A Fantazien Window

Imagination, Neotrepidia, Naturficial Wonder

A Fantazien Window

  • The Hunger

    The Hunger

    Remnant pieces in desert dunes, Begging for banishing banquet boons, The hunger and the dusk of wanting, Declinate desires in waning moons, The vapours of a day left hunting. . The road to hell so flat and paved, Chasing the sun as a shadow slaved, Refuse the life postponed and wasted, The sweetest scents of… Read more

  • Aspirin

    Aspirin

    She’s taking bets,Before she heads out,What’s up? Going up? Or you coming down,Maybe coming round… To feel the ground… She’s taking bets,And heading out of town, Umbrellas and fellers,An exploding scene, A jerk too clean, Maybe the weather,An angels featherA boson, a post on,The Internet of always,Or legs for daysTime telling upon your face,And gravity’s… Read more

  • Walking Out

    Walking Out

    Extending a slick hair hand, He tried to pay you in pomade, And sell you on a half moon, To take your adoring light,Without giving any darkness, Neither compliment nor spark,Hungry fire burning too bright, Saying “put out or be put out ” Stop now. Just stop.. STOP. Pull the needle from this track, Let… Read more

  • Hope beyond Hope

    Hope beyond Hope

    Hope was the laughter, The kind you can hear – And the kind you can see, In the eyes of the children, Hope was the meanings, Choosing to see to see, Not because we have, Eyes rolling in our skulls.  Hope was the trust, That every step I took, Was one step closer, To finding… Read more

  • Due

    Due

    He said I was living two lives,And that multi-tasking is impossible.As he bled into his television,Becoming static,And cosmic background –He died,Instead of trying to understand,That two lives, or fourCan be as one..A princess and a scholar,A fairy and a daughter,Can rule, study, fly and grow,With the same heart. I lived from and I lived for,I… Read more

  • The Eyes

    The Eyes

    The way you look at me,Is the way I looked at you –Honey dripping from the comb,Wet as servitude and naivety, Devoted illusions of the eye,Statistically happy and bled,By the book and by the look,Having and wanting empty shells,A thousand likes, a thousand hells, Then I stopped to see to see,And that fly that was… Read more