Tempting Cycles

Consisting of four parts:

Idols of inspiration, Flows of Nature, Thoughts of Fantasy, Times of Romance.

Idols of Inspiration
The Composer
In morning light which permeates, Bathing meridian arches, I bow to the intelligence that elevates, All live through hard, cyclic marches. Cruelly soaked, lashed, and burnt, In restless waves of harshest storms, Vast knowledge kept, great lessons learned, Fighting for beauty in all of its forms, Shifting course as reason speaks last, Thoughts were drawn by a poets pen, Knowing the ghost of ventures past, Shall siege my havens walls again. Turning the wheel of destinys ship, Not to its mast helplessly bound, Words will like honey from my mouth drip, I am the composer of my future sound.

And Rise
Remember when you awoke, and walls of conscience hit? Saying youll atop the well of shallowness sit, Repeating: The Sun will shed its gold before I fall back into it. Guarding the essence, the truths every bit, Few things to realize, few tethers to slit, Just enough providence to inner light energize, And those eyes for new realms will be fit. Savor moments, fuel wits engines, and rise. Remember the moment when beams were so young, To soil they caressed wed seeds of life flung,

You said: I hope we will forever by those healing rays be stung. Believing that no darkness, no veil will be hung, Between us and the source whos bells we have rung, Changing as the Earth beneath us on its dark course flies, Live led by the wisdom in songs of future sung. Transcend torments, fuel minds turbines, and rise.

True Reflection
Your being's true reflection, under shallow covers hides, Yearning for connection, waves of inspiration rides, On wings of Inception, profound silver lining finds, In depths of it's perception, carried on by passion's tides. In wake of injection, great desire senses blinds, Serum of perfection, extends power over minds, It's irresistible affection, your being's talent binds, Of the essence but a fraction, piercing conscience from all sides. Sweet page's seduction, comfort for the woes provides, Surreal dream's induction, into spirit's pathways slides, Delusion's destruction, into new heights your words guides.

True talent's tide

What may seem like chilling surface, Sways your thoughts and charms your mind, It serves a deeply warming purpose, Of unveiling brilliance to the blind. Under warmth of trust's protection, Not accepting hope's demise, Steering faith in it's direction, Above shallow surface rise. Be it love for stars, or snow, An inner force does senses guide, Unbound should expressions flow, New ways will old thoughts abide. Forever will arts reach grow, Boundless is true talents tide, Depths unseen will kind heart know, When all soul's gifts refuse to hide.

Gripping Essence

From essential depths, the vastness of self, To Observers heights, Apocryphas shelf, With seeds in my wake for mapping the plains, Along restless streams, blue and thick as veins. A thread I was pulling through times winding veil, Giving blood to blush the heavens of horizons pale, Freeing waters stagnant, banishing thoughts stale, Turning inwards, gripping essence, it can never fail.

Inspiration's craze
Yearning for glistening apple, Encouraged by seducing snake, Passion shall decency trample, Youre making art for arts sake. Amongst the colors of rainbow, Unique shades you did see, Beyond being frightened by scarecrow, Pondered the price of being free. Realitys bleak scenes veiling, With Absinthes green, brilliant haze, Throughout oceans of words sailing, High on knowledge, inspirations craze.

Without condition or selfishness

A girl sought beauty along winding paths, Traveled singing many roads ahead, Laughing, dancing, drawing joyous breaths, Within flowers laying her brilliant head. Lifted and flown, nourished and grown, By warmest emotions, of unique depth, Goodness reflecting and having joy sown, She happily, peacefully, under stars slept. Even from the darkness there's a sign, Even under black veil there's shine, Pointing you towards the silver line, Not waiting for the stars to align. No matter how it's seeming, No matter how bright gleaming, About joy you'll be dreaming, About peace world'll be dreaming. We'll stand on our own,

Until world's blindness is blown, And love embraced with happiness, Without condition or selfishness.

Phisiomony of shadow, psychology of light

Inner rings of sun collide with stars of brooding night, Images of clouds through wormholes stream, Beyond time, dimensions thrive, and still eluding sight, Phisiomony of shadow, psychology of light. To doorways high above ascend, to arches searing white, For shallow of your kind with depth redeem, To paths of consciousness attend, transcending wrong and right, Phisionomy of shadow, psychology of light. Grow by molding matter dark, our being's essence bend, Just behold creation's spark, your soul with light's beams send, On a stellar tour embark, watch birth of nova's might, Phisionomy of shadow, psychology of light.

New Frontiers
Throughout visions of domes bright, my stars in both realms fade, And the paths encased in light stretch from the numbing shade, For how is blurred in reasons sight our futures sunny day? Too many blinds with shallow might did nature ours betray. You say believe? Dare not explore? What faith brings us today? With open eyes to mind implore, what could awareness slay? We can refuse our doom and war, by insane lies to sway, New frontiers, no bounds in store, let us new paths to lay.

Cycle of Daedalus
As light dawned before it's time, The blind repelled it's beams, Yet it grew to illuminate, Their fantasies, thoughts and dreams. Reborn was cycle of Daedalus, Awaiting in shadow of colossus, For times of mind truly benevolent, Free world to heaven equivalent,

And a child as his golden idealist, For equilibrium would be the catalyst. Leaders of men came to analyze, Wisdom they once rushed to demonize, Formulas, experiments and schemes, What is science but like witchcraft seems. Determined voice flocked the unfortunate, With bright eyes to hopeful hearts educate, Stilling the mind to essence behold, Bringing the unaware into the fold, Freeing the consciousness to future mold, Shouting the words we have always been told, Of shaping the present by taking steps bold.

Sacred Taint
She danced on with passion, with joyous heath, Across the altars, with blooded feet. Her scarlet stains to sacred taint, Defying the temple, with shine of faint, Crying yet laughing at fallen saint, His crosses dear in sinful black paint. She cast crimson hail storm, shimmering array, Beneath domes of shadows, of halos that betray, Her soul screamed at icons, but all in vain, Their eyes brightened, but of darkness plain, Pressed under torment evolved from her pain, Unheard by puppets, beings far from sane.

Wide range
World was brought down to shades, Tracking of the sun through heavenly gates, And clouds in their strange, funny dance, Soaked in by young eyes, of wide range. Warms smiles and laughter enrich the Earth, Fueling the resonating happiness from birth, So that innocent games never end, only spread, From our tiny being joy to whole universe send.

Roaming Light-bearers

Along the desolate yet vivid tracks, Stretching through whispering wilderness, With few dear things on our backs, and a yearning for freedom to confess. Amidst the steel, the wood, the rocks, Wind and encouraging nature's vibes, Iron highway's building blocks, Pointing towards far, liberated tribes. Intersection of worlds, fairytale pathways, Merging the storylines of daring wayfarers, Along the tracks under moon's luminous phase, Lay the impressions of the roaming light-bearers.

Flows of Nature
Next Luminous Phase
Not minding the lapse of hours, Gazing into globe of golden rays, Within it I see the galaxys flowers, Exploring my minds next luminous phase. High atop the bright peaks I'll stay, Holding onto stone of time. Wondering what the echoes will say, Watching setting sun's shimmer mime. Shine through whitest clouds projecting, Waters flown through canyon's gate, Beauty to my eyes reflecting, Thirst of barren rocks to sate.

Majestic in it's flow

Tempest on the morrow, stillness in the evening, Whirlwind's touch was chilling, soft caressed the snow, Dusk was dragging sorrow, and the skies were grieving, They became unwilling, to let the coldness grow. Snow was rushing blindly, to join the currents melted, Under wet wings shielding, leaves that branches throw, And wind was sculpting wildly, after sun has settled, Icy sculptures building, majestic in it's flow.

New Seeds
Silhouettes swayed, and a star fell, Within sparkling chasms laid, Beneath surface where the thirsts may quell, All of creatures it had drawn to bathe. Wakened shine, and shattered dust, Beams of life with soil entwine, Divine warmth caressed it's crust, And waters tinted red like wine. Horizons fade, and echo cries, For all that was by nature made, With grace falls, to with vigor rise, New seeds that will time evade.

Tempting Trace
Dancing, within the veil of leaves of fall, Winds sing, lullaby to trees that stand tall, Stripping, layers green that from branches roll, Enveloping in autumn's shades, nature whole. As skin longs for cool breeze's caress, Strands of hair fly to whole world embrace, Trembling breasts their yearning confess, And days towards winter race, leaving a tempting trace.

Far candles of the sky

Doors of soul will open wide for tides of chilling breath, With drapes of white descending from bright peaks, Dark visions fall with mist but rise far beyond death, Wind caressed, and mist have veiled the one who shelter seeks, From cycles of unyielding storms the faith has blindly set. Blinding, freezing, pale but soothing still, Shifted light far candles of the sky, Encased in snow the hand reached still, For the frosted image painted high.

Glory (Slava) A Slavic Pagan Song

Glory to the winds of Stribog,

Seeds that under Dajbog thrive, Morana's depths under night's fog, All that by Svarog comes alive. Healing gifts of fertile Mokosh, Upon verdant meadows shines, Dodola's rain Earth's face will wash, As storms will follow Perun's lines. Jarilo, prince of age of rebirth will ride, To once more bring the healing shine to days. Jarilo, carries light and forces dark to hide, Ever burden bore, as seasons rise and fall with grace. Stribog God of wind Dajbog God of fertility and summer Morana Goddess of dark, death and winter Svarog God creator Mokosh Goddess of the feminine and fertility Dodola Goddess of rain Perun God of thunder

Young turquoise sky

With wind caressing clouds of spring's young turqoise sky, Smell of wet grass filled the air as it poured from up high. Another wave of cold, yet pleasant drops did try, To sate the thirst of ones, that grow to death defy.

Times of Romance
At Memory's Helm
The bright, hope-filled dome never fell, For dreams it held came to fruition, Guarding the glass of the luminous shell, The symbols of time to envision.

Never too far, nor close will be drawn, Two spirits that shared depths sorely profound, His soul will pray, to light, to dawn, Her peace in this world to be found. Sharing the essence they sacred heights cherished, Brightest emotions inner cosmos depicted, Hoping that shallowness will fade and perish, Their cores intertwined, to loves heights addicted. Tested by tides of cold mists of surface, Fabric of time their hands bravely traced, Harmonious feelings, embracing their purpose, Wondrous sensations through spirits lanes raced. Murmured through rings of the dream realm, Enchanting song knew no bounds, The notes overwhelm, at memory's helm, And he wrote, inspired by her sounds: Lips of wind against eyelids grazed, Beaconing conscience from high dreamers clouds, Seedling of hope carried and raised, To hopeful breaths take, and deeply astounds. Minding no sorrow, I left you behind, Yet never gone further from that supreme depth, Believing that higher sense will sprout in your mind, Seeing past the fleeting, time-bound, shallow concept. Closing the eyes heavy with burdens, Of glancing at vistas of coldness unveiled, Seeing oceans of feelings, behind curtains, Ghost of a rose through your thoughts sailed. As seeds of dreams, sprouted and grown, From our depth I rose deliberately. Far over surface poetically flown, Feeling evolved, magnificently. Under suns wings I resided, My debt to fate was due, To winds my deepest thoughts confided, They all depicted you. Forever in love you are cradled, As past times healing scenes drew, May thirst for peace by new year be sated, I pray that youll flourish, in joy true.

Yet Darkness Sheer

Once my eyes black only see, the image of her with love comes near. I am her truth to feelings steer, I am her light, yet darkness sheer, Ever did she brought me cheer, like song of angels loving clear, With waves of time her chimes I hear, of my mind's eye she holds the tear. Through my grey her color flown, casting down the walls of virulence, Through my dark her light has shone, stripping woe in shine of innocence, Warmest gaze devotion thrown, taming vibrant tides of temperance, Into fabric essence sown, sweetest scent her breath's equivalence...

Virulence of Blooded Vine

Vivid pathways of a time shielded darkness from the shine, Denying the breath of life that once swept throughout my mind, Shadow wavered, heart enflamed, virulence of blooded vine, Vibrant spirit sorely bled, by a blackness ever signed, Gazing to the tainted skies, all my eyes have seen were tine, Meshing with the ebon clouds, to world lost, to me... confined.

Evermore, Confined
And it took away the pain, Tide of mists that risen as he called out her name, And countless loving whispers echoed in refrain within her mind. And from darkened clouds it brought the rain, Gust of wind descended thus shielded their flame, And crafted the bonds of love to their spirits bind, To within them remain, evermore, confined...

Ebon Fields
Ebon fields seemed endless, but beacon allured with glow, Mesmerized the senses, thus blood restored its flow. I walked her path, her songs every tone I learned, Longing for warmth, for her very essence yearned. Her figures every curve, her bodys every pore, Her dearest elusive thoughts, her corridors every door. As my heart her gates unlocked, tides of love I glided through, For my endless bond of love springs within the depths... of you.

Your Ghost of a Rose

Losing love like losing spirit, terrified by haunting though, Fading voice but I can hear it, suddenly to mind it brought, our harmony is worth it all. Muse of heavens meadows, my poems words with your essence bound, Your symphony of shadows, sweet melody our place in flowers found. To share our divine love our hopeful hearts chose, For once more as before, I will be you ghost of a rose. As the Sorrow Fuels the Fright Coldly prudence covered mind, taming fires, clensing blight, Reluctantly senses bind, with cries sweeping through the night, Song of pain, of poison kind, casting shadows into sight, Illusions for heart to find, neither darkness, nor the light, Memories with love aligned, as the sorrow fuels the fright, Once green eyes with dark tears signed, roaming now the crimson height.

Lillit's Lullaby
May gentle shine of farthest stars descend to bathe the realm of your dreams, May on this night the image of me be carried within their streams, May sweet Elune repel their fears, and bless you with reason for joyful tears, May with hermight cast harm aside, and lead you to plain where they reside, May skies ignite with scarlet glow, once you awake and sun is low, When light of dawn makes truth of lies, remember the dreams, and open your eyes. For, blessings I'll whisper to Goddess's ear, To send you sweet dreams without any fear, Upon your plain let her shine be clear, For you'll be the huntress, and I'll be the deer, Your dream's visions let Goddess to steer, May you find joy in their glory, my dear.

As all minds for such depths ache

To cherish thy skin, mist of green enveloped like angelic robe, To craft sights of joy, leaving fear to drown in the tides of hope, To preserve your soul, flames ignited to with coldness cope, To with strength imbue you, of my will and strength to give you, Ascending the darkest slope... In moments of sleep, veil of love your troubles take, In tremors of fright, soothing harshness for your sake, In turmoils of rage, sprouted thoughts of us to our flame awake, In our hearts we sacred cherish, for our essence still will flourish, As all minds for such depths ache.

Illusion of Borders

Even though I sorely longed for tranquilitys fearless veil, Sanctuarys many faces did unsettle my thoughts frail, Following sleepwalkers footsteps my soul glides along a rail, Hiding vistas of true depths, we clench the fingers pale. Did you rise along with dusk or fall along with dawn? Have you with that searing touch our shelters limits drawn? Depicting worlds vistas bright without the right to watch, With the world shut out, youve been missed too much. Only within mists of surface have you gone through hell, Depth is pure, forgiving - In it s souls thirsts quell, Horizon of starry skies illusions of borders sell, Beneath heights, where your angel rose, but fell.

In Dreams Caress
Flowing thrills wore out the brittle means, Of painting on lifes canvass our depths scenes, No, but in your eyes what meaning held I? Absently beheld through eyelashes beats. Common shallow thoughts, what would we reach? Fading bonds of love to sorrow teach. No, within your eyes shifting heavens lie. Scars of reckless past to our color leach. I could give myself out in every shade, Then within a flutter smile could fade, No, amongst the lines of empty words I die. Still every worthy sight for your light trade. Memories should rest of the world freeze, Scented with sour freshness of that nights breeze, No, we wouldnt hear again the haunting sigh, That never failed to bring us to our knees. Your luminous warmth in dreams caress, Breaking blades and sheets on fantasys dress, No, for I never did surpass their shackles tie, Forcing me to in sleep my depth confess.

Thoughts of Fantasy

Nature Nocturnal
Dark wonders in Kingdom beyond, Of nature nocturnal beneath moonlight, From darkness came, to darkness belong, Pale hand of Ice in hand of her Knight. His wind with her fire swayed, Her frost in his waters laid, In the still of the night they walked along, And cherished the love from Goddess's height. On the absinth mists was gliding, One who spirits essence woven, Ethereal nets eliding, Destined path for him was cloven. Fabric of their time was tracing, One who cherished sacred oneness, Loneness of the wild was facing, Roaming ancient aether boundless.

Above an abyss
Once upon a highlands cliffs, among grasses tall, cherished by skies of gray, Embracing the ageless depths, above an abyss, Once haunting memories, all of their harm, within it's vastness lay. Like siren's song sweet melody rang, beaconing one's clouded mind, Wings of shadow lingered hastily towards heightened glow, Fooled by cravings, sorely sang, weakest of their kind, Fear of falling before mists and carried by their flow, Once upon a highland's cliffs, mesmerized by abysmal heights, Weary of the dreamless thieves, there I pondered, lost in lights. And mind, behind eyes blinded by versatile shine, Remembered the pages plain, teared and soaked by autumn rain, But still it fears, and still in vain, fearing of the searing pain. Once atop the murky tree lines, silhouettes of wings one sought, Summoned forth from tempest-free times, mosaic of thoughts they wroth, Under branches veiled by rose vines, reason with temptation fought,

Horizon was filled with storms sings, as hope seemed to shine for naught. And torments, flocking as tragedys omens, With ease did willpower drain, prolonging stagnations reign, Yet still hopes bright, and still ones sane, searching for a higher plain.

Ghost of a Rose
I am mist's beacon, to her realm the guide, With piercing rays of black, I reveal her tide, Touched by children loved, of her might the few, Taming passion, I'll preserve, blessings that she threw. They won't call me Father, or Brother, or Son, They will know me or not by the deeds that I've done, will follow the path within darkness I chose, They'll know me as Ghost of a Rose. I am her trust, deepest strength to heal, In senses withering, essence hers to feel, New blight of hers, imbued in dying field, Darkened hunger sate, and her path I shall yield.

Forsaken of Blooded Fable

Stood in sorrow spirit able, longing dawn to heaven sweeten, Forsaken of blooded fable, longing shine to dark flesh heathen, From a misted valley hailing, was cast out but never beaten, Through the dark of sacred sailing, fruit forbidden boldly eaten. Vibrant cape of mists was wearing, one who crimson vistas painted, Green eyes depths with pale skin pairing, as the wind and water mated, Understanding sacred sharing, his patience fueled the love that waited, Without essence at heart faring, ethereal halls were fated. There stood sorely spirit daring, for too long his hunger sated, Eyes forgotten once more staring, roaming deeply to depths hated, With sadness to past time glaring, and in blessed shine fully bathed, Into ashes dark flesh tarring, on wind... bloods scent slowly faded.

Dark Salvation
Still wind dove low bare trees to scold, as on their roots laid leaves of gold, And in it's wake, as story told, plain skin of dark with coldness mold, "Follow me, thy hearts is bold", whispered wind in whispers cold,

Blood would rush, and breath would hold, as it's tide tree's branches fold, "Terry not" spoke voice of old, in sweetest tone it sweet hope sold, 'Stead guiding on to word uphold, through dark it pierced, and downwards rolled...

Lilith's whore
My lady dear, red nectar smear, across my sanctum's ebon door, Voice follow down, descend your gown, in passion's wake you'll thirst for more, Heath glided near, our whispers hear, on shadow's tears you'll drown in gore, My hunger mere, will senses steer, for charms of night holds Lillith's whore. Shadow stairs ascend to taste, sweetened glide on Lillith's floor, Into tension's throat moaned haste, fueling senses reason tore, Tracing webs from vibrant waist, tides flew drawn by Venus shore, Breaths entwined, desire laced, essence hers filled every pore.

Voice of the Septims

Icarus Atop the hill of Temples, in shade of Elune's tree, My flesh, my blood, my sister, is breaking lost souls free. Now blessings fall as moonbeams, the priestess calls to me, Beneath the domes of branches, my eyes will once more see. Kyntira Of brother's fate his dear ones ask, to you profoundly pray, May my, or other Septm's faith, help you his path to lay. From light we rose, from stars we fell, your gifts with us will stay, My brother's sails through aether raise, to love re-light his way. Icarus Release me from your endless, all-wise but lonely hold, My spirit stems from your core, my most beloved of all. For you are cherished mother, from dust you had us mold, But now for her realm I ache, my Destiny's, and of my hall's. Kyntira Our ancestors by you were made, were windows to your truth, My brother is beyond deceit, as raised to seek your sooth, In every piece of world we find a trace towards your rooth,

For love, my divine ruler, bestow piece upon your brood. Elune From northern light to shades of south your mists will glide redrawn, Twin elements your spirit wields with passion's tide will clense the damned, Your skin again will feel the throne, and energies of runic stone, feeling warmth of blessed dawn, Virulence with virtue, as shallow too with depth, in Elune's eternal wisdom, soon shall be overwhelmed.