Masks and Lies

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Masks and Lies

Blaze the spark of early fires

Velvet whispers, deep desires

Muted rapture in the dying light

You are shadows, I am the night.

Don’t listen to the weathermen

They talk about the rain again

Tap your homicidal feelings

Paint the sky upon the ceiling.

But you fall to dust and crumble

In walls of words that tumble

Knowing the liar has no truth to give

And he has to have a lie to live.

No matter where the river flows,

I must follow where my mind goes

Masked by clouds, just out of sight

You are shadows, I am the night.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2016

January 27, 2016

Falling

Falling

The sun has gone missing

held hostage by defiant clouds

heavy skies aching, stripped of light

while the dark matter pulls us down…

We are blind to our own blindness

thinking inside narrow boxes

afraid to color outside the lines

hiding within our own shadows…

Falling for fools, falling in love

we fall out of favor with ourselves

trying to pretend time stands still

as the mirror reveals hard truths…

C’est la vie, mon ami

it’s just the way of the world

for the Earth tilts on its axis

hurtling towards tomorrow…

We defy the theory of relativity

stepping into the black hole

free falling to our destiny

faster than the speed of light….

…and gravitation cannot be held responsible.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2015

August 12, 2015

Quietude

Quietude

When storms lift the hood of this burial shroud

And rage flashes down by way of the clouds,

I take refuge in the quiet of winter twilight,

Nestling deep into the cold and restless night.

  

Right at this very moment, I only want silence --

No words, no music, no noise or dissonance,

Just the moving images the zoopraxiscope projects

Motions in my mind, where dark shadows reflect.

I see horses in green pastures run like wildfire,

With flames stoking desire, rising ever higher,

Fields of periwinkle blue stretching endlessly,

A clear path where the eagles soar to eternity.

  

Feel the winds of change blowing through my hair --

Spirits of the wild, hold me and take me there,

To the healing waters where hope rises and flows

And the sun ascends, triumphant in its golden glow.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2014

December 10, 2014

Soul Dancer

Soul Dancer

When the temporal sun descends into lavender mountains,

the night wind revolves in the sky and sings

a haunting melody, its lyrics undecipherable,

and I am moving backwards

in slow motion...

A penny for your thoughts, a dollar for your dreams

shall I pay the price, seek out the highest bidder 

to crawl inside the chambers of your mind

where silent music echoes down

halls of regret...

We meet in the damp shadows, in a rain of kisses,

my chest as tight as a shiny bicycle chain

cresting down full speed, over rolling hills,

hearts pumping like runaway pistons

as the race begins...

Your lips, your touch, your scent draws me nigh

and makes me melt like angel wings in spring,

savoring essence of night blooming jasmine

such a passion of weeping tied to my body,

the taste of nectar so sweet...

...and my soul dances, seared with curls of fire.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2014

November 26, 2014

Power of Numb3rs

Power of Numb3rs

The puzzling figures stand alone
domineering power draws me in
impulses flash in a violent zone
my thoughts awash in mortal sin.

I know that 3 and 29 are prime
they wield mysterious powers
I count and patiently bide my time
waiting, give or take, 104 hours.

These numb3rs confound me
abstract calculations astound me
vivid images in my mind haunt
…and I know just what I want.

Beneath the pale bisque moon
she sinks into a twilight sleep
the wind sings a seductive tune
igniting deviant impulses deep

But like a good stalker I hide
in the dark shadows of the night
creeping closer until I finally decide
when the time to strike is right.

These numb3rs confound me
intense craving surrounds me
like a raging, out of control fire
…and I take just what I desire.

Milky skin so pure, so young
swoop in fast and stake my claim
sweet chocolate on my tongue
a fading rose bleeding in the rain.

Stumbling in my intoxicated state
they caught me at the borderline
I stand in judgment for my fate
pondering possibilities, life to 99.

These numb3rs confound me
as heavy chains surround me
slowing down the sands of time
…and now I pay for my crime.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2014
November 3, 2014

This was written for:

Blogophilia Week 37.7 Topic: Chocolate
(Hard, 2 points) include the numbers 3, 29, and 104
(Easy, 1 point) explain a good stalker