Midnight Shadows

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Midnight Shadows

Standing on the edge of the precipice
thoughts ruminate to and fro
searching the landscape
for lightning in a bottle –
for shadows within the darkness

These threads of errant thoughts
Help me gravitate towards shadowy fiends
fiends of my fantasy
which intriguingly satiate the catacombs of my soul
as the threshold of hope is reached

These shadows reside within a void
inside a landscape of tainted elation
spawned daily through affliction
yet transmute grey hope
into something more incisive
into silver strands of action

The tempo of my soul blares
contemplating this incisive moment
galvanized by the stroke of midnight
as the facade of reality shifts

The stroke of midnight now about
Darkness sweeps the land
releasing all its gorgeous strands
as the illusion of normality fades away

Suffused with shadows, every crevice
the land all rests in deepest slumber
yet shadows all go prance and dance
while light sleeps unknowing

These interludes of time
quietly begin dispersing
then despoiled by rising sun
shadows scatter within seams
to remain ensconced within my dreams

Again, standing on the edge of the precipice
thoughts ruminate to and fro
the vacuous feeling seeped away
as the seams within my dreams
became the locus of
a shadow’s paradise
to marauder when
the clock strikes midnight once again

Zy Marquiez
TheBreakaway
June 16, 2016

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The Precipice Of Dreams: Shadows Within Darkness

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Shadows Within Darkness

Standing on the edge of the precipice
thoughts ruminate to and fro
searching the landscape
for lightning in a bottle –
for shadows within the darkness

Gravitating towards these shadowy fiends
fiends of my fantasy
intriguingly satiate the catacombs of my soul
as the threshold of hope is reached

These shadows reside within
inside a landscape of tainted elation
spawned daily through affliction
yet transmute hope
into something more incisive

The tempo of my soul blares
contemplating this incisive moment
galvanized by the stroke of midnight
as the facade of reality shifts

The stroke of midnight now about
Darkness sweeps the land
releasing all its gorgeous strands
the stars the topping of this night
as the illusion of normal fades away

Suffused with shadows, every crevice
the land all rests in deepest slumber
yet shadows all go prance and dance
while light sleeps unknowing

Shadows merge with all that is
spreading gorgeous tints about
sable colors dot the landscape
pushing creativity to its darkest hue

These interludes of time
quietly begin dispersing
are despoiled by the rising sun
thence the shadows scatter within seams
to remain ensconced within my dreams

Again, standing on the edge of the precipice
thoughts ruminate to and fro
the vacuous feeling seeped away
as the seams within my dreams
became the locus of
a shadow’s paradise
to marauder when
the clock strikes midnight once again

 By: Zy Marquiez
TheBreakaway
April 6, 2016

Evening Star

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Evening Star

The clock struck Midnight.

The day just began
as the echoes of the darkness
swoon over my soul.

Interludes of deep meditation
supercharge my being
with the cylinders of creativity

The canvas is blank
for now.

Dreams thus
race through my mind
in pure reverie
within a Paradise Lost
whose footprint lies
fused with my heart.

A paradise.
A sanctum.
A home – no judgment.

This home,
my fulcrum
my antigravity
keeping me upright.
Always.

Yet a shooting star
came by to visit
with such encouraging passion
featuring an assemblage of charts
each plotting the destiny
of this moment.

All roads less traveled.
Constellations to be had.
Going everywhere.
Nowhere.
Always grounded.
Always boundless.

The darts thrown on a map
are random, yet meaningful.
Precise, yet mysterious.

A long friendship
an old friendship
a new friendship
it matters not
for it is
a true friendship.

An Evening Star.

No discrimination.
No close-mindedness .
Just friendship.

The clock struck One A.M.

What now?

By: Zy Marquiez
TheBreakaway
April 4, 2016