Secundus Journey

  FAVONIUS Every servant needs a master, For they are the aster. With each petal comes wisdom, With wisdom comes solidity. 'Tis yet another sunny meadow that I witnessed—     While a young boy sat at the very cliff, Surrounded with asters, was he a servant or a master? As long as the wind remained, he was safe from the disaster. "Ah, so you have arrived" chuckled the young lad, "Truly we are ill-fated then, are we not?" Perhaps he knew, knew that my coming Was a herald of the doom forthcoming. We can be the gods in our lives' gardens, Once the fence is gone, the valor hardens. But the cliff— to believe in such an hopeful existence?     I say, his mind was long gone, Such persistence is a gateway to resistance that demands assistance craving consistence! As my soul, tainted, grew stronger standing next to him, His clouds grew grim, yet he kept smiling. A question to be asked, I allowed, His brothers, why are they covered in hollow shroud? Every servant needs ...

LUS̸̫̟̺̣̍̒T  Hidden beneath a cave remains a child, Glimmering light, his community to be reviled. A foolish struggle, give in to the dark, As sane as it is, the beast ends the spark. "Dear child, are you hungry? Would you devour the aroma humbly?" Among the visitors of the cave, Was it looking for a craving or a slave? Many times had this cave visitors, None burnt the path as an inquisitor. The cave was dark, the skin ablaze, Innocent soul had a body to praise. Turned against the child, the cave was hungry, Had his limbs torn apart humbly. The feast had just begun, Morality left the stage for none. Child gone, cave hungry, a melting voice, Remains of a child, his prayers devoiced. Thus, a replacement was to be created, Summoning of a beast was fated. Skin became flesh, claws so fresh, A miraculous feast, tamed in créche. Crumbling beneath, joy to be threshed, If not the souls, fleshes to be meshed. Hush now beast, the hunt is on, Shocking to none, two hell spawn, To devour a...

Sorrow Crowgod by Apterus  A blessing we all thought it was, Riddled us with a childish cause. Such theatrics, worthy of an applause, All was in harmony, now in dust. Before Sorrow came the Joy. Filled us with joy the young boy, Ah, what years he would enjoy, If he hadn't seen the drawers of the highboy. One drawer revealed the another, Such plague could even kill the earth mother. Blimey, such beauty to claim! No room to shame, I am to blame. The young boy was a dweller, Finding beauty in a wine cellar. Is it your strongest suit to have your love in dispute? One tear flooded the heart, Yet it couldn't take our sins apart. My dear Joy, lost its harmony, Whipped with hatred, burnt in ash, Memories made a splash. An angel it was, Joy was no more, His wings were only sore. The face he once used to embrace, Melted into a cup for her to drink. Capturing his remains, a gullible chase, Joy became Sorrow, her wings now inked. No face, yet he could scream, Was it his nightmare or her dr...

  Rejuvenation "The Rape of Proserpina" by Gian Lorenzo Bernini A vessel long shattered, A mind long tethered, The hanged man seeks no blood, For thy eyes he is a mere man.   Like veins, we shall meet, Yet, corruption within a seed. Long dead heart, a plausible act, Life essence is nothing but abstract.   Hollow eyes, the devil’s eyes, The cold hungers, the man dies. Stare into void in gladness, If void stares back, descend into madness.   O’ high priestess, coalescence, For merely you two are one. Rejuvenate and spare your breath, Shall you witness his death.   To rejuvenate by thy hand, Is to meet God, grand. If the final curtain were to fall, Then all blood, a desperate call. Who would dare to cut the Black Hand? Then all void, a desirable end.

 Al Renkli Balerin Ayakkabısı The Celestians - Cosmic art by Clayshaper Aralanan bembeyaz perdeler ardından, Bakan bir kuş misali çırpınan, Gözlerdi. Ve anlamsız güne cümbüş misali, Renk katan seslerin edası, Canandı. Ve bembeyaz ayakkabılarıyla, Geçti beyaz balerin, şimdi uzağımda. Anlamsız yollarda buluşurken Tanışmış iki yabancının sarılışı gibi Sıcaktı. Ve yeşilliğin altına saklanmış gibi, Renklerden kaçan bir çocuk gibi, Uzaktı. Ve bembeyaz ayakkabılarıyla, Geçti beyaz balerin, şimdi uzağımda. Heyecanlanan bir çocuğun ardından, Artık solmuş bir hatıraydı kahrından, Güzeldi. Ve sıcak bir yıldızın kayışı gibi, Unutulmak istenmeyen bir ağrıydı, Kayıptı. Ve bembeyaz ayakkabılarıyla, Geçti beyaz balerin, şimdi uzağımda. Kayıp buluşmalar ve sahneler ardından, İzlerken kaybolan bir şairin hatırasıydı. Armağandı. Fakat armağanlar ölümsüzdü, Yeni hatıralar ise yoktu. Seyircisizdi. Ve bembeyaz ayakkabılarıyla, Geçti beyaz balerin, şimdi uzağımda. Ve sıçradı balerin, Her sıçrayışında, Af...

 Heart Nexus Bellus - Anastasia Heublein The craving for the enlightening Answers of questions I am seeking Like a gateway our paths crossed One for salvation, other for destruction. A heart witnessing you has stopped, Yet the hours has passed. As the earth beneath us welcomed, We were like children under the sun. Thus I've mistaken your wings, To avoid the horror brought by the springs. I had to ask, was I alone then, When we held hands in our den? The smile that heathens up our hearts,     that brings children to light,     that melts the shadow curtain was a craving I fathomed, thus fastened. Heart's craving is to be many, yet you appeared to give any. A hand and an eye to a heart, Did a lover have to be torn apart? When the sun left, bleaching your wings, A darkness shroud surrounds us. The nexus that held together the things, Concusses, exposing the vein and pus. The beating heart, now disconnected, Thus left the nexus neglected. But the choir you have sile...

Işıltılı Sahnenin Parçalanmış Sanatçısı   Evet Judy, şov devam etmeli. Tıpkı bir hafta önceki gibi parlayan sahnenin ve onu hayranlıkla karşılayan gözlerin ihtiyacını gidermek için sahnene çık. Bu seni sen yapan yegâne şey. Işık sonsuz, şarkıların ise sayısız. Şüphesiz sahnenin tozunu attıracak ve yine alkışları toplayacaksın Judy. Sen ünlüsün Judy ve sahne seni çağırıyor. Yaşamın derinliğini sorguladığımızda bir anlam cümbüşü ortaya çıkıyor ve yaşam elimize aldığımız kum taneleri gibi elimizden akıp gidiyor. Bazılarımız kum tanelerinin akışına kapılıp kendileri de kum tanelerine dönüşüyor ve parçalanıyor. Bazılarımız ise kum tanelerinin sıcaklığını ellerinde hissediyor ve kum tanelerinin ellerinde bıraktığı sıcaklığa odaklanıyorlar. Aslında her iki grup da belirli perspektiflerden bakıldığında hayatlarını yaşıyorlar. Bazıları hayatla birlikte çürüyor ve yok oluyor, bazıları ise hayatın izleriyle yaşıyor ve onu beraberinde taşıyorlar. Bugün bu yazımda belki de ona sunulan dünyada t...