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  • isalittlebroken 4w

    Circles

    Sleep now child amongst the stars of us
    In landscapes painted 
    by old masters hands
    In the shadow of temples 
    raised for Gods
    yet built by man 
    Sleep now child in the solace of past victory
    fought by warriors you shall never know 
    out of blood-soaked soil cities grow 
    built on the dust of endless sorrow 
    Sleep now child 
    wake a man 
    and let the cycle continue again 
    Take your place in the halls of the lost 
    Join the whispers of ghosts 
    You served them well

    ©isalittlebroken

  • isalittlebroken 7w

    Astral Angel

    Inside this arcane temple of placidity 
    An idyllic place of worship 
    arcadian vitality sweet tranquillity
    Shall we light the pyre now? 
    Paradisiacal as this place seems...
    we come here to forget shattered dreams
    Shhhh...
    Listen for the muffled screams
    of yesterday's afflictions
    Have you come to meet the point of the rapier?
    Her virgin white robes hang over the altar...
    The Gods will bless you for your worthy sacrifice
    and gift us 
    serenity...
    Restoring the equilibrium of our finite realm.
    Now robes pervaded in red 
    a smile with her last breath
    she is free.


     
    ©isalittlebroken

  • isalittlebroken 19w

    Chapel

    They paint the night
    with lustful colours.
    The sheet is the canvas
    for these entwined lovers

    ©isalittlebroken

  • isalittlebroken 21w

    Aurora

    I spend my time
    in the light of day,
    underneath the waterfall
    where we dance and play.

    I spend my nights
    by the fireside,
    staring at you
    hanging onto every word you say.

    Sun kisses
    the moon whispers,
    paint our souls the colour of stars.

    Aurora, bring us the dawn
    so we may marvel upon
    blossoming flowers in first lights embrace.
    Diaphanous morning mists
    lovers first kiss
    dancing silhouettes
    and she,
    She is celestial 
    an angelic gift
    for
    this earth. 

    ©isalittlebroken

  • isalittlebroken 21w

    Dance of the seeds

    The birds fly 
    in through my
    kitchen door.
    They dance
    and sing
    on my floor,
    seeking their morning feed
    a handful of millet seed.
    It's quite entertaining
    how they learn over time 
    to summon,
    the one that feeds them these glorious 
    millet seeds.
    I answer their
    beckoning calls,
    I sprinkle their
    feast on the patio floor.
    Now all the shy ones
    descend from their trees,
    to partake 
    in the 
    dance of the seeds.

    (A daily occurrence ) 

    ©isalittlebroken

  • isalittlebroken 22w

    Moerae

    Perfection in brutality,
    my concentration camp of self-prescribed isolation.
    Have you got the key?

    There's safety in a thought,
    the sweet danger in action.
    In the scenario of consciousness, he was slowly and painfully drowning in an empty pool. 
    The lights are off next door...
    Holiday home barely used. 

    Let the rats run free.

    Nyx walks in the darkest depths of night. 
    Helios will soon bring the light.
    Escape Tartarus!
    Calliope we beg your blessings...
    Erato and Polyhymnia, 
    anoint us.

    Dusty TV set,
    when last was it on...
    The book pages are tattered and torn.
    A dog sleeps comfortably on the couch. 
    The mind is a one-way road with unmanned checkpoints. 
    The dog whimpers quietly...
    What do dogs dream of?

    The clock has a thunderous tick and nauseating tock. 
    I should remove the battery.

    Maybe tomorrow I'll put water in the pool. 


    ©isalittlebroken

  • isalittlebroken 22w

    Divinity Muse

    I've read so many pages 
    and written more than some...
    I've forgotten all the pages I've read
    all but one...
    It was something about the sun.

    In a world of Gods
    there is but one
    Existence would be mute
    if not for the Sun...

    Oh, wait I wrote that too.
    What's an ageing poet with failing memory to do?
    I've never claimed to have a muse...
    Such things leave me unenthused
    Now upon reflection,
    perhaps the Sun 
    is my muse.

    ©isalittlebroken

  • isalittlebroken 22w

    Last flower of Spring

    Descent into chaos
    whirlpools of forgotten dreams,
    a tornado of inevitably.
    Inside the seething masses,
    you have the gift of invisibility.
    We can see you in your glass houses,
    don't let us bother you...
    Go about your business.
    Do what you need,
    we will do what we do.
    I picked the last flower of spring.
    It smells better than the ones I picked before...
    Maybe I'll pass it on to the one I adore.
    Will you love me?
    if I'm ugly on the inside...
    Can you see the smile behind my mask?
    The thing about the last kiss is they don't last.
    I picked the last flower of spring!
    Just before the thunderstorm set in...
    electrifying me
    electric dreams
    I ask you all to stay...
    The last round is on me.
    It has been a strange day...
    Now let me be on my way...
    descending into chaos.

    ©isalittlebroken

  • isalittlebroken 22w

    The fire in my heart

    There was no room for me to rent,
    in the house of love...
    Guess I'll lay my head down outside,
    in the still summers night...

    Can I have a dance with the fireflies?

    Oh, sweet pretence you lead me astray.
    She never sent any love letters my way...
    Well,
    what can you do?
    what can you say?

    At least I can dance with the fireflies
    on this day...
    Until my dreams 
    float me away
    They will float me away...

    ©isalittlebroken

  • isalittlebroken 22w

    Young Lovers (Haiku)

    Intoxicating 
    her exotic smile shining, 
    passion consumes us.

    ©isalittlebroken