blinding white
soft mist
stinging fog
cold, sterile
peaceful, serene
ambiguousness of life
encased
in black on white
on gray twilight
how i wish
for cold to
close my eyes
to let mother nature
cover me in a blanket
of contradictions


the cloud-white light... the cloud-white lightthe cloud-white light... by ~Night-Phoenix
filters down onto the
sweeping fields below
illuminating the clear farmhouses to a degree
that makes it understandable why Mao thought
that peasants were the answer
an evanescent bear turns
into a tv watching tweety
bobbing gently above the
green, green fields that would cause anyone to want to
run on into infinity, 24,902 miles away and again
if only the crops weren't waist deep
a plane breaks through
into the pauses of blue
and back into the bubbles
and soon, encased in a bus with wings
i'll fly with the bears and birds in the
bubbly bath ocean up high over the forever fields
steady as a stream be


Dark Lady The spindly blue light goes awayDark Lady by ~Night-Phoenix
Into the room comes the King of Spades
Who stands back huddled in the corner
And slowly, but ever so surely fades
The moon looks on through open blinds
Helplessly observing the havoc laid
By the dancing and acrobatics
As her shadow children play
There is no smell in the air
Hear the skitter, scatter, skeet
Who is standing there, invisible
Like the cockroach's flitting feet
She has come with curls of gold
Acid eyes glitter maliciously
With her smile, wide and white
And painted eyebrows arched viciously
Subtle is her evil air
But I know where her dagger hides
Within a hand of porcelain


if only i wanna create something beautifulif only by ~Night-Phoenix
with the brightness of the sun, stars and moon
all in one, glowing bright and twinkling
like the trail of a faerie flying by
little dandelions puffs tickling
the eyes, skin, mind
silver mist swirling in
serpentine patterns,
causing vertigo of the mind
falling into the lush pit of description
another wave of adjectives rushing in
and the rhythm rain falling
plink plonk ping
like glass dropping on pavement
shattering into a million pieces
creating a glimmering pathway
towards a city on a hill
where time is packaged in syllables
moments preserved at the peak of freshness
in pure essence
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