Ablution The Mind's muse is now sundered,Ablution by ~Raven-of-Lazarus
Each splinter gone into the void,
No beginning to speak of,
No resolution in silk.
I wander down long corridors,
Black as the eye of Hades,
Red as Hitler's bloody tongue,
Lapping Jew from Europe's bosom.
Riding above the brambles,
In the fading graveyard's grove,
Earth is a shroud of bony cloth,
Stroked by Luna's barren hands.
The hole in the mesh is filled,
Childhood adventures past the gates,
Peace amongst the rutted stones.
Like drops in a spider's web,
Memories hang from my fingers,
Traces of years long since passed.
I have melted them into
Ingots of gold in the Mind's fire,
The neuron
Vision of Perfection Fair is she who with good graceVision of Perfection by ~nicholaslee
Would lay a hand upon my face
And speak to me in soothing tones
To settle all my cries and moans
Bright indeed the shining eyes
Of she who wanders free of ties
To walk the world yet comes to see
The value in my company
Soft and sweet and kind the lips
That gently press on fingertips
To place a kiss upon my cheek
And make the darkness seem less bleak
Soft and lovely is the sound
Of voice to turn my heart around
And fascinate with every word
In melodies that must be heard
Creamy is the silken skin
That holds the boundless spirit in
Yet radiates the light no less
And calls it forth with each car
Sta.sh
. Appreciated! 
