"Quarterly
Quintessence"
by c.t. gross (twilightsecho)
Stare into the
vaporous cauldron,
starless, yet for a sliver
of Charon with his
crooked grin, a
jack-o-lantern
grimace
befalling
the rimy
hollows, far below.
Where Lykens amass
though full moon's entrance,
inhumes beneath its shadowy
drape to tempt rose petalled
ice-maidens from their vestal
ladened alcazar, under a
corporate guise
of wolfish
deceit. Where,
in this sacred abeyant
grove, overrun with pendent
spears of briar thorn-crystals
twining onto a brumous trellis,
ghostly goblins girdle grisly
ghouls mid their poignant
cages of necropolis
slumber,
never to tarry
from weighted chains
affixed to chiseled stone,
only to bemoan in eerie
harmony to their
impalpable
gaoler.
But galactic
headstones never
grieve for whom they
guard in the constancy of
espresso gloamings from their
eternal, hoarfrost watchtower;
for a frozen stance of marbled
calligraphy can neither comfort
or weep once lain upon
consecrated badlands
of Death's long
embrace.
Where
blood-berry
hedgerows surround
archaic graveyards, effaced
past the dawn of Hadean aeons
from metaphysical time and tide,
etched against ethereal spoondrifts
ascending from sloshing boils in a
boundless sea, an Arcadian flummox,
in juxtaposition to its diamond dust
terrains, wafting thru a forgotten
potter's field to mold its murky
mist upon infested mounds,
erratic in its windswept
movements,
scratching the
mid-night nostrils as
if a smothering death mask,
trying in vain to abscond from
its final inky shroud. Where vampires
unfurl lifeless limbs into a sinuous fluidity
of an awakening chrysanthemum patulous, to
evenfall's mesmeric call. Yet their ravenous
craving for tepidity comes only from crimson
fire-visions, lusting through surreal temples
that course on the lip of knife-edge
between insanity and voracity,
devoid of buoyancy's elixir
and yowls from thirsts,
deprived
in its quietus repose.
Come now fiends deep within
autumn's embrace who worship an
orbiting mystic, grinning a jack-o-lantern
sneer with crooked deceit, for under
its star-reflections shall you
moondance to gothic
gaiety's tribal
drums, mounting
in delirium until
mortal death succumbs to
sacrificial slaughter near the
farside of Pluto's elliptical orbit, and
unto Tenebrion, shall the icebound wood
whisper a continuity to His creatures of the night.
© ctg 2007 All Rights Reserved
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Bridge to Beyond
by c.t. gross
I breath your name inside the rain
where cascading chimes still echo
and wraps each sound in a dewy bound
till heartbeats dissolve the largos.
I write your name on the winds of fate
where tomorrows blow thru the dawn
and keeps my note in pockets of hope
till twilight embraces the yawn.
I glimpse your name in skies of crêpe
where fanciful clouds drift slowly
and forms your face with a subtle grace
till clarity holds you only.
I cry your name to the moonless wane
where clamorous seas roll tranquil
and cups my tears in a pool's revere
till hungering earth grows thankful.
I shout your name in the pouring rain
where deafening thunder echoes
and wraps each sound in the lightning's bound
till heartbeats dissolve the largos.
© ctg 2008 All Rights Reserved
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passionsdaughter
07/23/08
Hugs,
Nicole
aka The Shadow
07/22/08
DarkPhoenixFyre
07/22/08
PoeticRaine
07/21/08
LostInEternity99
07/18/08
Hi, Cat! How've you been? Great, I hope...*hugs*

PoeticRaine
07/18/08
onewildcat
07/23/44
♥ If I could catch a rainbow
I would do it just for you
.
And share with you its beauty
On the days you're feeling blue.
If I could build a mountain
You could call your very own;
.
A place to find serenity,
A place to be alone.
If I could take your troubles
I would toss them in the sea,
.
But all these things I'm finding
are impossible for me.
I cannot build a mountain
Or catch a rainbow fair,
.
•*..¨..*• .¸??.•*..¨..*•.
¸
But let me be what I know best,
A friend who's always there.
Send One to All Your Friends Who You Think
~~**~~~ Deserve A Hug~~**~~
Hugz (Onewildcat)
Wildcats Playground <----- Adults Only Please :-)
Sacred is the Wind
07/16/08
jrsredneckwoman
07/16/08
aMourningGlory
07/13/08
I have been quite busy and the rest
I blame on being a slacker....that's me.
Do you still have company?
It souinds like you are having
a marvelous time... making some
fond memories for sure.
Everything is fine here.
Summertime usually is so busy
and just flies by anyway.
Hugs,
Cherri
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Argael
07/12/08
Have a wonderful week Cat
*hugs*
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Whispered Rhapsody
07/12/08
If I ever get some extra time I might have to check into it some more, thanks for the offer and the help. Hope your weekend is fantastic. Hugs n stuff ~D
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jrsredneckwoman
07/12/08
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TRC Beaver
07/10/08
Hey Chickie! It has been a great week - Hope your week has been good too.
Wishing you an even better Weekend!
Tamz~
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Poet In Pink
07/10/08
maid4you
07/10/08
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jrsredneckwoman
07/09/08
Nice pag
e...Reet
Alexius T Monroe
07/09/08
Alexius T Monroe
07/09/08
and this poem of you is exceptional
I am a roleplayer and this is the character I chose to write
The creatures of the night always held a certain attraction for me, especially werewolves and vampires
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tommygunn1022
07/09/08
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