The death of poetry Prompts

The death of poetry, hyperrealist landscape

No matter how hard you try Our life is short Don't hide futile songs in notes Poison will soon consume our bodies Death is inevitable It cannot be avoided Miniature Autumnal Scenes by Claude Monet and Filippo Lippi

the last era of poetry before guns take over.

After Strip light and bend it, twist it until mirrors on crumbled walls show who you are. This was never a dream nor fantasy but oh so cold reality of a harsh October rain. Because stone withers does not mean what was printed was false Still and always I will cherish what beauty that could be saved. Still I will shiver like butterfly wings when the first morning light paints a new world.

ceased are the bells in the eternal flame, the sirenic afterthought of perished hope, as archangels snicker in humble conceit

Passed Memories As they cry, muted, colourless dreams pour into holes ripped in my fabric of life. Closer to forever as can be though still oblivious of a destiny stronger than the foundations of that of words, but then words spoken too soon, like music poor of passion, die, while beauty mourns what could have been. Where I came from I don't know as my snowy path from times long gone in others memories now serve.

"Sometimes there is no darker place than our thoughts, the moonless midnight of the mind."

Evade the rain Ancient beyond the grasp of even the Gods love can never die but tainted still live. Prints of irreversible steps we took so proud knowing life is short but the journey long, remain now and until we die a story written with stolen time. Where we started lie that once broken circle, Whole and hard as steel daring us to endure what greater souls could not. To break it is another memory to battle while a moon of ghostly white slaves around our sleepy earth. No answer satisfies what feels like endless flocks of thoughts and I wear the loss of you like battle scars without honour. Behind armour the warrior untouchable seems and illusions remain alive. Still, choose this I did not but then neither did you; though dream we did all the same. In face of fate small we seem and more so while her hands guide our steps one final time. Likewise regret, like trying to evade the pouring rain, is a wish made in vain.

Imaginations of their eyes, For one that was like woman made Before their sleepy eyelids ran And trembling with her passion said, ‘Come out and dig for a dead man, Who’s burrowing somewhere in the ground, And mock him to his face and then follow him on with horse and hound, For he is the worst of all dead men.’ Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene.

The Death

Imaginations of their eyes, For one that was like woman made Before their sleepy eyelids ran And trembling with her passion said, ‘Come out and dig for a dead man, Who’s burrowing somewhere in the ground, And mock him to his face and then follow him on with horse and hound, For he is the worst of all dead men.’ Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene.

Towers refuse to bid farewell the last hand in the first ending, teasing red skies that let shadows black hang down as if they were leafs of sin.

Eternity Among mortals he was God, among Gods supreme! his words bent time, reality one wish away. Many nights he stayed blinded from the light of day. Mortals walk his earth burdened with the lack of joy. Pain, sorrow and war all his toys of choice, still the time is here this burden he no longer can bear. Down from divine heights to renounce his mighty rights. Spit the water drunk from fountains of youth to finally tear off the wings of divine truth.

Evade the rain Ancient beyond the grasp of even the Gods love can never die but tainted still live. Prints of irreversible steps we took so proud knowing life is short but the journey long, remain now and until we die a story written with stolen time. Where we started lie that once broken circle, Whole and hard as steel daring us to endure what greater souls could not. To break it is another memory to battle while a moon of ghostly white slaves around our sleepy earth. No answer satisfies what feels like endless flocks of thoughts and I wear the loss of you like battle scars without honour. Behind armour the warrior untouchable seems and illusions remain alive. Still, choose this I did not but then neither did you; though dream we did all the same. In face of fate small we seem and more so while her hands guide our steps one final time. Likewise regret, like trying to evade the pouring rain, is a wish made in vain.

death

Evade the rain Ancient beyond the grasp of even the Gods love can never die but tainted still live. Prints of irreversible steps we took so proud knowing life is short but the journey long, remain now and until we die a story written with stolen time. Where we started lie that once broken circle, Whole and hard as steel daring us to endure what greater souls could not. To break it is another memory to battle while a moon of ghostly white slaves around our sleepy earth. No answer satisfies what feels like endless flocks of thoughts and I wear the loss of you like battle scars without honour. Behind armour the warrior untouchable seems and illusions remain alive. Still, choose this I did not but then neither did you; though dream we did all the same. In face of fate small we seem and more so while her hands guide our steps one final time. Likewise regret, like trying to evade the pouring rain, is a wish made in vain.

The Death

Oh the burden bleed, it was the world on fire. No-one eating bodies so I was wrong to leave to avoid the perfect one more time. Still (when they kicked me out of jail next morning I was on my knees, dogs barking:1.9). (In the style of Joao Ruas:1.9).

City of a thousand years gave birth to breath drawn under a dome of golden intent. Under forgetful feet the ground fled while glowing eyes on high skies sought a sign. Play like fire and love like the wind, for tomorrow is the end.

City of a thousand years gave birth to breath drawn under a dome of golden intent. Under forgetful feet the ground fled while glowing eyes on high skies sought a sign. Play like fire and love like the wind, for tomorrow is the end.

Oh the burden bleed, it was the world on fire. No-one eating bodies so I was wrong to leave to avoid the perfect one more time. Still (when they kicked me out of jail next morning I was on my knees, dogs barking:1.9). (In the style of Joao Ruas:1.9).

Blackened night I am but re-used, gently purified but still weak as I see my ending walking in front of me still. Breathe me you did and I was air, coolest of elements, abundant of life. Now scattered flesh amongst stone, trampled by all, hold my temple. One image live, unreachable for time, unimaginable for the Gods themselves, will witness of love, forever in the face of the blackened night.

The storm is raging in the fields, And in the meadows bodies burn, Forsaken widows laugh in tears The Savior, rueful, failed his turn, Beneath the earth their fathers lay In time their sons will feed the worms, The firing squad shall shoot and miss, So they may cheat their destined day!

Evade the rain Ancient beyond the grasp of even the Gods love can never die but tainted still live. Prints of irreversible steps we took so proud knowing life is short but the journey long, remain now and until we die a story written with stolen time. Where we started lie that once broken circle, Whole and hard as steel daring us to endure what greater souls could not. To break it is another memory to battle while a moon of ghostly white slaves around our sleepy earth. No answer satisfies what feels like endless flocks of thoughts and I wear the loss of you like battle scars without honour. Behind armour the warrior untouchable seems and illusions remain alive. Still, choose this I did not but then neither did you; though dream we did all the same. In face of fate small we seem and more so while her hands guide our steps one final time. Likewise regret, like trying to evade the pouring rain, is a wish made in vain.