Voltaire84

Capricious moments of unrivaled mirth Meshed into a thriving century of archaic utopia Only to reveal the dark truth of compromise and complacency Corroding the underbelly of our realm of dreams No longer do the dreamers walk freely in their whimsical daze Instead homunculi and machines churn away all that was But even amongst such dread the pristine moments still exist The capricious moments of unrivaled mirth

My dear laconic lover decided to cut my heart out? my blood spewed forth in a perpetual wave of tyrannical anguish as my vision of this trite little world of yours began to blur I remembered your short sited vicissitudes and with my last breath I spat in your face

The stars up above Judging us down bellow As we destroy our neighbors In order to build a bigger yard Forget our humanity In order to be a dime richer Than that guy across the aisle In that posh little store Become our worst nightmares As we raid and pillage But the stars up above are watching As we make fools of ourselves

A dark rose in a dreary field Sang whimsically in the moonlight As freezing rain fell from above Providing a perpetual drumbeat The melancholic wind echoed The whimsical song far beyond This dreary field bringing an odd Mix of whimsical notes above melancholic beats The song was echoed out Towards a small and lonely town Where an old man sat silently On a creaking bench of days before As the mixture of notes caught his ear A nostalgic tear fell from his eye As he was reminded of his long forgotten youth And he breathed in his last breathe in peace

Gracing the distant shores of the eternal lake Nostalgic flowers of a past era Archaic memories of forgotten childhoods Playing long forgotten esoteric games Beyond the fields of Aphrodite Where long lost romances Blossom in the eternal brilliance Of Odin’s remaining eye Beyond the enchanted woods of the Vanir Where friendships worn thin by time and space Settle down to branch off in the twilight Of stars that burned out millennia ago Lies our next adventure

A thousand broken tempests Darkening the onerous sky With their nihilistical hubris The storms of our dark century But only a single drop of rain fell Descending from the highest heaven Onto out barren plain of existence And from that single drop Our entire civilization arose From the ashes of your wanton lunacy The brilliant star to illuminate the world Through the dark ages of ignorance And the callous inferno of apathy Now we gaze upon this beacon of hope Rediscovering our forgotten dreams of yesteryear

Your hypocritical façade of mirth Crumbles slowly in the sun’s light Where we can all see your decadent despair Hiding through a cloak of materialistic excess But your cloak has worn thin Through the years of deception And callous disregard to your heart Which now beats on forgotten memories Of who you once were Before the world swept that away Many winters ago

Nostalgic tears dropping on the cold ice During the last winter of our youth The last true gift from the lords above Before we discard it for a shiny coin

The truculent rain poured down from the far reaching heavens Its’ callous cold drenching through my disheveled hair I stood listless over my erstwhile grave A sense of dark foreboding swept through my spine A glimmer of moonlight seeped through the all encompassing clouds As a distant thrust of lightning illuminated the abandoned graveyard My stoic eyes caught hold of the hole I clawed myself through In order to escape the realm of Osiris and his hounds A dreary mist encompassed my surroundings As if a thousand ghosts danced their eternal dance I breathed in my first breath of fresh air in an age It tasted of unbridled corrup

The innocuously whimsical lovers embraced Hidden in their quixotically halcyon realm Far away from the pugnacious nationalists With their thousand different tongues And their thousand different faiths Their minatory alacrity to tear each others flesh Bleeding profusely over a minute detail of theology But the whimsical lovers embraced tighter still Fully embracing this transient moment known as life The brilliant blossom of Idun’s spring As the sirens of Hiroshima came once again And their flesh was singed off by the blast But their whimsical souls embraced even tighter Calling back the brilliant blossom of Idun’s sprin

I heard you smiled today And I found myself lost in a memory Of the future and the way That all our cards were gonna play out. Your ace up your sleeve was nothing Nothing but a little game to you. I'm not sure I care Though I'm still fine to stand and stare At everything as it all goes by: At the catch in your voice And the way we shake hands As we pass in the street, Just like two strangers who know Everything about each other. I can walk away slowly Because I don't wanna run. Holding my head above the waves In this draught upon the shore. Somehow I don't really care, Not anymore. Just because it's you. And you, for some

I find truth only in the dust that coats the books I read I do not see the literature as a collection of words But a variety of opinions and beliefs that transcend the obvious pen and paper In the truest form of poetry, are we expressing what is, what was, or what will be? We dance around ideas as if we were ballet dancers Shaky on our legs at first, yet stronger as we go Colt's legs soon collapse upon first standing Yet we have found our legs in false accusations Can we stand before the Guardians and proclaim to his perfect society That our falsifications are justifiable? Would we live in that perfect state that allows us to be the

can't remember being so tired but i close my eyes waiting for the sunrise, to wait a little more so i'm back in your arms

Moonlight creeps over sandy stone And salty waves stroke the beach The quiet calamity in her heart Pounds against her like a Pagan drum beat Each frightened step brings her closer to her fate And a gentle breeze erases her tracks The voice that plays on the base of her neck Mockingly whispers, "Come to me. Find me." So she travels down the path of all she hates "Come to me. Find me." In the darkness, she is whole Safe in an inky blanket She barely notices the flickering flames That cast an ambler glow on her bare skin And beside him, she finds a seat under his stare Silence comes, and a knowing chill befalls them His whimsical

Sometimes at night, I cry for you I long for your voice And I hug the pillows instead of you Sometimes at night, I wish for you I pray you'll change your mind And come back to me Sometimes at night, I remember I keep those memories in my grasp And never let them go But sometimes at night, I know I know that in the end, you love yourself more than me And that could never work Most importantly, sometimes I hate myself I can't stand the way I still wait for you And I know that it will take forever to regain my balance It's the messages I send and the phone calls I make Hoping you'll realize what you're doing But knowing that you

I can't bring myself back Like I can't bring you back. This is final, infinite, eternal. I can't get rid of your face I can't hide from your eyes And I can't help but feel guilty. I can't find the words to cry And I don't know why.

Let me hide my face In your free champagne Until the bubbles burn my eyes And the neon lights distract. We swing from the rafters slipping, slipping, slipping into a false sense of security For 2 seconds of sanity.