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DWC Day 1: Gloom / Allure

On the isle… built from nature and order, Music and dancing into wee hours under star freckled skies, You banish all gloom… and all sorrow. I long to take you in my arms and let you feast on my words, To know their flavor as they were forged and formed for you, Woven, tangled and entwined like soul threads in a tapestry, A cape and fabric spooled of the poetry you provoke, Would that I could spend every moment feeding each to your lips in kisses, Could compose with the affirmations I can draw from you, A symphony that is the siren's allure, The unspoken but undeniable that I am utterly yours. The colors fly and sing their secrets or their sins, Declare their pride and sometimes their pain… They define, and paint the world a more vibrant spectrum of shades, I wish to understand… but I know only one Love. It is you. Not like you, not of like presentation or persuasion My pride resides within the world with so many colors in our court… But I have only ever known one Love And it is that which I have for you… A passionate blazing declaration that I will make in every artform. That I will pluck like starlight from the cosmos… Just to make you smile. Just to know my Muse. Just to live upon an Isle that is a stage… And a dance that is endless in starlit petals and singing lanterns. I know no word… no colors to fly. I know only that I love you. That there is no me that does not need you. That there is only the way you are the heart those you meet… That you are ever the force of inspiration that awakens me. And that reminds me if it is for you… Our world our stage becomes a canvas… And we live in colors.

(Happy pride from the court of Lilies and Lanterns) @daily-writing-challenge

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DWC Day 2: Disturbance / Vibrant

My love affair… with colors and their cosmic saturation, My stars burn vibrant and intense made more so in the contrast, Light filtered through the day night cycles made as a spinning wheel. Values bloom with pigment and spread in precisely laid watermarks. The potential of bare canvas like a field my brush consumes. I am a riot of gesture and color, light and shadow intertwined. Cast out from me like magic I am weaving making whole the world I see. There is no rest, no respite. My process mercifully uninterrupted, In the throes of stroke and scratch, hatch lines and highlights… A gentle disturbance muddles the state of madness in creation. And I am made aware that candles burn low… and my eyes are sore, That I had lost time in the mania brough on by oil and ink. My sins and neglect upon my mortal being stark and taxed upon me, I feel the weight of them like the exhaustion it now folds me into. I was so crazed and lost in the marvel of a world I'd made… That the one that grounds me had tilted and spun too fast.

I must have only been a boy the first time… My sister saw me stained and possessed by it but something new had happened. She took my paint flecked fingers that glowed with lingering power. When she spoke it was hard to comprehend as if I had forgotten language, words… It was gentle, brimming with awe and worry as she swept away the blood that spilled from my nose, "How long this time?" She asked… less sibling more mother. I had no answer but I felt the crash before I could voice it and collapsed.

I woke with food and manaberry nectar beside me, She had tucked me in and was curled beside me in my bed. She had been stroking my hair and held me close like the only mother I would ever know. My canvas loomed in the shadow like a monument… It gazed back at me in accusation, The evidence of that lost time… or time I had stolen.

I looked at my still glowing paint stained fingers… And found they flickered with the urge to paint again… And my heart itched to know more… the NEED to create. Time is a Thief… I merely had learned how to take back what was mine.

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(Just a little backstory for the Art-Boi and his magic when it manifested while he was a child)

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DWC Day 3: Shock / Reflect

Splinter Crack Shatter, Panes of a mirror reflect, Light, color, scatter.

Shock of spectrums glow, Fragments brittle galvanize, Between breaths I know.

Ideas die not, As mortals do; Legacy The love I have wrought,

The Mask of Mirrors, What is it you see through glass… Will preserver

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DWC Day 4: Inadequate / Bond

At the very real risk of repetition, I would argue there is no such thing. Not when the the more one declares it, That love is merely cultivated, Once is beyond inadequate, It is an insult… They tell of heroes, Who utter it upon a dying breath. And we call it romance. Tragedy made a drama to entertain, We litter the hope with wounds, Lace our taste of joy with poison. An art in love unrequited, A love killed in infancy, Rather than nurtured into bloom We break the bond before it takes root. For what? For the narrative, for the despair. And on the other face of the coin, We dismiss hope for joy in love as fantasy, We discount the love between the youth, Call it fickle and false no matter how true… Why do we make Love an ending? Should it not be a beginning? Should it not be what you strive to hold to? Is it only a reward for the suffering endured? Or can it be a new chapter that is learned together.

I disparage not the love for tragic romance… I delight in the fleeting moments of a love affair in youth… that fades. For all forms and stories of such lives touch a long neglected part of me. But I ask why it is we take more inspiration from our pain… Why it feels that there are those who close the book… Who dismiss the pages of a life filled with love… As an epilogue.

Love is the answer, the question, the reason, the inspiration… And yet when it is found and kept… it is as if Tales are no longer woven, Pens no longer scratch, songs no longer play…

I wonder what it would look like. A story that began with love… Rather than ended with it. I wonder if instead of dying for the one we love, we lived. I wonder if I am a fool for not letting my story end just because I learned to be happy when it began.

@daily-writing-challenge (Forgive the Knight his little rant he loves all the stories, it just breaks his heart to know how few see love as a beginning. Also ITS PRIDE I GET TO WRITE LOVE POEMS ALL MONTH)

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DWC Day 4: Failure/Unravel

Stumble trip and fall, Make mistakes a true journey Its how you will learn

Failure is not death, Surprise yourself by rising To new unknown heights.

Fly soar unravel, Plumet to the surface low, Lift yourself once more,

Know trails, old, new, March ever forward for you, Travel as a guide,

Twisting roads a maze, Get lost, forget, remember, No two paths the same.

But sometimes in life Threads of fate do intertwine, A journey now joined…

Forever altered, Souls woven in red silk braids Our Heart Strings bound tight

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DWC Day 3: Pompous/Blur

*DURING THE REIGN OF ELISONDE- Confiscated messages stuffed down the necks of rebel supplies - Author Unknown and never found* "The courts of webs and bitter symphonies discordant with my sensibilities, Blurry lines of friend and foe, a toxic verbal barb laced with false comfort and nightshade in equal measure, The threads made into razor wire strung between the jabs and compliments antithetical to trust. The Elite within these affluent and influential plot ruin and despair as if it is their entertainment, Tugging marionettes upon a stage of thorns and needles meant to bleed their puppets steps. Their canvas a throne room seeped in blood and tears, the salt of those who are less than. The pompous leaders play at benevolence as they feed their withering host all to eager for scraps. Well trained dogs to false noble words that sour in their speaking, but never their wine. The same wine wrung from grapes berries and the blood of their disposable masses, The callused hands of those who shape their gilded and enchanted halls made useless and into the mortar to enforce their walls. Each drop consumed in excess, each life ended in the name of power preserved… We suffer for the ones that see us as no more than the crops they harvest, souls to trade for richer flavors, deeper drinks. May the drown in sour batches and let them taste their tainted appetites and choke upon their cups. Shatter their aged bottles and rot their barrels into pulp… Remind the ones who render themselves blind to those beneath… That we are the roots that seed their feasts and fill each glass, we are the sweet that can turn bitter… Puppet strings can pull both ways… pull the lot of them into the muddy bloodstained pools of ill gotten luxury… And give those who have watched you wither something to fear." -C

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DWC Day 5: Abundance / Prey

Love in Abundance, So many colors flown High, Framed us in rainbows.

The scattered Spectrum, What diversity embraced, Thousand ways to love.

Beware falling prey, To the boundaries drawn for you, Break the expectation.

I love you stranger, Because you stand proud and whole, Raise your colors bright.

Love who you will Love, Embrace the self you've dreamed of, You are not alone.

(Enjoy my Pride supporting Cast) @daily-writing-challenge

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DWC Day 6: Anguish / Heat

(WARNING: This Poem is not subtle in it's portrayal of the erotic if that is not something you'd like to read give this one a skip!)

Petal soft skin… the taste of lily nectars honey and bliss, From your lips I sample heaven and find myself insatiable. My body blazing heat kissed by cool air glitter and sweat… Possessed of desire newly ignited by the sight of you clad in color. Paint stained pores and smeared in the patterns of my finger tips, Greedily I grope blind and desperate to mark your flesh with more… My teeth marks, lip stains, the reckless abandon of our act of pleasure… Another magnum opus in the artform of love, a facet of the tangible divine. The godless heathen in me knows them through you and your rapture, A worship of something wholly carnal and in service of your release. I live in limbo in a tangle of limbs that make me forget my name, Words fail, only friction, anticipation, passion, motion. Only the way my world narrows as your breathing labors and heart quickens, I relish every excruciating moment as I reach my limit, As I crest the peak of your affirmations… So close… I taste it, feel it… breathe it, Only to halt on the ledge and ride the exquisite anguish of denial… Just so I might prolong that ecstasy of our unraveling. Stumbling tripping of my galloping heart as your plea undoes me… And I am cast a drift in a pleasure so vast I know the depths of all that is or was. I exalt, I roar, I feel gravity unspool and the heavens open to me through your pleasure. I say your name until it looses all meaning… I forget where I end and you begin. After… there is a lingering glow… that fragment of fundamental truth. If the Act of love was meant as the catalyst then that truth is what I knew before… My soul touched yours in that pleasure, it woke something dormant in me… And I do not know that I will ever sleep again knowing what you bring out in me… You bring out sacred oaths and sinful promises… I am angel and demon… Pleasure and pain… Need and Want… And all I crave afterward is more…

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