Live and Inkwell

Mostly poetry, ask me to write something! -RC

[liveandinkwell]

Blue Eyes Under Violet Skies

Thunder rolls,

Like once we did

One autumn night

When we had hid

From all the world

And cold night air,

Our bodies near,

A longing stare

To bridge the gap

And bring us close

Our desperate hands

Removing clothes

And finding warmth

In loving arms

That soothe like salves,

And blissful balms.

So wrapped in heat

You had me there

Your fingers

knotted in my hair

As mouth to lips

Earned what they crave,

Gaze and bodies

Lock to save

This moment stretched

So long in time

Your rythm, perfect,

Matches mine.

Our beating hearts

Like thunder, boom,

As we walk once more

To reach our room.

-RC Wilde

[liveandinkwell]

Persephone

The joy to see you, spring in step

As Spring’s first steps are taken

When eyes are bright

With crisp sunlight

And flowers all awaken.

You raise a smile

Like bursting buds

That come to bloom

In May

All full of life

You stride through strife

Too beautiful to say.

You march to Hell

And legends tell

Of how you walked away.

The hosts of Hades know you well

They’ve tried time and again

To fell you with their foulest deeds

Turn Summer colours grey.

But you who walks still

Head held high

And with my heart love fills,

Will be forever full adored

And worshipped well by me,

My goddess of both life and death

Perfect, Persephone.

-RC Moore

[liveandinkwell]

-RC Moore

[liveandinkwell]

Perpetual Motion

Even after all this time

Our souls still haven’t ceased to rhyme

Our movements match

Our minds in sync

The two of us have forged a link

Within the chain that binds our hearts

So close, though we may be apart

And on and on the music plays

A dance to dance till end of days

Like roaring wind and raging ocean

Perpetual poetry, still in motion.

-RC Moore

[liveandinkwell]

The Giants

Raggedy and curved they sweep

The mountains; giants fast asleep

Before their burnished looking glass

A Loch at last to frame their form.

At the shining edge they rest

To marvel at the thing they’ve found

And stay so long their flesh and bone

Have time to turn to stone and ground.

And there in stupor still they’ll lie

Until their massive mirrors dry

Then all shall feel the mountains shake

When sleeping giants start to wake.

-RC Moore

[nevver]

Common Phrases Correctly

[nijuukoo]

Oh thank the gods

[blargh-ish-deactivated20200722]

You could always nip it in the butt too if that makes you happy.

[smakkabagms]

“I am, I thought, a tragedy;”

— Mary Shelley, from “Mathilda,” originally published c. October 1819 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[liveandinkwell]

Shout

Silent screaming's over played

Let's wail like banshees, overlaid

With baying cattle, screeching babe,

A thousand thundering cannonade.

Like angered lions, hear us roar,

Like stormy seas that smash the shore,

Like marching armies gone to war,

Like disenfranchised seeking more.

Into the void we'll shout our piece

Before the need to scream has ceased,

With anguish, pain and rage released

Until catharsis has been reached.

-RC Moore

[liveandinkwell]

The Ghost of a Man

The Ghost of a Man

Sits and stares through living eyes

And haunts the shell that was itself.

A poltergeist of living flesh

That moves the body it inhabits

And shapes its wails to human speech.

The Ghost of a Man

Pale vessel for a paler soul

It seeks the solace sleep can't give

And wanders restless in the night,

Unfinished business half remembered

Causes it to shun the light.

The Ghost of a Man

Chill touched, with desperate eyes

Stares trapped within its mortal cage

And feels no hope, nor fear nor rage

He slinks alone in hateful homes

And wonders when the night will end.

-RC Moore

[hideback]

William Blake (English, 1767-1827)

Songs Of Innocence and Of Experience: Shewing the Two Contrary States of the Human Soul, circa 1789-1794

More William Blake on hideback

[liveandinkwell]

Time and space

Our time that seems, if shown in reams of writers type, to measure more than mine own works and yours combined, has been, to me, more dear than you may glean, and lingers like the taste of you that surfaces in certain dreams.

You take with you piece of me, a gift I gave most willingly so you may know you never need to be alone, my heart has gone with you and lives to see those eyes that shone in darkened streets,

a life ago for us,

once more shine in sheer delight and fix with mine, as thoughts and fingers intertwine and span a gap of space and time. You always brought out more in me than purple prose and pretty rhyme but other than my racing heart I dedicate to you my art.

-RC Moore

[liveandinkwell]

A Musing

I’d be losing sleep over you

If I ever slept at all

But I’d be awake already

So I’ll always take your call

Because the dark has my mind whirring

And the distance has me vexed

And the obstacles are irking

And I hesitate to text

But I’ll commit it all to writing

It’s all I know how to do

Guess I found my inspiration

Should have known it would be you.

-RC Moore

[liveandinkwell]

Over a year later and I still think this is one of the best things I ever wrote

[books-n-quotes]

“But my heart it is brighter Than all of the many Stars in the sky”

— Edgar Allan Poe, For Annie

[liveandinkwell]

Night Drive

The engine's revving.

Time to go.

Cause not all roads

Must lead to home.

We're burning rubber,

Left a mark.

A trail of headlights

Streak the dark.

Windows down,

The roar of air

As voices laugh

And musics blare.

We're going fast

We can't be caught.

Got nothing left

But speed and thought.

The engine's revving

Time to go

Maybe the next road

Leads to home.

-RC Moore

[liveandinkwell]

The Woods

Join us in the woods tonight

The stars aligned, the moon is right

The piling wood we shall ignite

In bacchanal we will delight.

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The sky is clear, the trees are tall

It's time to answer nature's call.

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The torches dim.

The drums begin.

We give our minds and hearts to sin

So joins us as we dance and spin.

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The colours swirl and shadows grow

Our eyes, our souls, our fires glow

Feel your cares and worries go,

Way up in smoke, beyond the trees

We lose ourselves with carnal ease

We live our lives for nights like these.

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So join us in the woods tonight

While stars and moon and mood is right

Your weary world we will ignite

And bring to you such dark delight.

-RC Moore

[liveandinkwell]

Seasons

You were the Spring unto my Autumn

Boundless life and bounding love

You bathed in light from sky above

While I whirled in biting winds

Of bluster blowing round in rings

The fallen leaves from empty trees

Your warmth staved off the coming cold

And flowers bloomed in red and gold

But even greenest grass grows old.

The morning dew soon turns to frost

And even Summer's memory's lost

Each tick of time demands its cost.

Be we will always have the time

When both our seasons intertwined

And overlapped like trembling hands

That grasp for what the heart demands

The warm embrace of life gives reason

To stick it out for kinder seasons.

-RC Moore

[macrolit]

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