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Vestiges- My sister wears jasmins in her hair, like our mother did before her, on a single thread piercing there wherein once the heirs were. -Now left is a breath-like sound, the scent of it in its tracks, rows on rows of petalled crowns, whitest white upon blackest black.Vestiges
-We were eager for such native rites, and would've been wholly honoured, were it not for justice, and pride and, oh, many a worthy word. -But custom has set the scene for kin to trudge and slay in bloody rain; blind and toothless we'd once been, &nbs
by ~delirius
In Blind FaithIn Blind FaithIn Blind Faith
The bells clang, calling all to mass, in a tuneless chime at the clay of god, and the enraptured mob trail from their task, in time towards the sounds that awed, eyes deep as wells from the opiates; all around the world, everyone forgets.
From the minaret and from the shrine, spirited breaths cry his name and nod, or sit at dawn with legs entwined, mesmerized by the voice of god, while outside, men cry in feud, do they not hear the voice of good?
What a petty thing it is to preach to such mimes who cannot transcend speech. &
by ~delirius
They Ask for Peace with ...They Ask for Peace with Forked TonguesThey Ask for Peace with ...
The witches scattered, dawdling on their toes, and sullen, on either side, bitter locks fall like drapes, limp, across shattered doors, the work of hands that hammered down walls, for the sake of that which made scarecrows out of dogs that neither ate grain nor squalled.
The hunter's hands, too, like the palms of hags, have bloody claws clenched tight and bound, around a torch as it were a flag, to drive the alien away from his town, but in his tears, 'tis the human that lacks, it seems to me he cries for blood and crow
by ~delirius
The Smell of CoconutsThe Smell of Coconuts (04/08/2005)The Smell of Coconuts
I love the smell of coconuts
that carries through the air on a cleansing night of monsoon rain. Sweet, sultry, of pearly glare, bunched high, like mistletoes paired, or below, bark split and made prey, to the bold faced monkey that gently tears, feasting on milk and pulpous brain. And there, from my reddened earth hut, eyes, like blinds, are drawn shut, to see the flock of moonlit moths that ripple through meadows and plains, carrying my beloved smell of coconuts. Inspire me, my home is here, where the sun is re
by ~delirius
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Transcendenceby ~huang
My Lifeby ~Calisthian
ViolinceSoftly, ever so softly and slowly Her arm drew back, bow in hand. Her eyes stared at the target before her, Black dots skirmishing across snow-covered fields. From where she knelt she had a great vantage point. A voice inside urged her to draw an arrow from the quiver: Fire away while they're still far! She resisted, although now her fingers trembled, Itching to touch the cool wood of the arrow shaft.Violince
The commander looked over his troops and nodded. He raised his sabre into the air slightly and nervously. Wait for it, his eyes said. Be ready. There was a slight cla
by ~AmingHeart
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- Current Residence: Montreal, Quebec
- Favourite style of art: Digital painting
- Tools of the Trade: Adobe Photoshop 7.0
- MSN: night_hawk87@hotmail.com
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