Wings of the Dragon

May 1, 2007, 3:45:59 AM by ~dragonmysts
Literature / Poetry / Spiritual / Traditional Fixed Forms

She looks far into the night
Her vision fathomless and sharp
A time of acceptance was near
Cosmic dew drops playing the harp

Each starry cluster blew whispers
Anticipating the gathering of tyme
Mere tips of wings visualised
By one whose name hides the Shrine

Mighty jewelled eyes of emerald
Raptured the crystals of the Keep
Of a sky so immense as to fill
Many of the universes so deep.

No Comments

Newest Deviations

Unfinished Journey Rip my heart
From my soul
Tear the thread
Which beholds
The lifeforce united
Bleeding from lies
My spirit broken
The connection diesUnfinished Journey by ~dragonmysts

Two Beats A light touch
Faint to the skin
Electrified in the aura
By the one known
As the light twin

A flourish of moments
Birthed by the spirit
Spread to the heart
By luminous memories
A heartbeat missed

A gaze held
Seconds in reality
Forever imprinted
By the connecting ribbon
Of two beats in dualityTwo Beats by ~dragonmysts

Exposure The most fearful of creatures
Woven in time snared,
Sleeps unsoundly amidst
The fires of her evolving nightmare

The prism protects from tainted brushes
With sorcery, a pungent scent
No human can initiate the spiral
Out of control and into the descent

The spirit child observes the calling
Many lives of full extent
The prism cracks as the white lighter
Smiles, and the book writes its own lament

She did not know the true purpose
It flashed in layers, coded and cloaked
The heart knew more than she could face
The mind an echo of a journey smoked

Out into the depths of the cosmos
Her soul fluctuated
By the missing thread
Exposure by ~dragonmysts

What is Truth Nothing is true, as it was retold
From village to village
The dark eye lied
From town to town
The poison ran freely
From city to city
It sniggered gleefully

Nothing is false, when faced with the truth
From campsite to campsite
The shadow became sleuth
From shelter to shelter
The bones were aligned
From cave to cave
They transformed in a hive

Nothing is grey, when told what to do
From family to family
The power acrues
From mother to son
The word is known
From father to daughter
The spore is spun

Nothing is certain, when death appears
From race to race
Fear births fear
From culture to culture
The dawn rarely showsWhat is Truth by ~dragonmysts

Browse Gallery

Favourites

The Tardis by ~Steve2032

Not Alone by *Wirikos

bebop fever dream summer Bebop fever dream summer,
showers of notes fall like a summer storm
drops of transient whimsey like rain, hammering
on the floor of the empty, seared white desert.
And in the heat, fey madness seeping in through every pore
to transmute my soul, i dream of you.

Oh, my angel.
A cherubim thou wast, a princess of radient Faery also.
Though all beauty is ephemeral, you, the joy
and the delight of my soul made manifest
shall never fade, but delight, forever and for always.

Dance with me, my fairy bride,
amidst a glade of looming trees and Whitman grass
and the decadent excess of the hungry, enraptured flesh.
I will sing the tune,bebop fever dream summer by ~Nminuspi

New Palace 2..... Kolhapur by ~kios18

Browse Favourites

Watchers

*Door26

Where has time gone

Apr 15, 2008, 3:58:44 AM by ~dragonmysts
Journals / Personal

Time, now that's a subjective topic. Something's changing in the wind and if it keeps going at this speed, I may very well miss the stop sign. Directional change and stepping off the cliff can be invigorating, here's hoping for a great leap in creativity to compliment it.

1 Comment

Mood: Optimism
Listening to: dog snoring
Reading: ancient egyptian texts
Watching: -
Playing: -
Eating: -

More Journal Entries

deviantID

No deviantID yet.

Devious Info

Current Residence: Melbourne, Australia
Interests: Painting, Writing, Reading, Archeoastronomy, Ancient History, Spirituality
Favourite movie: Stargate, Avatar, Clan of the Cave Bear
Favourite band or musician: Too many really - Pink Floyd, Dylan, Zepplin..
Favourite genre of music: Hard Rock, Alternative, Instrumental, Meditative
Favourite artist: Arthur Boyd, Brett Whitely, William Turner,
Favourite poet or writer: Phillip Dick, Arthur C Clarke, Stephen King, Marion Bradley to name a few.......
Favourite photographer: Ken Done
Favourite style of art: Romanticism
Personal Quote: Does my bum look big in this?
Tools of the Trade: Whatever does the job!