PsychedelicEmperor

When I start to worry, you'll say that its all right and when you start to shiver, I'll warm you in the night 'neathe sparkling cosmic diamonds of a winter twilight sky two hearts afire, entwined in blissful union, you and I your angelic auburn tresses and tender loving caresses have smoothed the jagged edges of my soul and though I may contest it, in truth, you do profess it each day brings us closer to our goal I love you

Last mid-night midst clashing thunder Veiling creeping crashing slumber upon me did perchance to creep as sable spirits brought forth sleep //come up with rest of poem, insert here in wake atop my furrowed bed lost in muttered words unsaid fantasy and waking weighed reaching, grasping smoke and shade

On winter nights when the pale moonlight has frozen in the heavens I sit, wrapped in warming indolence, underneath the blood red sky Weightless crystals cover me in a pall of flawless white How I love the snow…so cold, so pure In the wintertime, no unclean thing is permitted to live The insects have perished; the reeking swamps of summer have frozen over This is my paradise My legs are buried under the snow, but I do not mind I think only of the icy black lake Nothing stirs the waters in this season, save the mightiest of the fish Cold blood is so confusing The snowdrifts have covered my chest Each breath that flows into my l

Night's fall coats the field in darkness as The great black cannon groans Under the weight of its task. Wheels grind into slick mud, squishing As the shell escapes with a Rumbling blast That echoes through the still night air In the far end of the plain, Soldiers wait in their trenches A wafting pot of coffee delights their Mud-flecked noses On the horizon, a fire flash is glimpsed They return to their coffee, hardened By the routine rigors Of this Great War. Elsewhere The shell flies high and straight Whistling, screaming As it rends the air And reaching its zenith, Pauses in time to decide Then hurtles down towards ea

Icy nights in the northern cart paths, he Glares always at the starstreak light waves unholy Blackness skyvault expanse yawns above grass Trod brittle bootstrides frosty cart tracks slalom Left and lefter round great pine tree feeds Frigid airscape fit for lungs.  Lugs carts, the Cart-man pulls it ever alone no beast To aid him due to danger, hidden Malice in the snowbanks hear the hunting Howl of demons clad in wolf skin yellow Eyes watch close for weakness in the windswept Blackened backdrop, while the snow plays down slow Motion as they swarm the path no mercy For the human given or respected

Raised my visor to the roar of the crowd Sun reflected in soft blown sand My foe and I, as one we bowed Before the Emperor's outstretched hand The bright clash of steel went forth from the fray As we slashed and parried and circled about And our tempers did surely run hot that day Only matched by the fear and the long burning doubt In triumph I wielded my blade on the right And a large squarish shield as ward on the left The shining bronze helmet restricted my sight As my foe's steel stabbed in a strike far too deft to dodge. Run through by the thrust Inaudible murmurs ooze through my ears Blood-stuck, I stumble Amidst a buz

Have you seen those verdant places? Flowers, crops in fertile spaces Flattest land for miles around And countless droves of cows abound From dawn till dusk they chew and graze And stand transfixed with vacant gaze Much like the folk who live nearby Visitors shake heads and sigh. The till of fields, the neighing horse All of these receive due course Down in the dale where most reside Content to toil aside their kin They never lose and never win. Down in the dale where none make haste And see their lives oft come to waste The very thought of peaks send fright Through each and every mediocrite For "Peaks", the people love to sa