Templar Sword

Knights Templar
Disbanded,
or in full force,
perhaps no explanation,
needed for this course
Just understanding 
of the force
Bloodline requirement,
fully coarsed 
Hierarchical system,
without remorse 

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney

Waves

How the waves,
touch the sky,
blues on the horizon,
seen with the,
naked eye
No divisions,
or torrent floods,
just flowing,
Sapphire ripples,
with bursts,
of Indigo that triple

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney

DEATH OF AN ANGEL

I'm out in the dark of the night,

Looking up to the sky,

To see you put on a smile;

Above principalities where you're,

And tell me that you still love me.

Oh my beautiful love,

I still wish to see you by my side,

For as many years as the stars,

But you've burned out like a candle,

All you left is this pain in my heart.

Death,

Why did you make love sour?

You turned my joy to mourning;

Where is the pillar behind me?

Why this emptiness of breath?

My angel,

Though your eyes are closed in death,

Your love still burn in my heart,

I wish you safe trip up to the air,

Always remember me up there. 

© VICFIK🖋️

Collectors Gonna Collect Me Someday

Wasted and wounded, I still adhere to wishing to be some new state

This country made his compatriots buried in the mud

This county slived hopeless ones until they broke into crumbles

This street has no vision, 

It’s useless to bond each shambles together, rife with unrecognizable blood stains and toils

No one can creep into the dragon’s nest and see the deflective meanings on his unsharpened teeth anymore

I’ll die here against my will, and I’ll stock myself in a pine box 

And collectors gonna collect me someday, so I’m not here to judge

Everyting’s primal, all the pride’s esteemed 

My gun sleeps like a hunter’s, my pleasure gets lost

My deeds are tangled, time lays in a deathbed

My loved ones are ghosts, slaying themselves and wearing skins 

I’m an antique sculpture that stan...

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Every little boy and girl -

Knows of The Man -

Even the bad ones -

(Especially the bad ones)

The Man goes from house to house-

Taking what you most desire -

He wears a dapper suit - black - of course-

And a tall top hat sporting a raven’s feather -

Close your eyes - do you see him?

Sporting a black cane-

Carrying it in the oddest fashion-

He smells of things below-

His hair is ink - his eyes are blue-

He’ll stop for anyone -

Just ask him to-

His favourite book is To Kill a Mockingbird-

As it should be-

No one knows where he belongs,

He doesn’t seem to - anywhere he goes -

Figure out the riddle -

And maybe you’ll meet him - too.

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When the Lark trills-

Her final song -

In the belly of the night-

Swathed in starlight-

Her voice rings out -

One last call -

Laying in a bed of lavender -

She falls silent -

In her ill state -

She makes out Master’s hand-

Reaching for her stilling form-

The darkness swells in her vision-

As she fades immediately.

Bloody Ash

Bloody Ash

Bloody Clowns in Boredom’s Circus

Clone each other’s Appearance and Tricks,

Multiplied are all-welcoming Sockets,

Where Eyes’re being scrambled in Mix

To prepared be after on Fire

Of enormous and devilish Heat:

Clownery supersedes the Desire –

Replicated to be after Split…

Age – Forgetfulness genuine Wishes

Brought in Imagery to memorize:

System pushes and System unleashes

Under Glass so reminding of Ice –

Of the Doomed one to melt and, avenging,

Pathway opening to mired Flesh;

Metamorphosis here arranging –

The Condition to turn Dirt in Ash…

Smile in Powder, glistening Lipstick –

Let us greet mocking Image of “Growth”:

Point of ...

Miles Awake

Miles Awake

Miles of the Stones,

Shadows of Shapes,

Show Path for Dawns,

Where Sunlight shakes

Twilight Denials,

Anguish of Nights:

Numbering Dials’s

Seemingly right!..

Seeming is lying –

Lying’s a Look

Into Denying,

Made by a Crook,

Into Oblivion

Doing in Rush:

In all that limping and

Wavering Lush,

Rages of Robberies,

Probing of Pride,

Cages for throbbing Grease,

Call to decide 

What will be moving next, –

Doing to make;

Now, where Decision rests,

Learn – and awake!..

Escape Mourned

Escape Mourned

To escape is to find

What was suffered as Lost:

To feel what grew in Mind

And to mind what’s felt most

To be mindful for Feelings,

Released in Control –

That’s the fiery Deal that is

Here to call!..

And to where escape –

Into Morning or Night –

Let decide flying Shape

Of ray burning of Light

That for Bearers born

First appear or last:

Let his Breath be adorned

In the Silence of Karst:

Silence, filled with unheard

Cries, and Ramble, and Groans,

Karst, where echoing Word

Hits through Evenings and Dawns,

Premonitions and Fears,

There wait to be turned

Into what will be Dear

For the Greeted – not Mour...

Something There

Something There

Something to say,

Someone to speak:

Here is May –

Might is a Stick,

Must is to have

To of “you could”:

Try to be brave –

Coward means Mood!..

Distance to jump:

What if right now

Air is dump,

Soil – after Plow

Sea – after Milk

Way of it passed;

Left before Blink

What was amassed!..

Life is a Core,

Death is a Shell –

Water them more,

Waitingly spell,

Prayingly curse,

Blessingly swear:

Crazy? – Of course!

Wisdom is there…