Apathetic Abyss

Discernment of facts escape a blind eye
Incalculable deceit fell upon naive assumptions of decorum

Virtues so easily replaced by a blanket of colorful chattel
Now, countless blankets dance about, as ghosts
on a paved route chosen with intent of endless future passage
And now, to escape the realm of falsities
every eventide is exchanged for repose and closed eyes

Pleasure, promises, and poetry she gave
only to have something to take away
In vengeance of a caustic past
Aphrodite unleashed artful malevolence into a fallen heart

Oh, how so much exists
where there is nothing
Emptiness can be full of such desire
And oh, the bitter taste of sweet words
from the unrestrained lips of a liar

An offering cloaked by savory fruit in cordial hands
Swearing to give it all in the big apple
and then seducing to her roots in the yard
Absorbing a soul
Only to create a martyr of forlorn cause

Cloaked intentions appear so sweet
when emptiness needs filling
Vengeful souls from below,
delightful,
before killing

Nostalgia, a trail of footsteps in the mud
Like a fingerprint with an unquestionable owner
Arduous wails reaching the extents of one’s universe
as a pawn and patriarch share reflection in the stagnant tide

Knowledge of good and evil, once a desire, now a curse
and finally held
Gratefully numb with inescapable consent

~

Scott Mitchell
09 Dec 2012

Incisor Amour

Dark eyes and honey skin
Hypnotic aura, one of a kind
I wanted to possess and devour
but your fangs, superior to mine

~

For only you I fashioned a Taj Mahal
and refused to accept it in vain
Then, you slayed me with your bite
and my feelings stayed the same

~

The darkest hour
is every morning as I wake
Hallmarks of immortal desire
Scars on my neck which you’re to blame

~

I want to run from the memories
I want to never feel the hope
I don’t want to walk amongst the living dead
or drink the blood of kindred souls

~

I try to run away in a straight line
but always return on bended knee
I’m only a slave to the darkness
or perhaps a jester to a queen

~

It feels I’m always seeking red
Edgily awaiting one more drink
It’s convoluted to distinguish
when your tricks appear as treats

~

If someday wings refuse to form
as bells toll the midnight hour
Simply know you took the best of me
in your last leap from the tower

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Scottula

Musa

Līgo Circle of Appreciation

First, I need to thank one of my favorite bloggers “Festival King” for appreciating this blog through the Līgo Circle of Appreciation

The yearly Līgo celebration happens every summer solstice in Latvia.
At this time we adorn our heads with Līgos of flowers, oak leaves,
grasses and plants. We join circles around bonfires and celebrate life,
and our appreciation of each other.

Here’s our
Līgo Circle of Appreciation
among fellow bloggers. ( for more please click on: (ESENGA’S VOICE- Ligo Circle of Appreciation)

Here’s how it works:

* Complete this sentence about blogging: ”A great blog is…”
* Refer back to the blogger who invited you
* Invite 2 bloggers to join the Līgo Circle of Appreciation on a post

A great blog is… a place where people share their souls. I’ve never met so many interesting and deep thinking people until I started blogging.

I’d like to add to this wonderful circle of bloggers:

Festival King - She’s an amazing writer, poetess, and friend. Exactly what I love in a blogger, sharing deep thoughts with the world. While she also chose me as one of her appreciated bloggers, I had to do the same because I truly appreciate her and our friendship.

and

Forever Poetic – Author: Wendell A. Brown. He is an amazing poet and has written for the love of his life for many years. I guarantee anyone would appreciate his deep and inspired writing.

Continue blogging your hearts out my friends. There are many more I would like to put here, but could only choose 2. You all know I appreciate / love you and your writing.