Leaving

In a crystal palace
or through the cutting wind
that bleeds my lips
I drop a tear.
Everywhere
I’m lonely,
for you are far,
so very cold,
and in the dark.


I miss you,
your warm hands,
and sweet smile,
the silly games
just running around.
Why did you leave?
I see now,
you are underground
but I’m in the dark.

Relentless

Across dark alleys I soar,
through the sharp chill that cracks my wings
and witness always the same:
the lust and crime, the excesses of men
and the cruel, relentless pain.

When the greedy, the criminals
and the corrupt take their last breath
and the city wipes itself of the soot
that stuck to the sweat of its walls,
a new age shall dawn for Men.

Liebster Blog Award

I'm honored to announce that Blackprint Poetry has recieved the Liebster Blog Award, which is passed on by fellow bloggers to recognize the recipient's contribution to blogging.
Thanks to Nomar Knight (and his beyond excellent blog Knight Chills) for the award! The prize should be passed forward to at least three blogs with less than 300 followers, so here it goes:


1 - "I write what I feel, I never worry what others think."
Definetly my first choice, I just love the irrevent (but optimistic) poetical style and themes. Always looking forward to more poetry from his author, Ackeem Russell.


Check him out at: http://a-poetsjustice.blogspot.com/


2 - Read between the minds
A beautiful poetry blog, complete with cool pictures that match the topic of the post.  Slpmartin's deep poetry surprises me with fast-paced rythm and witty denunciations of political wrongdoings of our time.


Check it out: http://slpmartin.wordpress.com/


3- The Guerilla Poetess
Skylar Smythe offers us some of the greatest erotic and romantic poetry to be found on the net. She is currently on the process of writing 30 poems in 30 days for National Poetry Month.


 Be sure to follow her at: http://guerillapoetess.blogspot.com/
Thanks to all, and hope to hear from you soon!

Remember to live

Remember to live
and grasp every second of life
Climb the colossal heights of night
and never forget to paint the colours of dawn.
And like a pioneer never cease
to make your way through forests
and walls of rock and fear.
Do not tremble at the callings of life
for they shall take you far beyond you’ll ever thought
and they will find your own true self,
down inside the carcass of your mortal skin.
And as the sun rises and falls,
your path shall meander so,
in glorious days and wicked times
life will not seldom find you
but the overwhelming grace of a fulfilled soul
shall cover the pain for the luxuries lost.

The Ordeal of Love

Why should I even try,
If it merely consumes my me,
Crashes my heart on lonely pressing nights,
When you seem far, very distant apart?

I know how this should work,
You in my mind and nothing else…
But how’d you expect my jealous heart,
To see my love near some reembracing arms?

And my tastes are far from my control…
So I came late, what else should I do?
I can’t turn the hearts of my near around,
Change their lives, when I am so far from that.

So I will turn to bed tonight,
Maybe furious, confused and tossing throughout,
Things will stay the way they are,
And I will think around and smell beside,

And remember once again,
That I love you.