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The Vagrant’s Note

Emotions, sensations
Food for thoughts
Unravels in relations
A dish served best cold

Just a scream within the noise
A girl with a golden crown
In this life you’re given a choice
To carry on or stay down.

You know it all
We know that already
And what shall
Go wrong will do so.

Passive, aggressive
Secretly manipulative
Needy and impulsive
Existence that’s invasive.

This isn’t the response awaited
Not the wings you need
When everything’s incongruent
Best find out its meaning.

You know it all
We know that already
And what shall
Go wrong will do so.


Softly bathe me in your fire
Purify all of my desires
From that touch of your silk skin
To the infinites of my own being.

Afflicted by the reality of this realm
I run and hide under your wings
You intone so delightful and so calm
You redefine the elements of being.

Touch me with your fiery fingertips
Confine me within your golden halo
Just to feel your glow and warmth
I promise to never let go.

Slowly submerge me in your fire
To distill all of my desires
Just a kiss from your holy lips
And a shake of those wicked hips.

Aggrieved by the cruelty of this world
I run to cover behind your tail
Your chant’s so pleasant and so poised
You redefine the fundaments of one’s self.

Caress me with your blazing hands
Restrain me within your angel horns
Just to feel your glow and warmth
With you I always go strong.

Ignis, significant to my singing
You signify my everything…


She came into the room without knocking on the door
Just like she has done a million times before
She came in like flame, burning on the floor
Looking all innocent but we know what she has in store.

Must be cold in here
You’re shaking all over
Dripping from the hair
Too young to be sober.

Porcelain girl, wearing her small doll dress
Silky night gown, she’s being a seductress.

Too fragile for the great fall
When it hits ground, it breaks
Cutting off her flesh, her heart
Blurring in all of her other scars…

She clung onto me like an insect against a flytrap
A startling response, I just couldn’t react
Her arms and legs tight around my body
She’s never liked her father but she’s calling me “daddy”.

Must be hot in here
She’s dropping her robe
Thinking; is it love or fear?
Too young just to cope.

Porcelain girl, feeling awkward in her own skin
Insecurity ingrown, she seems to be hurting.

Too fragile for the great fall
When it hits ground, it breaks
Cutting off her flesh, her heart
Blurring in all of her other scars…

Invisible to the eye
I don’t see you as such
Confusion is such a lie
Coercing you to rush.

Just to give in to the passion
Just to see another’s reaction
She’s in the dangerous position
Where succumbing suffices to the occasion.



Distance is tearing us, my darling
Distance is killing us, my dear
And the weather is getting colder
Since I don’t have you lying here
And if I have to wait one more minute
One more hour, one more day
For you to come back to my arms
To my life, to this house, to our bed
To this place we call our home
You might find me old, tired, confused
And probably already dead
By the time of your return
You might find me lying lifeless
You might find me diseased
Cause every second that passes
My heart keeps drowning
My heart keep sinking in
Into the ocean of my very own lonely tears
And I need you darling
Yes, I need you dear
I need you right now, right here.

So come rushing in through that door
I cannot wait for you anymore
Cause I’m slowly slipping,
Softly crawling on the floor
Minute after minute
Little by little letting go
In the beach of our memories
Sitting by the shore
As I ache for your return
My skin begins to burn
My thoughts they turn
In and out and all around
And all I want to be
For you my darling
For you my love
Is be prepared and beautiful
Have the strength
To break this vicious cycle
To come across the other side
Safe and sound
To find peace within this inner storm
For when you come home.

So what are you waiting for?
What is it making you take so long?
While I’m here desperately waiting
Passing time alone
In this, our bedroom
Our sacred shelter,
where our love belonged
So here I hear only the wind whistling
The tick tock
of the hands of the clock
That for you it hasn’t stopped
Not like I’ve had
So as I press onto this message
And I write the final lines
Of this unusual, intricate, poetic prose
I ask you more directly
Have you come to your senses?
What do you have to say in your defense?
Is this the end?
I think I see the rolling credits
As they play that trailer song
So come on and tell me
That this is not so
Come rushing in, my dear
Come back to me, my darling
You have until the morning
You have before the sun.


Posted: September 1, 2016 in Artsy Poetry, Enigmatic Poetry
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Magnus Fantasia
Element of Opus Gracie
Paces of Andante
Drench in Avant-Garde.

Sirens dreaming of dry land
As they swim in the deep blue sea
At night, sailing to distant ships
Singing; “s’il vous plait, marin, prends ma main”

Natura Epiphyllum
In Tempo Moderato
A Flos de Roseus
In Adagio to Grave.

Titans slumber in the mountains
As they dream in their deep ethereal sleep
At times, it seems like they’re waking
Screaming; “πεινάω, θέλω να φάνε”

Wrote this last night. Felt the muse in me.

Nautical Voyage

One more star passes us by
In the galaxy of our dreams
Where we sleep in sparks
And we fall like meteorites.

Into the atmosphere
From the big black gap
Grabbed by the magnetic field
Pulled in by gravity.

What once lied above
Now cries bellow
On the dark side of love
Is where you find fear.

There in the mud
Where the tears of the clouds
Meet the bottom ground
And the roots bestowed upon.

We were once satellites
Orbiting around the sun
Two celestial bodies
That dreamt about earth.

We were snow flakes
In the winter storm
We would hug nature
And never let go.

What once lied in us
Now hides under
From the dark inside of clouds
It rains and thunders.

There in the muck
Where two figures take shape
Down on the bottom ground
Where the roots are bestowed upon.

The green and the brown
Paints such a magical color
Like fruits that are grown
With an intrinsical flavor.

On this, our nautical voyage
We go through these asteroid rings
Across the torrents of space debris
We’ve survived the geomagnetic disturbance
And now we find ourselves safe and appease.

We are not ordinary chondrites
We are cosmic jewels carved by Father Sky
We are children brought in by Gaia
To live off of this planet’s elemental nuclei.

Feather and Inkblot

For me, trying to explain this to you is like riding a midnight carousel
It goes on and on, spinning around, until I get nothing but motion sick once more
And your words in self-defense are faster than any speeding bullet
Piercing through all the layers of the muscles in my chest and into my very core
We could go back and forth about how sorry I am and how wrong I have been
Next time I need to remind not to shake your bottle to make it fizzy
‘Cause like I tell my friends before jumping onto one those silly rotary things
Why do I need to pay a cent just to make myself nauseous and dizzy?

But from any angle that I see, you’re simply beautiful
So don’t get mad and down with the silent treatment
I swear my incite- in the -ment is just meant for me to lie wishful
But in case you got lost in the wits of it, let me be of enlightenment.

If I ever inflate my ego in a way that I’d go out of this realm floating
You’re allowed to throw darts at my head, enough to bring me down again
Yes, if I ever lose my whole mind and I speak out lines of insincerity
There’s a thing you can always count on, and that’s the law of gravity.

Pull me back, pull me back to you love
I don’t wish to stay bellow, nor above
But in the center, in the middle with you
Where two become one and one becomes two.

So if by any chance I short a fuse
And start acting like there’s something wrong in my circuitry
If by any chance I become obtuse
And begin behaving out of irrational fear and utter insecurity
Don’t ever let go of my rope
I might need it at the end to reel myself back in onto the knot
Don’t ever give up hope, on me love
‘Cause it is most certain that this going is circles, sooner than later, will come to a stop.

You’re the lava lamp lighting the way of my thoughts
Looking so damn cool, while keep my eyes gawking at you
I know that some days we have it easy, others we have it rough
But I’m damn sure we’ll stick together and make it through.

‘Cause from any angle that I see; you’re simply beautiful
So don’t get down and even with an upcoming vengeful plot
I swear my incite- in the -ment is just meant for me to lie wishful
I am the feather at hand and you’re the ink that draws the blot
In case you got lost in the wits of it, let me be clearer,
You’re the words that compose a poem, the tune that builds up a song
And without you my story would be blank and meaningless
‘Cause our hearts become the pages in which all of our love’s written on.