Oh sweet Melancholy, Muse of all that is holy
Gracing the regrets of actions past
Beguiling desires that are not meant to last
I surrender to your bitter insidious glory.
The deceased beast of Sentiment lays in the gutter,
I traded a sinner for a martyr, and all i got was a lifeless pattern.
To tell a truth of blood and wine
Takes tears of liquid steel and a lazy tongue
Clenched fists, holding on to a hope that fades
Into the grave, sieving through the cracks like fine sand
I kissed your mind and our souls collided.
So I’ll give you to the count of three,
‘Til you think of me.
I awake; eyes open wide, ears pierced back, I lay still for a while and take in the damp dense air.
It smells like victory tonight.
I creep; silently, dauntingly, down the roof and over the lines of fences in the deadest hour of the night.
It is now my moment to thrive.
I search; in utter stealth, clandestinely for the gifts of the dark. I am omniscient and dominantly alone to reap the rewards of the nth life.
The clouds come down again to covet the evil,
In spirals they descend, raging and rattling, heavy as the rain they bear.
Splice us up in Sin-shine
Immerse us down to drown
Unhinged to depths unknown
Blow kisses against the wind.
Don’t bend the truth to be kind.
And so they floated, high, soaring the midnight starry sky
Above skyscrapers, fumes and sins of yore
Faith vested, lies exposed and tested
Beliefs of lesser men in the dark, feeling worn.
Title: From the Skulls to the Stars, and all the in between.
– From Death to Eternity, and all the in between is Life. The Life we choose.
Claim: Let us make the hypothesis that Dracula was in the know: “The blood is the Life.”
Assumption? I assume that: The Bones is Death, and the Spirit is Eternity.
Conclusion: Do not fear death, for it is the stimulant of our vitality and fuels an ardent desire for the Life. Do not ignore Life, for it is what will enrich our soul and galvanize our Spirit for Eternity.
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‘No time.’ For something as perpetual as time, it’s so contradictory to never have enough.
Time is one of the few perpetual notions that humans have identified as part of our own need to comprehend life. The universe, the world, our world, our existence is shaped around time. Antiphon the Sophist has said that “…time is not a reality (hypostasis), but a concept (noêma) or a measure (metron)”; a concept to help us bring a metric order to Chaos, with the general consensus relating to its introduction being after the Big Bang.
It is intangible, it is relentless, it only moves forward. The glory of the present moment only lasts for a fragment of time, and each moment is experienced for its brief existence, then it belongs in the past and a new present one takes it place. A continuous sequence of present moments, that creates its relative sequence of moments-of-gone, leaving a trail of events called ‘Past’ behind for the little Hansels and Grettels to find in the ‘Woods of Forever’.
Helen Marie Joyce 
