Raw becomes the plight of my exisrence, only to fade into darkness. (c) Copyright, Kiki Stamatiou, 2016 Advertisements
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
The years unfold in the mist of my Teary eyes. I’ve been longing for the tides to carry Me off into the oceans body; however, They only bring me back to the shore. I’m the song you used to sing. Tear down this brick wall. I wish to be overcome by the moonlight. … More The Plighted Star
I dream a misty blue Around the crevices of my Eyes. Your candor does not exceed Any relic the past offered me; Nor does it offer comfort in Times of duress. All the winds blow against My cold flesh. I recall your lion’s den Surrounding me with stale Air. For there … More The Lion’s Den
Sending his spirit through the clouds, his eyes remain transfixed on mine. I can see his gentle heart glowing a vibrant gold. For there is a fire burning within him guiding the lost toward the realm of heaven. For he is a man precluding hope. (c) Copyright, Kiki Stamatiou, 2017