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Celestial

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Nature

The softest hues, a wild array of phosphorescent beauty
the silent blues that beg to turn away from toil and duty
dispatched by solar winds rich in particulate collisions
continuous the color schemes, spectacular the visions

Oh, would that you were here with me to drink in this profusion
as in my dreams I worship thee beyond all that's illusion
your beauty.. to caress my soul, your smile.. to fill my day
the brightest spark of heart-felt warmth in Nature's glorious way

As spirits dance cross painted skies and fragrance fills the air
where ions spin, desires win, past moments of despair
ethereal realms where silent words so perfectly retrace 
the magic of the sacred space as sea and sky embrace

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Lunatic

I am in love with the Moon. 

Some call me a lunatic;

my lunar tick resembles a wolf howl,

a primal hunger well below higher thought. 

I monitor her cycles,

transfixed by her luminescence. 

My eyes form cataracts to

mimic her milky presence;

the way she dances across darkened skies

mesmerizes me every night.

She graced me with her presence

once.  I normally see her

in my dreams, but I got lucky –

for three whole months,

she was absent from her celestial throne. 

The world around us plunged into chaos,

but our sphere of influence

was heavenly.  Bodies colliding,

our breaths shared a rhythm

the tides would envy. 

I lost track of time

gazing deep into her every night;

her full phase charged my beating heart,

its tempo crashing heavier than oceans

upon the surf.

Slowly, the skies began howling

for the High Priestess – the sea

needed a master, and Gaia

missed her mother. 

I could tell she didn’t want

to leave me; I noticed my own desperation

reflected on her pale surface. 

Her ascension was beautiful to behold,

but did little to relieve the weight in my chest.

Maybe our romance couldn’t last forever –

I am still in love with the Moon. 

I will always be a lunatic,

whose howls shake the stars

held within my own verse. 

I quiver like the restless ocean,

awaiting my true love’s return

with my toes dipping into the surf.


Cire Luey Freemind

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Not used to line breaks, but I think this one turned out OK.

The Regressors

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The Regressors

Through the twisting, celestial wormhole; the time point vortex that connects to fixed points in time they find themselves traveling. To change history, to alter the course of events, to align the 9 points Heimdall and open the gate to Bifrost, the bridge that connects our world to the hidden realm of the gods. Absolute power is their desire, the power the elder gods posses; the power to create chaos and destruction, to give life and take life; the power to slay, even gods. With the stolen time point vortex generator, the fallen sons and daughters of the Aesir seek to bring vengeance upon both worlds. Each regression is one step closer to oblivion.

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