A Fantazien Window

Imagination, Neotrepidia, Naturficial Wonder

Whispering Seashells

  • a sacrifice requires

    a sacrifice requires

    A sacrifice requires… Devotion. My trauma is punishing me.. I am not seen.. Even as my reflection looks back at me. There is no one there, No sign of recognition, No sign of life.. Every inappropriation, Wasting me, Without my permission, I was with you to the edge, And as I flew, You fell – Read more

  • The Flood

    The Flood

    Unfathomed points of starlight,Hidden by the radiance of the solitary sun,In the image of true conviction,Destiny leading blinds you. Yet, star song can still be heard,Calling to you from a sea of dreams,Through the veil of sight and sound,Through storm clouds and thunder – I know one day the sky will break,The rain fall and… Read more

  • The light that wakes me

    The light that wakes me

    The light that wakes me,Taunts with florid horns,Dreams of childlike innocence,But loveless is the dawn – Night’s avowed refugees,Washed up shadows spurn,Tides possessing rightly,These affections unreturned. A play of lies engrossing,Thieves that knowest me not,Consorts of the emptiness,The loves that life forgot. Solemnity is not my maker,Etching malevolent words –My underwriter is hope, Reborn with… Read more

  • Holding One’s Own

    Holding One’s Own

    This age is designed to weary, Its wonders are trivial. Dressed resplendent for arrangement,As brided and widowed sorrows.Ill-fated days of blades and sheaths, Must give up strength for justice. Volumes unnamed and unwritten, Must not temper steel in blood,Nor the quill with celebrity,Or speak false immortality – Now that lies are wit. Stay your hands… Read more

  • In Bette Davis’s Eyes

    In Bette Davis’s Eyes

    A life in Bette Davis’s eyes, Where glancing looks have killed,I stare into the sea for love unseen,Daffodils and dandelion’s please,His absence still comes for free,Between my darling Eleanor and Me. As silent as the canyon muse,Every rumour bouncing off the walls,I am always pining for the rain,For a grander piano that never came,While Penny… Read more

  • Frida and Manfred

    Frida and Manfred

    I was drawn in like the Red Baron,And shot down by the Goodman Empire,Whom I wounded with my dream of Winter,Where my freezing heart was too cold,And my Summer family hostaged to grief. Oh Frieda, in the mirror you’re so clear,That I call this picture of you self portraiture,The nightingale sitting in the pine tree,Singing… Read more