Deus Ex Machina

 

 

 

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Deus Ex Machina
sipping palindromes at noon
amidst the dandelions in bloom
in drift of mist the sirens blew
in evermore defiant mood
she moves with poise and grace renewed
immune to poisoned baits removed
attuned to honour, faith and truth

 

Deus Ex Machina
a vision in true blue
back in the day we used to play
and i would usually lose
together by the riverside
we kicked off socks and shoes
climbed the trees with boundless ease
and dressed belief for two
through thick to thin, we stuck like glue
until reluctantly we grew
seemed unproductive such adieu
as we were forced to adulthood
on separate course from the boundless acre wood

 

Deus Ex Machina
reconstructed from the parts
of every fallen marble arch
beneath the sprawling ides of march
a thirstful sight for eyes of parch
preferred of light when skies are dark
inclined with ease as seasons pass
the flighted phoenix of a flame
that burns with reason
bleeds with brave
a heart on fire
to breach the waves
that break beneath
to rise again
the seas they part
to seek that famed
midst ocean breeze
that breathes her name

 

Deus Ex Machina
remembered from the reverie
of every breath togetherly
sweet essence kept of centuries
bedecked in treasured memories
unquestioned of integrity
impeccable of pedigree
unequalled in longevity
conceived at dawn of destiny
the testament of inner sight
is well-advised within her eyes
desensitized to needless blight
anesthetizing thieves of night
the mesmerizing eventide
of every pain obscene survived

 

Deus Ex Machina
to see her is to feel alive
to breathe her air
to care to strive
for every dream that dares to thrive
when all about us worlds collide
to see us lose our minds
we really need not die inside
just need a little silence time
to seek the hiding place denied
by wasted years spent sleep deprived

 

Deus Ex Machina
proceed towards her testifying light and feel inclined to leap in blind
for she adores our imperfections
celebrates our flaws
reminds us of the cause we need not feel hardlined to fighting for
love is all about us
reconstructed from the parts
of every fallen marble arch
supporting flawless hearts
masterpieces one and all
as seen through sheer reflection
attuned to honour, faith and truth
through clear innate connection
to see her is to feel alive
to feel her is to never die
Deus Ex Machina
sincere
divine
perfection

 

 

 

 

 

Richard Charles Stevens

 

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

 

 

 

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2 Comments

  1. in evermore defiant mood
    she moves with poise and grace renewed
    immune to poisoned baits removed
    attuned to honour, faith and truth

    This spoke wondrous encouragement to me Lion, in light of our discussion. As I read, I listened to The Flying Song (Marcus Schultz vocal mix) and it hints at being seen, tripping and flying. A great coincidence!

    1. I absolutely adore that you chose your own audio. Music plays such a key part in all of my verse as I often listen to the audio when reading for a heightened experience. The fact that you chose your own audio pleases me even more. As you appreciate how integral it can be and the love that goes into choosing right. Beaming at your initiative.

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