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Beheld

Beheld - Scott Mitchell scottandmaureen

Many sailors have navigated great seas and some survive the episodes of a deep abyss, to reach shore and pen memoirs


The Storm is Over

My own name may suffer
for everything I’ve lived in past
Yet I’ve wondered if a chance
would ever come to me at last

I’ve wondered if there’s just one
who has survived the war of souls
Iron sharpens iron, my queen
and we’re making big goals

You’re testing my deepest parts
and remind of what I once dreamed
Those times that I soon discovered
that nothing was as it seemed

Where were YOU

when my soul was being shredded
when my head was cursed with rain
I was looking for you, my souls bride
for hopes of you I fought through the pain

then, all of a sudden

you and your shoulder were right there
and I was always offering mine
Now we find ourselves standing here
and we’re more than friends this time

Where are WE?

We’re the artist souls
in a world that doesn’t rhyme, except
in the moments we share together
where I’m declaring that you are mine

like no other before

indulging in you, my one and only
a merge never up for debate
Reaching the summits constantly
as we’re living the love we make

in our own reign

the storm is over, thunder settled, lightning struck
but what about the aftermath in glaring eyes
Staring with awe, into the expanse
we’ve found where our horizon lies

Scott Mitchell
25 June 2017


Tryst

Tryst


Juncture

Juncture


Poet’s Beckon

I should have never left
we are like one mind in poetry
I need to fly back and write some
as I’m needing all you are for me

I’ve fallen deeper from the distance
from my soul’s muse and my sole sanity
Lips will softly graze your neck and speak
proverbs inspired by the black ink

Nothing is more perfectly exotic
than your eyes in the low light, and
no music beckons my soul like
your voice telling me to hit that

You wanna swim first, just imagine
we’ll make climactic castles on the beach
Quenched by aftermath of our rain dance
as you chant and wrap yourself around me

Lovers and forever soul mates
eyes connected as our souls mate
We need times like this together more
inside of my forever fate

~

Scott Mitchell

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Be sure to watch the video

and you’ll  know the music that helped inspire this dance

Thanks to Kim at Artistry Allure for sharing the video


Pending Cue

Put your hand on your heart, feel
and close your eyes
Would something change
when your eyes open
if I’m one step closer?

Listen with one ear, absorb
crashing waves on the shore
What sound prevails
if my deep voice
softly spoke in the other?

Feel the cooling breeze, enhance
the touch of my warm hands
What would be the answer
if my eyes are demanding
I need you tonight

I know you are out there, somewhere
perhaps silent as you sit and wonder
Asking where tomorrow will take you
Hoping for the love to save
and from the routine, an escape

I’ll come faster than lightning strikes
and we won’t think about tomorrow
You’ll be the only star of my sky
forevermore
if you only send me a sign

~

Scott Mitchell


Douce Agonie

Adhering to social norm, andDouce Agonie
obligated duty at the ball
I ask Your Majesty for a dance
and you gracefully extend a hand
Then we step, spin, and sway
as eyes behold in awe

But, who am I in late e’en
to command the silence of a queen
Laying motionless in the cuverie
as I savor the côtes
rousing deep breath and sigh

And I, not befittingly
command a vineyard of floral unfold
The sun riseth not, but heat is known
as lord of land tends each blossom
and shall forsake none

Who am I to drink as a noble
and taketh of fruit divine
Thy hands remove a canopy
which adorned all I aspire
Seized and raised to mouth
Engaging in gluttonous frolic
as the queen declares ‘halt not!’

I shalt not forbid thee
a request for royal execution
Assign thy sacrifice as mine
Descend on my dagger
and raise with calm retreat
Exhaustive love for loss of life
conquers and consumes thine eyes

Mine end too, be not untimely
as harvest comes to pass
Rims of the barriques break!
I decant into your grasp
and a peasant dons a crown

~

Scott Mitchell