Nosferatu

Blood red garlic flowers,
Rent and wilting on the floor.
The moon is slipping silver;
Sliding underneath the door.
Hark, love, do you hear them,
Voices singing in your head?
Child of the night, I come
Across oceans to your bed.

~
Vampire Moon art, from rejesus.co.uk.

So Wrong

You can’t take your eyes off her
I’m dancing all alone
While her fingers play heartstrings
On her beautiful guitar

And I’m watching as you whisper
As you start to fall in love
On the outside, twirling ‘round two
Of the people that I love
While the music you are making
Is tearing me in two
I know she’s right, I know she’s right
I know she’s right for you
But I’m asking lonely nights long
Why am I always wrong, so wrong?

I can’t take my eyes off you
As you laugh aloud
Sharing jokes I’ll never truly know
‘Cause they aren’t ours

And I’m watching as you whisper
As you start to fall in love
On the outside, twirling ‘round two
Of the people that I love
While the music you are making
Is tearing me in two
I know she’s right, I know she’s right
I know she’s right for you
But I’m asking lonely nights long
Why am I always wrong, so wrong?

And I feel like I’ve lost what I’ve never had
How can dancing alone hurt this bad?

I know she’s right, I know she’s right
I know she’s right for you
But I’m asking lonely nights long
Why am I always wrong, so wrong?

~

Photograph, from striveagain.blogspot.com.

Severus

A man in black, you turn your back
Too broken to crack, used to the rack
And you hear the bells
Tolling in noctem, in noctem
And you hear your heart
Beating in noctem, in noctem

Hiding from light, too entwined to fight
Can’t do right, but can’t love the night
And you hear the bells
Tolling in noctem, in noctem
And you hear your heart
Beating in noctem, in noctem

So long the cold, your soul is stone old
Covered in mold, without flame to hold
And you hear the bells
Tolling in noctem, in noctem
And you hear your heart
Beating in noctem, in noctem

~
Screencap of Severus Snape in Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, from gallery.the-leaky-cauldron.org.

Nineteen-Eighteen Now

Hear gunshots shatter pictures
Of the way it wouldn’t be
There was nothing you could do
I can only mourn and see
Each stumbled step that took you
To this dark and bitter place
Hear cries and screams of dying
As the rulers lost their race
The peasants starving in the street
Thought only of your bread
To them, what were your children?
What was a sightless head?
Before this was, you did not know
Yet you knew too well
And in your ignorance and pride
There came a crimson swell
Oceans of tears; streams of blood
The roaring guns still cry
And we forget your picture shards
As on we march and die

~
Photograph: the Romanovs, from cpinternet.com.

Climbing the Memorial

We just don’t get along anymore
I heard her say
Screaming fighting slamming door
It’s a blue-sky day

And I’m climbing up polished stone
Each step forever
Breathing slow; surrounded alone
Do they remember?

You’re no longer lying stately here
Only dust below
And kids fly kites; no reverent fear
Do they even know?

Laid my hand on your strong door
And heard you say
Victories of peace, not those of war
It’s a blue-sky day...

~
A/N: The italicized line is part of this longer quote by President William McKinley: “Let us ever remember that our interest is in concord, not in conflict; and that our real eminence rests in the victories of peace, not those of war.”
Photograph: William McKinley Memorial, by Christian Nava, from panoramio.com.

Thirst

scoop me up like grains of sand
run me through your silken hand
i’m a desert; parched for you
love, you are the dawn’s pure dew

~
Photograph: View of a sunrise through a dew drop, by thebige, from english.wunderground.com.

Words

of words there is no mortal end
for endless writing, there’s no friend
and I could drain my own veins dry
trying to find the reason why
but all I’d have is a dying prayer
and a soul adrift upon the air

Locks

Well, I try so hard to shut you out
Lock the door; switch off the light
My mind can almost forget you
But my soul keeps up the fight

As I dream of love and passion
You are always outside my wall
With your hurt hands open wide
But I cover my ears at your call

Within this place, I wander too far
To find the same longing and lies
Then I wake to grey light of day
With black circles under my eyes

So now I’m opening curtains again
I’m weak but unlocking the door
Hold me, oh love, and forgive me
There’s nothing that I need more

~
Photograph, 'Venturing Outside', by Carol Chen, from people.ischool.berkley.edu.

Backgrounds: U2–Edge's Photos; Mysterious Ways

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The Credits:
01—Kiss the Future, photograph, by The Edge, from EdgeFest, via twitpic.com
Edge playing, blue clothes, y orange guitar, Barcelona, 6/30/09, from bloom of atu2.com
'GIMP Odysee Brushes', by Axeraider70 and ~Project-GimpBC of deviantart
'10 Large Light Textures Set 2', by ~Traitors-stead of deviantart
‘Abstract texture3’, by ~JenniStock of deviantart
02–04—'It's alright...' lyrics, from 'Mysterious Ways', by U2
Kymberlee Jay, hip hop crouch, photograph, from b-girlz-berlin.com
Mexican dancer, Cabo San Lucas, '08, photograph, from kozysilk.com
female contemporary dancer, d unitard, hair flung high, photograph, from tsawwassen-pilates.com
Irish dancer, Poland, 11/08 DM Reel, from irishdancing.ning.com
female native american dancer, pow wow, '07, photograph, from Cynthia Frankenburg of flickr.com
Maya Plisetskaya, bio cover, Swan Lake, photograph, from blog.roodo.com
Indian dancer, photograph, from shettydeepak.wordpress.com
belly dancer silhouette, clipart, from msmcalums.la.edu
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Jazz Girl silhouette, clip art, from powayusd.com
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Abstract texture3 by ~JenniStock [deviantart]
'Crashdowngrrl Nightsky Brushes', by ~fence-post of deviantart

Backgrounds: Viggo Mortensen

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01—'HP Eternal Ivy GIMP', by Rain Harbour
'Grunge 9 by KeReN–R', by ~ProjectGimpBC of deviantart
02—‘Cloudy Brushes version Gimp’, by =Scully7491 of deviantart
‘Dear Diary Brushes by in-vogue’, by ~gazettefreak of deviantart
‘HP Handwriting Gimp’ brushes, by Rain Harbour
03—photographs and writing, by Viggo Mortensen
photography, from an unknown source
04—various paintings, photographs and other artwork, by Viggo Mortensen
‘Grunge Filmstrip Brushes’, by =surfing-ant of deviantart
‘Historia for GIMP’, by ~ca-pris of deviantart

Backgrounds: Ewan McGregor/Kilts

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The Credits:
01—Ewan in kilt, photograph, from kerrsmith2306, of livejournal
Loch Lomond from Ben Lomond, photograph, from mealldubh.org
02—Ewan in kilt, photograph, from kerrsmith2306, of livejournal
Loch Lomond from Ben Lomond, photograph, from mealldubh.org
‘wp_bgs’ textures, by nerwende of livejournal
‘wp_bgs’ texture, by nerwende, of livejournal
03—Ewan in leather jacket photograph (far left), from assainova of livejournal
Ewan with knee up photograph (left of center), from provocateuse.com
Ewan in white shirt with arms crossed photograph (right of center), from provocateuse.com
Ewan in dark shirt with arms crossed photograph (far right), from kerrsmith2306 of livejournal
MacGregor clan tartan graphic, from scottish-wedding-dreams.com
'Paper Textures', by Rain Harbour
'Gimp Grungey Brushes', by =NinjaBunnyX of deviantart
'Rule Line Brushes', by ~askj84life of deviantart
04—center photograph, from kinopoisk.ru
other photographs from unknown sources

Here Love Is

When the dark descends too deep
And the night is another appointment
You’d like anything but to keep

When the moon’s no more a crescent
But a sickle destroying your dreams
Till all you have is ruined and rent

When the stars are falling too fast
And you must catch them anyway
Though their light can never last...

Be still, my soul, and hear the song
The song has been there all along
And hope in things you cannot see
For here love is and will always be

When the gold becomes too bright
And the day is just a weariness
You’d like anything but to fight

When the sun’s no more a sphere
But a wrecking ball breaking plans
Till you fall in frustration and fear

When your road comes to dead-end
And you long to find a better one
But can’t go on without a friend...

Be still, my soul, and hear the song
The song has been there all along
And hope in things you cannot see
For here love is and will always be

~
Photograph, from lighttothecity.org.

Background: Switchfoot

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The Credits:
'We want...' lyrics, from 'Meant to Live', by Switchfoot
Main Cathedral Valencia Spain, photograph, by ba314z of deviantart
nuclear fireball photograph, from salars.net
brick wall art, by liljah-art.prv.pl
scratch texture, from an unknown source

End of July

Above, I feel blue diamond sky;
Below, green sigh too soon to die;
Watch clouds and white wings idle by.
It’s the end of July and here I lie—
Too old to dream; too young to fly.

~
Photograph, from azurs.net

Sola

I stay up late to write again,
Hoping someone else will see,
Some star in this dark space
Will make a connection to me
And for a light speed moment
Pause the long drag of lonely.

~
Photograph, from eoj.ch.