Raw becomes the plight of my exisrence, only to fade into darkness. (c) Copyright, Kiki Stamatiou, 2016 Advertisements
Too bold in eyes; yet, ill in heart, My treasure trove empties in Quake the morrow. You table your truth, a meek desire To fish out a drifter, and break his Geyser. Is there no measure the songs unsung, To bathe sorrows in earthen cavities? Pearls break from their fold, a driven storm Go sunder, … More My Treasure Trove Empties
My whims go creeping, Leaving my heart a flutter. Roaring winds deafen the Silence. Paved heart grows weary By a troubled brook. Sparrow cry out to the Lord, “Can I ask you a question? Why does not the sun burn My heart? Where are lost melodies I used to sing?” Days burn into years slipping … More Deafened By The Silence
Time drifts against the cold winds. My hands cry out from a chill vengeance Bore until them. Is there a dream where I can go to for Escape from frosty air? Memory blasts its way through the blockade, only to become me in fierce eyes burning. I’m calibrated, but no warmth comes to an email … More Time Drifts Against The Cold Winds
I’m lit by fire burning in your pulse. Whisper to me your secrets, and I will weld them into my heart. Festering plague drowns your sorrows; yet, the spirit gets lost in untidy halls. Cobwebs fill my mind. I delve into my dream state where I tear them down. The more I wave out my … More Whisper To Me Your Secrets
Whisper in my ears, Grandeur lying in wait. I unfold earthly bodies Draped in your yellowish Blanket. Rows of evergreen align my path. An angel appears in the mist. Extending his arms outward, I delve into them. We absorb holistic light Ascending into heaven. For I’m now one.
The drums beat on in my head. Isolation consumes the pangs In my heart. They feed on the Lord’s Vespers. With every word breathed from Hollow songs, Tithes burn within me for as long As soulful melodies echo along Bashful trees waving their limbs At me to say, “Hello.” Fortitude is the longevity He … More The Drums Beat On In My Head
During the evening I sit up in my bed, reading a book. I drift off into the realm of dreams Horizons bleed out into my visions. For the memories they entail will Wash away remnants of the past. Ring, ring, ring into my ears with Your somber voice. Tickle the keys enabling words To flow … More Allegiance To Lordly Light