Bored Bohemian

  The rain ruined restlessness. Flowing outside like the landscape was calling, stood and surveyed the assorted denizens in wakeful slumber. The air clean, cold, arresting time. Winds blew in intervals of damning denial and burst in epiphanic release. It annihilated self. Rooted and scattered over the elements. Over the locked doors and guarded gardens, onto the mighty moors and stern seas. Nefertiti stood still, devoted, waiting. "The chains are missing" shouted Balthazar. She turned reluctantly. Her auburn hair swirled. Her apparel quarreled, seethed. Blazing in a fiery free-spirited skirt and tunic, she was to break in on the sun that day. But the sovereign stylist was nowhere seen. Worrying over undone dreams, she had zeroed in on him as the Decima and offered defiance. Not insensitive to the rare stillness, Balthazar's gaze latched onto her lips that defied desire and denied distance. "Never mind. Its the one thing that is lost but will be found." B...

  There might be a crucified child in the world's engine room. My fear is that He is resurrected in wombs, not tombs. Lo, the pristine nature. she likes the artful on prowl and the righteous on the cross. DOWN WITH THAT WHORE OF BABYLON.   @ARTEMIS

  You were armed with charm How was i to be calm? Your soul had stains of lives And choice to move selves While mine stood statuesque Unblemished and dead Your nerves left a world that i dreamt to behold The spark lit, built lies and Left me feeling less That i finally felt the scar Atropos planned before. @ARTEMIS  

  A congenital kindness. A muse in relapse, Strolling, sparking trouble The upstart's appetizer, Just ripe for disaster.

I have a captive soul Kept by will, in thrall A little, starved tyke, Of all things grotesque. A truant , flees to shores Of alien lives and griefs, Puts on robes of chiefs Parrots pain, mirrors risks. As savant, sense subdued A dread spreads for fame Since the mask survived, And i buried, feel the flame. @ARTEMIS

i catch them whose mighty words i turned with a mind morose to depths as sealed as death. watch them racked by tears solemn to choose, unaware  of mines kept just there. @ARTEMIS

on exile on an isle  of endless plains of pain slave to a sovereign of self and sceptre shorn wrecked, me unknown bent to one of stone. @ARTEMIS

I keep my loves in coffins  And the keys of life with me They mourn for indifference Now lost for eternity. @ARTEMIS

pave a path for foretold world  lead to hades a soul sold. disguised in entry had failed to see forgotten aptly oft-wounded enemy evolved, deadly over lethe-born laws her warriors arrive with woe-ridden scales. @ARTEMIS

a stampede upstairs i discerned a scurrying as if scorched an incense turned wild beneath in a misdirected dare. i kept a designed disease that gave a disguise to please born of hope, yet agony fed kept aloof to see it false raised bold, it mauled my mind and went after another find. i tried to salvage the sinking heart that fretted so of familiar veins pacing, pacing to distinguish wrecked by routine to restless depths. sombre the stones, routine to her eyes that shall not fly again returned to fashion mightier ones to freshly oppress the coming sons. @ARTEMIS