Words Are Shadows

Words Are Shadows


I climbed atop a mountain,
I wish that you were there.
A shadow of the thing itself,
Is all I have to share.


My words are only shadows,
They're shadows of a time.
They're shadows not the thing itself,
That mountain you must climb.


- ThemanwithNoHead

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On the primacy of experience.

Your egotistic delusions of self waste

I am the shadow, fading into silence


I am the words you shoved in a box


I am blood, sex & violence

behind the symbol of peace


I am light enraptured unto the void

from a thousand years of cosmic darkness

chasing the souls of stars


I am the mirror you wish to avoid

with the tears that coiled down the drain

& the years wasted on nothing--

but what you thought was yourself...

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When You Look at Me'

Just a thought!

Standing there, in silent pause, you weep behind the pane,

You look at me and see yourself, with nothing more to gain.

A forward view depresses you, all caught up in the past,

You say you know, but won't let go of shadows that you cast.

Look at me, what do you see?... Your heart has no desire,

When all you do is dwell on what was, there's no future to inspire.

Take a peek, deep down inside, and you'll see those painful ties...

You need a new start, so release your heart'...The mirror never lies'

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"When You Look at Me"

Sweet Fang

Satanic Serenades

The corner of the eye
A glimpse of a tail
A spot of ink by the gate
A call in the night
The whisper of a gale

A black cat's ghost
Haunting the garden at night
By the dragon lilies, beneath the vines
In the moonlight, sleek and lithe
Giving him form, giving him flight
Those green eyes piercing the dark
And right into your dreams

Sweet Fang, Halloween cat
Child of the pumpkin patch

The black earth embraced you that night you decided to leave
Within such a short spanse you took the leap
Back to the pit, petrichor released
Surrounded by family, said your farewells to those who love you so
Sweet prince, you will forever live by us and with us

Sweet Fang, Halloween cat
Child of the pumpkin patch

Black cats and cobwebs, things that go bump in the night
Little goblin of the fold, a shadow in the window
A creature 'neath the bed, in the cupboard scratching late
A caress of the hand, a curl at the feet
Come and go as you please, and join the phantom parade

By what Bast has blessed us but for a spot in timelessness
We thank Thee in the name of Satan for this creature of fang and claw...

Sweet Fang, Halloween feline
Child of the pumpkin patch

So you left paw prints upon our hearts
And though you are still with us
We miss your corporeal form
And now from whence you lay in majestic display
Shall spring forth a tribute to life

Even moreso than spectral glimpses
Oh, that look upon your face!
Burned with love on my mind!
All expressions in one, everything for all time!
Haunts the canvas of my mind

A growl of objection, frustration and fight
A mighty clinging to pleasure and life
Thy gentle black flame did roar in a Fyfe
And in bewildered visage, the fog did arise
The Devil came for his kind

Sweet Fang, Halloween grace
Child of the pumpkin patch
Black cats and cobwebs, things that go bump in the night
Little goblin of the fold, a shadow in the window
A creature 'neath the bed, in the cupboard scratching late
A caress of the hand, a curl at the feet
Come and go as you please, and join the phantom parade

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Darklight and Sun Shadows

Just a thought!

Darklight and sun shadows mine the forest floor.

Stepping out of one, into the other,

carefully avoiding detection.

Keen smell, senses heightened, weary of wind change,

they forage intermittently to sustain,

aware of a fragile existence.

Life under Mother natures beauty and care.

Free to rome, only one rule to retain...

"I am the hunted."


Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just a thought, came to mind from an old, old song. "Home on the Range"...where the deer and the antelope play...

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Shadow Dancers

Just a thought!

Moonlit wings dancing in shadows, delicate silken veils engulfing this sweet silhouette.

With every turn, stirs of stardust illuminate her barefoot ballet.

Baby breath hair wisping the air as a sensuous stare peeks through the edge of darkness.

Her innocents motions to draw me in with a soft caress of her lips.

In angelic allure, she whispers my name. Lustfully, I reach for a moments touch.

My mind seduced by this temptress dove, entangled in a blissful abyss,

I am suddenly awakened by a swift palpitating heart.

With a deep breath, regaining composure, I escape captivity to remain...outside the shadows.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I got the idea from a little birdie...I think it was a Dove'

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Dancing Shadows!

Shadows are,

All over,

Here, there,



Human shadows,

The shadows,

Of the trees sweetly,   

Dance in glee.


The dancing shadows of the clouds,

And those of the tiny sprouts,

The flowers,

Are in motion with no fears.


The earth does embrace,

All the shadows on its face,

Since gracious like a mother it is,

Whose affection does never cease.


What is the shadow,

Of the shadow?

Think I,

With a profound sigh!

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And 10,000 Miles Left in Question

Gone and running in an irreversible tension
And 10,000 miles left in question
Of ideas we just forget to mention

And the thoughts are left in the dark and disappear
and in comes walking, the unavoidable fear
A unknown direction, a road we somehow got sucked in to steer

Trying to take calm within the unpredictable shadows
Take control of your senses and dodge your arrows
and forget all of the anxiousness that somehow follows

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I was on the bus and the beginning part just clicked in my head,

The rest I came up within a few minutes.

Ashes Of The Phoenix



In the early morning sun I travel eastward,

My shadow follows every step

And I fear nothing,

The comfort of its presence,

Like the warmth of the sun's rays upon my skin,

It makes no sound except for the echo of my smiles

Seen only in its darkened gloom,

And as the minutes of the daytime draw to dusk 

It begins to hover over my then weary form,

And grows to the heights of which my soul cannot touch,

And the wind brushes my face,

And my hair becomes coarse with the sand of the desert,

Dry and brittle,

Broken leaves dancing feverishly off-beat

To the rumble of doom.



The sun...once lighting my way, 

Now becomes as a thief in the night,

As it burns me with no fire, 

And the shadow so befriended in the day's beginnings,

Swallows me whole under the moonlight, 

And no one hears me cry, or plead for some small shread of hope,

And no mercy knows of my name, and no dream finds me,

The very beating of my heart has been forgotten by any living being,

But my eyes are singed and soon opened wide

Like a shattered pane of glass upon jagged rock

To see my heart upon the dusty earth.


And as the quill dips itself into the well of blood 

That pools at the edges of each pulse,

It writes the word...







Copyright 2013



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