QUEEN OF STEIN

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There’s always an ugly seduction on a scene of a broken doll,So why still pray to the angel of glass? And as crystals rip through our eyes, The clock strikes 12 revealing all our nightmares on every walls, Cut through the lace and you will find Nothing but a shattered porcelain butterflies

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

MORBID WINE

Morbid Wine

You scream in silence
And condemn me to a profane dream
You glorify my scars, and paint me in a blue symphony
On a learner’s feather you tell me homicide

Twinkles do these bats that flutter at my night eye
Lucid whispers hidden in the cracks of walls
Fragile waters that taste so vile on a beauty’s tongue
The black sun will grant showers on a crow’s wing

In the hands of a broken child lies the glow of a dark light
Yes my heart does know the burden of a heavy romance
Such streams of madness that plague my waking hours
In such this music you cannot make me an actor

Must I dwell in the arms of such a resolution?
While your halo drips it’s black sweat
Let this dark child drink his morbid wine
As this fragile lullaby helps you close your eyes tonight.

By Camille Tambe



Sunday, February 7, 2010

Poem : Fragile Water by Camille Tambe

What are fragile waters but truth stained upon lips of a lover

Forgiven follies in the eyes resolutions

A fact torn apart from a heart and placed in an absolute mind

Tribulations given! And a moment so mental that you break by breath

What are these fragile waters but selfish solutions?

A ransom paid by a guilty hostage, with every blink, it cages in on them two

Why must they burst out of children and scatter across the sun

Like lucid butterflies fleeting into the arm of refusal to our reality

Fragile waters, bitter the taste, but as sweet just the same

An emotion untouched, incorruptible! A moment so innocent in absolution

In these single pale attributes I am given certainty of their existence

To creatures like me, we find them puckish

They are forever unknown to my scared kind, or have we simply forgotten their scent?

Only that they fall with honesty and lies

Denying fictional truth, stitching it within the tongue

Fragile waters are you forgiven follies in eyes of resolution?

Or are you nothing more but stain upon a lover’s lips?