Lying there in a Gaze
Her life was such a Haze
Although she’s not there she’s Beat
Struggling to her feet
She’s Standing Amazed
Unlocked from her cage
Her Instincts are Rage
The time is night
The time is right
A cloak she adorns
With Jewels which are worn
people will mourn
At the break of dawn
The corpses they find
Are all in Bind
By a single sword drawn
She had to perform her Midnight Matinee
Masked when Destiny Dawned
The Murderess inside her
Had had enough of there scorn
The town went to sleep
They did not rise from the deep
As she had to perform
Her Midninght Matinee
Masked when Destiny Dawned
By a Single Sword Drawn
About the Creator
Grace Grant Silver
Equalist striving for peace, to up-cycle and un-stuff the world. The union of a flame of desire of spirit and soul to circumnavigate joy, tragedy, completion, abandonment, renewal and accomplishment against all odds.
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Hello wishing you many happy New Year Blessings Have you been ok ? I think about you fondly often I think about a lot Sometimes I don't even think I just feel ...I feel sometimes our connection from . And wonder how you are I hope your happy well most the time like I... I get fuckin Angry my hormones are running wild making me a whore moaning to there eyes ..most the time I forget who I am sometimes I remember .... I've been medicated since young 30 years now and it hurts my power I'm not allowed ....so I surrender and let go and have fun and remember to dance naked and run ...under the moonlight
By Grace Grant Silver3 years ago in Confessions
Smart phones, Humans and Aliens.
WARNING. I will be tapping into one of your favorite creative tensions: The absurdity of humans worshipping their glowing rectangles as if they were tiny oracles. There’s something deliciously poetic about that contradiction, and it lends itself beautifully to an instructive proviso.
By Novel Allen5 days ago in Poets
Rachel Reviews: The Spiral Archive by Pieter Hendrik
It's difficult for me to know where to start with a review of this book as it was, for me, an entirely unique experience and one that I'll probably never have again. I don't want that to be interpreted as unenjoyable but it has left me scratching my head a little and ruminating on its content, its themes and its characters.
By Rachel Deeming4 days ago in BookClub
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