Velvet Astraea Dido
Biography of Velvet Astraea Dido
VELVET. soft and smooth. Others find undescribable.
ASTRAEA. The 'Starry Maiden'. During the Golden Age, the gods dwelled among mankind. As the wickedness of mortals increased, she was the last to leave, returned to heaven and was transformed into the constellation Virgo. She is represented as holding a pair of scales in one hand and a sword in the other.
DIDO. Queen of Carthage, who fled from Tyre, established her own colony. She assisted Aeneas after he had been ship-wreched and fell inlove with him. When he left her to sail on to Italy, she killed herself.
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Velvet Astraea Dido's Works:
Velvet Astraea Dido Poems
Shift Slide Fall And my head is spinning
And May Death Be
i can now see the end of the road its all clear to me now live and someone dies die, and let live.
And I am locked up in a place where no one else has the right to be. I’ve written so much, my walls are empty. I dreamt of dreams
drawn to the spinning circles in front of me attached
Late night thinking In the darkness I crawl Space enveloped my soul Searching…
I lost the passion I lost the energy I live in a mockery of truth Nothing worth to live for
Soaring With Syd Barrett
A ring. Non-Silence. Waterfalls drowning
By Whispers, A Glance
in your little corner the waves of your hair cover you pale innocent eyes wrapped in tender coldness the night side embraces you with wideness and wild tamed by the gentle laughter of a foreign realm
And Now I Stand
if you go i will not run after you not anymore not in a decade not in a light year
I am torturing myself Locking up myself To a seclusion of frailty Of my own weakness;
Confined By Time
and the sight of you split in two im bound to the limits of my dying due each second i blend with your shadow each second i spin with endless tomorrows
inser that line with short blitz noticed come with me as we hammock the carcasses in my head as my eyes fall
Eros And Psyche
i await thru the dying night your eternal shadow that looms within no light
the dark side of me still lingers and the paranoia never stops burried this soul to dead flowers
I go to sleep
when my brain gives up on me
I go to sleep
when my eyes shut themselves
I don’t go to sleep
when I can still see
but the darkness blinds me
and my senses are free.