The Cool Fall Becomes a Snowstorm

Picture Reference

Summer heat turned turned to a cool fall and prepares for a colder winter,
Leaves removed from the trees now lay scattered on the frozen ground,
That lovely grass of growth is in the process of a deliberate hibernation,
The snow lays a blanket over what flourished in the burning sun,
Purity of the crystals of snow and ice now mirror clean new experiences.

Summer blue depths of oceans forgotten in the gaze of the snowflakes,
The cool fall buried in the mists of a wild and blowing snowstorm,
Ice castles built to remain protected from cold winter winds,
She sleds down white hills and new territory with speed and adventure,
A new winter glow rests on her rosy cheeks full of joy and smiles.

The Mystics Media

The Mystic Angel
Her new social landscape
It brings me new joy.

My passions are shared
Interesting new people
Solace and friends found.

Sabbatical Silence & Solitude

free graphics

What is a Sabbatical?

It is time away from something whether it is a short or long period of time.

Why the Silence? 

Everyone deals with grief, abuse, lies and turmoil in many different ways. I throw myself into my creativity and when the turmoil becomes out of hand I become silent. I have been bullied off of twitter, lied about, cyber bullied and abused now to the point I do not desire much of a social life with anyone online at the current time. My most recent discovery has shattered me. When I am in turmoil as the graphic states dark areas of my soul begin to emerge and reflect in my social media because of pain. Silence is a better option when areas of your soul are being provoked that should remain buried instead of shown.

Why the Solitude? 

At the current time I have nothing to offer an individual as far as good company goes besides my daughter and my common law husband. I live intensely which means I am run by my emotions. I limit my contacts when I am suffering.

I will be blogging further revelations, and sparks of creativity. I will still like the posts in tumblr but I would not be expecting much of a response as far as a reply. My trust levels have been robbed and not so much as an apology or for it to be explained has been even offered. Some can watch others suffer and hurt and do nothing about it without inflicting knowledge to their consciousness of what they have done to another.

In those cases I leave them with GOD and know revenge and justification for all I have endured will be dealt with appropriately when that time comes.

May God bless you to understand my seclusion. 

The Mystics Mendacity

Betrayal Image & The Betrayal Graphics

The knife was hidden from her gaze and from her wisdom and knowledge,

Removed from the sheath it was placed firmly but silently in her back,

Falsehoods of support and friendship against verbal and aggressive assaults,

Sins of the flesh overpowered the truth of the heart of love and friendship,

Temptations brought by devils in their human frames beneath the skin,

Leaving the Mystic Angel shattered from the darkness of betrayal.

The Mystics Medieval Memoirs

The Mystic writes poems or what I have now called memoirs. Memoirs is just a writing based on your personal life experiences. I focus on two genres of poems.

Gothic

Gothic poetry in most cases are poems that are dark in nature that are usually about pain, love that is tragic or death. 

Dark Romanticism

Dark romanticism are writings or poems that tend to revolve around satan, devils, and destruction of man or sin. In most cases dark romanticism will have an aura of mysticism or phenomena that is metaphysical.

To read more about this genre you can click here. 

The Mystics Masquerade

e 

The Mystics invite to a masquerade was cleverly disguised and wrapped,

A Mask that shields their true image, face and individual like camouflage,

A full costume decorated with glass so sharp around the edges that pierced,

Dancing with a stranger and their odd shadows that lurk under the skin. 

Silhouette in different forms engage constant undesired interactions,
Screaming for solitude from unwelcomed cavorts with a dark partner, 
Silently she escapes with scrapes, bruises and wounds from those shards, 
Bleeding from painful interludes from hidden but known approaches. 

The Security of The Cimmerian Shade

The Mystic Angel emerges in the evening hours of the darkening of the night,

The cimmerian shade becomes her shelter or a blanket of security she grasps,

The dimness offers something different then the brightness of the daylight hours,

Masks are visible and transparent in the glow of the light of the sun.

At dusk she can emerge into who she wants to be with a glimmer of dreams,

Wings outstretched she flys through the shadows of her passions with intensity,

Clinging to visions and longings with an ache of remaining still in the twilight,
The Mystic Angel coats the dark sky with speckles of wishing stars.

Enya Video

Only night will ever know
Why the heavens never show
All the dreams there are to know
Paint the sky with stars

Lyrics by Enya

 

The Mystics Moon and Dark Seers Sky

Every night I sit outside and watch that moon enveloped within the dark sky,

 Thoughts prevail my mind silently as tears fall down my cheeks of a special time,

The number three will always be a special number of a glimpse of a shared dream,

Darkness envelopes the alcove as I sit alone and hold it close so it won't escape me.

Shattered pain with a lining of a golden composite of pleasure and fantasy of recapturing it,
Placing those days into a special box where they can never be stolen from me again,
The Mystic locks away those memoirs and puts them in her heart forever,
Trois jours is a bond that will never be replaced or forgotten.