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SenselessI've lost the power of speech,
become the dumbest of beasts.
I've been robbed of my senses,
stripped of all my defences.

Your exercise of bewitching touch
leaves me incapable even of remembering my name.
Your witchcraft has undone so much,
still you refuse to shoulder the  blame.

There's so much for me to learn anew,
can I hope to learn it all from you?
Next in LineOne has to retaliate, at least as far
as dignity allows. Camilla knows,
Camilla understands the code
but Camilla was another's wife.

Duty is the diet of kings in waiting,
heir apparent, though sometimes
I wonder to whom. My mother,
god save her, is blessed with longevity

The rabble love her, the rabble love
my dead wife. They save their contempt for me.

Macdonald will strike the servile note,
and be only too pleased to pocket his fee.
In the studio he can be the high priest,
he will be sacrificing me, or least

my rags of reputation. She is dead.
The bishops say that god moves
as mysteriously as the Goddess of fate.

He's on c
WingsOnly in imagination could such wings be spread,
in fancy alone could concerted muscle wrench
the burden of equine flesh free of gravity,
leaving those grasping and jealous arms empty.

What sort of creature could this fabled beast, this Pegasus, be?
The ancients first dreamed the mythic horse among the foaming
breakers of the agitated sea. The fabulous creature, so they believed,
was sired by Poseidon, the ocean’s ancient, imperious king.

They also told how Pegasus was born at Medusa’s death.
The gorgon had been impregnated by Poseidon. As Perseus
struck off the monster’s head, the flying horse drew in his first breath.
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Empathy
Her experience
shows. She balances silence
and the weight of words,

she glows with what can only
be hinted, the unspoken.
Melt
The waters tumble,
freed so recently, able
again to surge,

to achieve a union
with the ever restless sea.
Framed And HungThey seem sanitised, as if edited for an alien eye. Noise, colour, motion, the gamut of possibility all removed. The artist has sought moments of accidental intimacy, such as occasionally flare  between  the myriad strangers  on the city’s vibrant streets.

Here a woman, hoping she instantiates glamour, unguardedly allows her loneliness to peer through her mask of aloof solitude. This child peers without guile at the black hole of the camera lens. Maybe his soul remains unstolen, but his open gaze (enlarged to occupy such space as he could not imagine) confronts a face that he will never see. The visitor to the gallery  feels obscurely
Voluptuously
The candles glowing,
she bathes in warm golden light,
haunted by desire.
ColloquyWhere, I asked, does the sun set?

Have never heard? It's swallowed by the Western Sea.

But how then can the sun rise?

Child, your dazzled eyes are too easily misled,

How can a hero rise again after he's dead?

Yet I see what I have seen. Are so many heroes then,

that they're extinguished every day?

You have seen what you have seen,

we faithless creatures can only watch and pray.
Touch
Did her fingers dance
across the keys long ago?
Her child's perfect face

might now be shadowed. Does she
still coax sound from inert keys?
Hubris
The conquerors saw
a vast, empty, cruel world,
indifferent to

conquest. They strove to subdue,
to shrink, to own, these marvels.
ArachnidDeath sunbathes
in the afternoon,
Its web of shiny
filaments spread wide
to entrap the unwary
blunderer.

Suspended in its trance
of desire, it's fixed
in motionless anticipation.
It awaits the moment
when a careless hope
will enter into oblivion.
SagacityDid he love wisdom?
His love was unrequited.
In his heart he knew
.
none could cultivate the void
from which alone all else grew.
Tank Over 8god-tyrant dead;
a strange void, newly opened
on our vast chess-board.

Long winters end in slow thaws.
The lifeless hand still grips tight.
Decadent, MetallicAbandoned metal
dreams of disintegration,
blacktop forgotten.

Functional no more,
decay imposes its own
brilliant display.
Elsewhere
The cityscape is
forgotten. She's compacted
by anxiety.

Has she ever seen the streets
about her? She sleepwalks.
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Reversal
Invert it to see
a dazzling plain, time-shaped
a cosmic mirage.

Such a vision might swallow
unwary souls without trace.
Dirge
Funereal tunes,
No sight required, you can feel
how hope ebbs away.

Nobody listens, no ear
attuned to those vibrations.
Blunt
Fingers work- toughened,
stripped long since of softness
by daily struggle.

These are not fingers that stroke
gently. They lack tact.
Massacre
Far too many names,
neatly engraved in marble,
cold, white, sanitised.

The fearful din of chaos
lives on only in the mind.
All Things WappingJeremy Hunt is wise and fair,
Just as honest as Tony Blair.

He failed to fathom Rupert Murdoch's tricks
but still he knew which orifice to lick.
Journey's EndTattered banners flap and rattle
at the mastheads, tugged by unceasing
rivers of air. The sodden hulk
can only wallow, helpless before
the fierce teeth at the cliff foot
as breakers shove the craft
towards destruction.

All the ship's canvas consumed,
stitched into shrouds for too many
burials at sea.

The ship of fools meets
at last with destiny.

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Nightfall

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Light hangs by a thread,
sharp focus softening as
vivid colours fade.
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A commentary on Sun Is Leaving by *MagicBlanche

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~Amberous Feb 22, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Elegant.
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*AlecBell Feb 22, 2013
Thank you. Good to hear from you!
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~Amberous Feb 23, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Yeah it has been a while!
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*AlecBell Feb 23, 2013
Will you be posting any work?
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~Amberous Feb 23, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I've been working on some pieces, but they aren't "finished". Very hard to find time to write lately, but should have more time in a couple of weeks to get round to fleshing out some ideas.
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*AlecBell Feb 23, 2013
I'll look forward to reading :nod:
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*SMAdams Feb 20, 2013  Student Writer
Oh, I love this piece. I usually, at least these days, approach things with a very critical eye (not that everyone needs one), this is stunning, Alec!

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*AlecBell Feb 21, 2013
Thank you, Shara :iconheartballoonplz:
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*SMAdams Feb 21, 2013  Student Writer
My pleasure!
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*Metal-Bender Feb 10, 2013   Photographer
Wonderful work Alec!:D
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