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My Forest AfireFire twitches and rolls like waves,
I see it eat away my trees,
Are the children hidden inside?
I notice their quick frantic waves.

I see it eat away my trees,
It burns and swallows hungrily,
Are the children hidden inside
Waiting for the land to vanish?

It burns and swallows hungrily,
I observe it swerve like a snake,
Waiting for the land to vanish,
My body trembles and spasms.

I observe it swerve like a snake,
Its crimson shell trailing ashes,
My body trembles and spasms,
Screams pierce the sky, rending my ears.

Its crimson shell trailing ashes,
Are the children hidden inside?
Screams pierce the sky, rending my ears,
Fire

LovecraftMaybe Lovecraft was right,

As laying awake I shiver,

The invisible beastly faces,

That leer, unknowable, in the night.

He who said that the greatest sensation

Was that screaming terror that surrounds

Humans in the coal-black places

As they know they have no control over creation.

And while the good lie asleep in bed,

The sorcerers who were hidden escape,

Praising Gods beyond the soul’s capability,

To understand, as to be saved is to be lead.

While those who froth in madness scream,

Of things that were beyond their understanding,

Their dead eyes glaring back the reflections of eternity

And they know that nothing is as it sh

My Mary Poppins Muse

My Mary Poppins Muse
28-10-10
(Inspired by a conversation about muses between myself and x-outsider-x)

My muse had left me in peace,
She had flown off on her cloud.

Then I let his words lull me into a sense of tranquillity:
Tender words – words that spoke of love,
Of life and of a future.
Words that spoke of hope.
I was lulled into repose by his words,
And the occasional flowers
That solidified the promises,

My muse had left:
I didn't need her words to comfort me,
I had his.

Left alone, not longer needed,
My 'Mary Poppins' muse left:
Things were 'as they should be'
And she was needed elsewhere:
(Somewhere out there a p

The Promised LandO life of my heart,
Let me sit for a moment at thy feet.

The idle hours that pass in the telling of beads,
Are spent better resting in the shade of your canopy.

The elixir of thy blessings spill in overflowing measures;
It flows like a perennial river that breaks its bounds in joyful tides.

Let me fill the cup of my fate from thy inexhaustible treasures,
So that I may guide my fellow men to that same well of eternal salvation.

My dreams are filled with thy vision and the whispered promises of purity;
Bless the restless slumbers of those lost in sleep with thy loving gaze.

I yearn to shake them free of their shackled nightmares of th

Strange Plant cinquain strange plants
shoot from the stream,
stalks veined in rhubarb red,
as fat as full-grown bamboo shafts;
surprise
with purple flowers, delicate,
hanging their pretty heads
amid death and
the fall

Dreams of vanished paradise.sleep birds
plumage of night
conceal your fragile bones
with dreams of vanished paradise
birds sleep

Computerized Movementbobbing gracelessly,
arms in the air; discothèque
at my monitor!

Eternal Sonata There danced either a madman or a genius: this photographer of odysseys, chronicler of opus', architect of anarchy; casting flashes upon a sullen metal hull in an attempt to forever maintain the notes of a venetian master that floated skyward on the somber dark wisps created by each violin reverberation, and carried further on the thundering cello, to a black-blue of ever impending twilight restrained only by a few guardian lampposts that kept the night at bay–despite how much the sonorous harbinger beguiled the looming darkness.

Somehow he managed to clear a space for himself in this mall parking lot, leaving his vehicle free

Against The WallPause.
There is a feeling here.
Something words fall before.

the way you breathe
the way you talk
the way you
f e e l

Slow.
I caress your side slowly,
as if it were burning porcelain.

your breath hitches
your breath slows
your breath
g a s p s

Go.
Even as I inch towards
your elegant frame, I hesitate.

something in your eyes
something in your smile
something in your
l i p s

Stuck.
Claimed by ethereal bonds
beyond what physical can discuss.

~~

undertowyou multiply
and divide
the number of times
i have taken
a breath

the long
boney
fingers
wrapped around your chest

soft
fair
ivory

tough
thick
bronze

lips
in my hair
tongue
on my neck

you are a giant
taking over me
more than i can handle
my own
personal kraken
pulling me out to sea

there is no such thing as safeSpending another night
tracing the cracks
like canyons
in the bathroom linoleum
as if I can find myself,
find what I need
in the form of miniature earthquakes.
The chill seeps
into my blanket,
and I know

there is no such thing as safe.

The Housewife's ConundrumBottles on the table, toys are on the floor.
Dishes in the sink; just pile on some more.
Laundry on the bed, dust is everywhere.
Dog food on the couch and rug covered in hair.
This box goes to the basement, these socks go in the drawer.
Still a missing pane on glass on our front porch door.
Haven't mopped the kitchen in almost seven weeks.
Should take a look at the tub cause I'm pretty sure it leaks.
I'll make you dinner soon, but I need to wash a pan.
Just be sure that before you recycle it you need to rinse the can.
I'll go pay some bills, then get ready for church.
Can't seem to find my car keys and so begins the search.
I look around my k

LullabyChild of mine,
Whom I have yet to meet, yet to hold,
Whose father I have yet to kiss,
It is for you that I practice my lullabies.
It is for you
That I sway side to side on the back porch
Some nights, to the beat of the moths
Wheeling rhythmically around the porch light,
and murmur that the water is wide
And I cannot get o'er, or that once
There was a way to get back homeward.

It is for you that I rock gently and croon
About Siabhra sailing his boat till morn.
It is usually for you.

But child of mine, I am still such a child myself.
And sometimes I, too, need a lullaby,
To whisper to my lumpy pillow
On nights when the air ha

BubblesWizards with their wands
Enchant the air

Defying gravity
Without a care

Up higher and higher
The soapy spheres fly

They sweep through cities and streets
and fields of rye
Yet nobody notices as they glide by

Bubbles bombard the children below
Oh how they smile but little do they know
That even the greatest of fun
Reaches a bend;
For every bubble that is blown
Must come to an end.

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The Call of Cthulhu

by ~Embrace-the-Flames, Feb 14, 2006, 8:54:06 AM
Literature / Poetry / Horror / Songs & Lyrics

We walk
Through a valley
Of indiscriminate value
In the search
Of truths that elude you
Footsteps
And sand covered betrayal
Halt our mission
To find
Those that venture
Into the depths of poverty
By the fading light of honesty

In the swelling depths
Of my Master's reign
His call is echoed forth
Into the midnight dreams
Beckoning those of the blood
To follow him beneath the flood
Hear Him my brethren
Those far and few
Answer the call
The call of Cthulhu

We walk
Into the night
To escape our past lives
We follow
Those that thrive
Sunlight
Escapes into the darkness
Of souls of ancient times
So they may
Seek the new line
Into the depths of the antediluvian
By the call of liquid requiem

In the swelling depths
Of my Master's reign
His call is echoed forth
Into the midnight dreams
Beckoning those of the blood
To follow him beneath the flood
Hear Him my brethren
Those far and few
Answer the call
The call of Cthulhu

In the swelling depths
Of my Master's reign
His call is echoed forth
Into the midnight dreams
Beckoning those of the blood
To follow him beneath the flood
Hear Him my brethren
Those far and few
Answer the call
The call of Cthulhu

The Call of Cthulhuby ~Embrace-the-Flames

Literature / Poetry / Horror / Songs & Lyrics

I finally did it. I finally wrote a song in honor of Mister Lovecraft, an ode to the Cthulhu Mythos if you will. The name speaks for itself, as does the song if you're familiar with his stories. H. P. Lovecraft is one of my most beloved authors, and even Brian Lumley was inspired by his works, Lumley being my alltime favorite author. Just wrote this one. It didn't start off to be intentionally written, but once I realised what was going through my mind while listening to Opeth, I suddenly couldn't help myself. Other bands have written songs based on the Cthulhu Mythos, like Metallica's "The Call of Ktulu" (partially written by Dave Mustaine) and "The Thing That Should Not Be", given the departed Cliff Burton was an avid fan of Lovecraft. Other bands, including Nile, Behemoth, and Cradle of Filth have had songs based on the mythos. Therion's "Ctulhu" is another, and Samael's "Rite of Cthulhu" as well. And given my love for Lovecraft's work, even going so far as to do a report on his writings and settings for a Lit paper, I figured why not write a song. So I did. Unintentionally at first, but upon seeing the lyrics coming out, and the fact I'd been playing the Dark Corners of the Earth game on Xbox last night for awhile, it was fresh on my mind. Musical inspiration is Opeth. Also. A quick footnote. Between the second chorus and the last one, there's a solo, as well as the wanting for some eerie voice effects, like Cthulhu speaking during those moments, though as of right now, I have no clue as to what to write for those lines. If anyone has any suggestions or wants to help, feel free to.

~TheMoralMachine Mar 31, 2012 Writer

1.) H.P. Lovecraft looks like McLovin'.
2.) H.P. Lovecraft was awesome.
3.) This song is awesome.
4.) Have you ever played the RPG?

~Embrace-the-Flames Apr 1, 2012

1. Just a bit
2. Yuss, yuss he was.
3. Danke
4. Yup, took me a long time to hunt down one of the books, but I have played it. One of my most cherished sets of tabletop books

~TheMoralMachine Apr 1, 2012 Writer

Oh it's by far one of the best. I just pirated the book. You might like Delta Green. It's like CoC, but you're in a modern day secret organization to protect people from occult type stuff.