Vague Bound

Unimaginable the pleasure I derive from the pain Of craving for you Unbearable the pain  I acquire from the pleasure  Of adoring you  When day becomes night  and night in turn  ripens into day  When love becomes hate  and in turn emerge  as love again  When truth comes to be lies  and in the end turns out  to be the truth  Under the starlit night sky  I write this ode  to the mysteries  of love and hate  of life and death  My goddess of oblivion  to you i submit  My heart and soul  ~Vagabond~ by   LiBiArt

For a moment when I closed my eyes and saw those eyes enchanting Closed and so peaceful yet feasting on mine for sure To soothe me, cleansed and pure To crave to see them again I close my eyes again and again with nothing but a slight trifling hope and I know I'll hold onto this delicate hope surely as I would hold onto my precious life For just a moment of bliss so brief yet significantly grave A thousand and thousand breathes would miss and A million more lives I'll die to have For just, For just, For just That pleasing moment of bliss ~Vagabond~

Oh greatness! How be you Such a temptress Great illusions Binding people To much delusions. From the peak Vastly nothing Below their feet

when all around everyone is so witty words become more than just slutty disguised in awfully clever chains of words cuts at your heart like sharp edged swords dumbstruck, mesmerized they leave you in awe to bow, to bend, to crawl after on your paws yes indeed words are strangely powerful tools used and abused mostly on simple minded fools

The maker meets the fakers The critics and the haters Disproportionately passionate The kneelers and the sultanate The cruelest abusers ill minded accusers The loyal and the royal The normal and abnormal The poor fated losers The homeless and the faithless The Adams family.

See I've heard you being mentioned a thousand times. In numerous temples, churches and shrines. Alas! I am still plagued by the mystery of your sight. So I look under a rock, I look into darkness and light. I rip my chest and look for you in my heart and I find nothing but mere discomfort. So I look for your resemblance in things similar. Concluding that you are everything near and far. P.S - The actual title has been modified for viewer discretion.

And when the day arrives, I shall serve my creators dutifully, as they once didst me, on their sick bed. I shall soothe every painful cry, I shall become their eyes and ears, whenas they cannot hear or see, and keep them fed. This my honor and my glory, in it my duty and valor. The kind hands shall be paid in worth and more. The comfort and protection shall always be remembered. For in their image i was created. They who i shall become.

My soul possessed Intoxicated, seduced A sip of wine, a thirst Lingering, unquenchable The dark moon floating Within milky white skies As I stared into the ocean My heart kindled by you With each passing wave With each flowing breathe With each beat of my heart The longing grew into a forest Lost among the greens Seeking, wandering here As if contact never broken I keep staring into the moon I conclude and surrender Besotted with sweet defeat My will captured by the spell Infatuated by the sorceress Image by selenada

Somewhere ashore Where magic blows Mountains and oceans Will drown me cold

Death in sight Quite dead inside Flakes and flakes And flakes of life That peel of slow Like skin divine Drifting towards oblivion The shadow fades Into chaos dark D A N C E O F D E A T H Illustration by:  vigilant-reaper  (Simply known, As 'Death")

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By: MadPoet Yet Another Dance I walked inside the hall once more. There seemed to be something very different about it. I couldn't really put my finger on it. The texture on the marble floor perhaps. Or the six large alabaster columns. I seem to remember them different. Was this place brighter before? The colours more vibrant? It's hard to recall now. Then I saw it. On her throne, there sat an impostor. A hundred yards, there was, between us. But even from the distance I knew that it was not Alice. Clad in turquoise and pink this stranger hummed a soft lullaby. And even stranger was the fact that the closer I came to her, the softer her voice grew. I couldn't really make out her face. She was looking down. I think there was something in her hand. I can't be sure. Things were hazy in there. It's always been like that. I walked up the steps and demanded to know who she was. After all, this is the throne of my beloved. How dare she desecrate ...

Another night Another fight There's blood dripping from the sky A soul will fly A body dies And the blood will soon be dry Burn away, burn away Burn away my soul And love will lie All hell arise Burn away, burn away

I can hear , I hear your voice now certainly . You have made the choice over me. Like breaking waves , Like breaking waves caressing the shore . You take me floating out to the sea . I'll fly , I'll dive into the sun . and I'll call your name fore I'm done . So please, so please, set me free. The morning rain dripping down from my roof . I'm drenched in blue , drenched in blue. Your light shining so bright on my soul . I'm through to you, almost through.

Certainly I am not mad The madness is only but subsiding Madness aptly named "life" Which flies by the hour In delirium and delusions For when passion extinguished Shimmers down to ashes dead Then shall the soul taste rest Return to origin and nest To be stirred to life once again