The Fourth Element

Shadows dance and make merry,
Love burns with flickering passion,
The mirth of the abandoned, demented, eccentric,
The minds that pained hearts clash in

The winds, the sun, the earth,
they try to liberate their friend ;
She flows, and weeps, and travels the world,
pools without form or face in the end.

Then flows another, crimson with passion,
runs through arboreal prisons,
Plunges into her depths, brings hue,
and transcendence sans discard or obliteration

Buried

A seed of brightness eternal,

Buried into the ground,

Deep in the earth’s bosom:

So it’ll never ever be found.

It’s stifled in the abysmal darkness,

As shallow minds above blare:

Cacophony celebrated over all

Melodies met with burning glares.

The world wraps itself

In a cocoon of pitiable mediocrity,

It takes a dime to buy your soul,

As its stripped of all its integrity.

A word of pure genius,

Is like a drop in a deep, dark ocean

Of corrupt waters of glorified filth

Loud, gurgling eddies of abomination.

But the seed, within its earthly abode
 Lies quiet- its heart full of courage-
Awaiting the black smoke to lift and for

The sunshine to cast away its umbrage.

And once again, it shall behold,

The wonders of the open world,

Share its sweet fruit of spark,

Billowing in the wind- its brilliance unfurled.

Palisade

Give me the word you need,
I'll utter it with the needed kindness
Pour into my mind, the heart it yearns
And cease the wispy blindness.

I call out to the soul in the lake
To come out and claim its skin
To fill it with her radiance
And unite with all her kin.

She smiles at me ruefully
asks me to seek the gate
That I locked eons ago
It is that, she cannot obviate

so I peer into the eyes before me
Welled as they are -so human,
so touched, so bruised, so alive-
I search in them, for my own lost lumen

For now, all I know,
Compassion is my key
I shall find the door someday,
and revive my empathy

Till then I hold your hand
Hoping you see through the veil
And feel the caress of her heart-
The prisoner of deep,aqueous tales

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The SagaCity is proud to welcome two brand new talents : The Charcoal Witch, who's graced us with this amazing sketch; and LOligo- my absolute favorite photographer in the world (fine, alright! I'm allowed a little bias, right? :P)

Stardust Trail

Whispers of childlike glee,
can you hear them, just like me?
The stardust trail you can't see,
shines in wake of your happy spree..

Of times, when you were free,
it tells stories of boundless merry,
but deliquesces as you disagree,
with the voice within that can only plea...

Where did you lose your blee
of joy, fathomless as the sea?
When did you decide to bury
the child that loved thee for thee?