’s cradle

Their bubbly melody trembles

My dance slowed in weariness

The memories tainted black

Drowned deep beyond recognition

Emerge with a surge of desolation

Words they can no more fathom

For silence will be my companion

Tears running serene

Upon my lips

they tasted of freedom.

I Write To Know That I Am Alive: As the stars fall to the ocean

Fri, 25 May 2012 13:58:38 -0700

I Write To Know That I Am Alive: As the stars fall to the ocean:

inkwellsandwords:

You said you would sing me
to the moon and back,
spinning me through the stars
before plunging deep into the ocean
memorizing every crevice
every chasm
of that beautiful mystery
we pretend to know everything about.

The leaves of your voice
flutter down
floating
dancing
falling
whispering the…

We Are Burning...

Fri, 25 May 2012 13:54:15 -0700

thegirlwithyellowhair:

we are burning,

fuelled by graphite,
mercury boiling within
syringes, plagued

by nocturnal images,
mesmerised.

down by the ocean,
mermaids lay sleeping
breathing in dreams of
valium and pleading
with the clouds to
save them.

magnesium glowing
white, creating spectrums
in our godless minds,

find our breath milk
white with fog
and our fingers frozen,

death is coming.

comedown

Mon, 21 May 2012 14:42:35 -0700

blankslate:

the faint glow of
a dying star-

stage lights dim
disimpassioned
actor shuffles off
into his day job

moon disappears
waves slowly crest
into flat salty water

mountain peaks
jutting up into infinity
realize they were
only lumps
of gathered dirt

planes settle into
airports
passengers carry
heavy luggage home

lone astronaut in
spacewalk
cuts the cord

she drifts off into
nothing

even her name
dies.

On Beauty's Ballet - dedicated to all dancers.

Thu, 17 May 2012 13:50:06 -0700

tarnishedsoul:

You are your own

Personal ballet and

I am awed by the

Beauty and fluidity of

your every movement.

You dance your soft,

Sensual dance of life,

And I wonder at the

Hours you've spent

In agonizing practice.

I want to stand and

Applaud  every breath,

Expression, step. And

when you sigh, sated

I share your satisfaction

Thus I know that as

Long as your ballet lasts,

So lasts my love for you.

KISSING THE CURB: downhill

Thu, 17 May 2012 13:37:10 -0700

KISSING THE CURB: downhill:

160milesperhour:

You once took my heart and carved out a butterfly,

a sea-dragon and the stars in each vein as I looked into your eyes that

shined when you spoke about family and life and the time I rode a bike to the store and

popped your tires

Your old two-tired, worn down bike I laughed on

We rushed…

Peach, Plum, Pear: The War

Thu, 17 May 2012 13:25:20 -0700

Peach, Plum, Pear: The War:

alwaysintransition:

Inside the healer’s broken
fingers closing empty eyes,
inside the falling ash of houses turned
to vapor, inside the childhood
memories turned to gray wisps
unfurling in the clear sky, under the crippled
bodies, humiliated, dispirited,
cremated from the heat of war
there are precious
gems found
deep within the (h)eart(h), of

Above Heart's Whisper: The Day When Poetry Dies

Wed, 16 May 2012 13:44:27 -0700

Above Heart's Whisper: The Day When Poetry Dies:

makeloveoutofwords:

By day I save lives

Of those who fail to thrive

By night I weave

Through words of rustling leaves

I write

for God’s picturesque painting

Upon The canvas of sapphire

I write

for the melodious chirping

of birds quivering their wings in leisure

I write

for Love like…

violent through my poetry: astrophysics

Wed, 16 May 2012 13:44:20 -0700

violent through my poetry: astrophysics:

violent-ink:

you and i will dance
as a pair of black holes
waltzing, spiraling, celtic clovering
to the tune of empty gravity
as tea lights floating with
rose petals in a bathtub
monochrome and slick, full of oil
ready to tip and burst

watch me as i stargaze tango
tiptoe around your event horizon

i’ll…

Thank you for rebloguing my piece :)

Wed, 16 May 2012 13:36:42 -0700

Thank you for a beautiful piece to reblog. We are very picky about what we reblog on “Gods of Lyric”. We want the best poems on here for people to enjoy and for poets to be discovered. looking forward to more of your pieces. Be well, and stay above the clouds Raziel!

I Have Kept You Now

Tue, 15 May 2012 20:34:32 -0700

I Have Kept You Now:

ninewhitetulips:

My darling dear one I have kept
You now for a lifetime in this
Constant chamber of mine
Life and death you breathe through
Me everyday

I have watched you walk the
Shores of your lifetime gathering
Meaningful remnants to cast
Mysterious mutterings left
Wondering

There is no meaning I hear…

Machines in the System.

Tue, 15 May 2012 20:30:08 -0700

Machines in the System.:

silentmorningchild:

Silent dreams have no meaning

when all you see is phosphenes

stimulated from the pressure you burden your own mind with.

These are the lies the world tells

making you into a machine

that has no meaning except to continue the cycle

of progress in the system.

When will we have time to live…