Luna Sinisti
Way up high in the velvet sky watching down on us
It stirs our internal tides, makes the currents rough
It evokes the lover, the killer, and the objects of their lust
Her haunting glow is all we know, but she certainly knows us
Like you and I she has two sides, one always hidden and dark
Heads will turn as bridges burn, we know this in our hearts
And even as we prod and taunt this ancient sacred crust
In the black night sky the Moon presides
Over all of us
To have great poets there must be great audiences too.
Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Sweet Hypnosis | 1 | 12/28/2009 |
| Reach For The Stars | 0 | 12/07/2009 |
| A Passion Beyond Compare | 0 | 12/04/2009 |
| Take a Walk With Me (pt.2) | 0 | 12/02/2009 |
| Where All Rivers Lead | 0 | 12/02/2009 |
| Genuine | 2 | 11/27/2009 |
| Luna Sinisti | 0 | 11/27/2009 |
| Atrophy | 0 | 11/27/2009 |
| A Dark Spectacle | 0 | 11/27/2009 |
| There's No Such Thing As Goodbye | 0 | 11/27/2009 |
| And So They Burned | 0 | 11/26/2009 |
| Paint a Portrait | 0 | 11/25/2009 |
| That Road | 0 | 11/25/2009 |
| If | 0 | 11/25/2009 |
| Forever After | 0 | 11/25/2009 |
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