N. L. Riviezzo

One hundred poems scripted onto this paper altar in exaltation of hidden potential - gods known and unknown, holy and unholy - within all creations.

Bouncing off the pageWhile howling at the moonBlue ink smearing out their demandsLittle child's footprintsLeading us on, leading us away

Some verses of disarmCutting insides apartBurns to bear in bareFor days gone wild

Moments of Self: Volume Two consists of five chapbooks - The Words of Morning, The Eulogies of Dream, The Solitude of Harvest, The Mirth of Equinox, and The Embrace of Solstice.The Words of MorningMore the ink has to sayTo my world and its exceptionsWanting the verses to screamLet it all out intoA paper-thin world soThey cannot torment me any longerThe Eulogies of DreamCrack open these nightmaresFloating across the bed andUp the wallsNothing to tether them downThe Solitude of HarvestIn memories gone byInner child once forgottenComes out to playForest dressed in greenTinted with sweetest dewOblivion dear exists hereThe Mirth of EquinoxBattles beyond theCrisp and torn pagesBut to the pageEverything is a warOf words and emotionThe Embrace of SolsticeA treasure locked awayEven from meJust a box of pineWith darkness insideShiny and new

Clutching nutrientsIn my withered palmsSinging healing psalmsMalnourished soulI harbor withinDrink deep of the realI forged and built

Consisting of The Kisses of Midnight, The Poisons of Noon, The Songs of Dusk, The Blood of Night, and The Visions of Dawn.The Kisses of Midnight: A chapbook of seventeen pieces embracing the essence of Dark RomanticismThe Poisons of Noon: Sixteen testaments to the anguish that comes with love, and to the aggression that fills the heart when love betraysThe Songs of Dusk: Twenty verses exhibiting the yearning words inherent in songs and hidden songs at the core of words.The Blood of Night: Of crimson and death/I verse/To create these twenty moments/Moments of blood in Night's bedThe Visions of Dawn: They cannot hide from/Blue eyes deep and insightful/Dress up the truths in/Frilly gowns but the darkness/Always stains for me to/View and exploit if I/Wish it so

A collection consisting of The Tears of Spring and The Breath of Summer.The Tears of SpringCertain moments in life are burdened by trials, pain, and regrets.In these moments, the tears of spring are shed filled with hopeful intentions.The Breath of SummerAn ode to rage only written for it was deemed a crime to feel the emotion beyond words.With this rage and chaos comes a peace, a reason for breathing.53 poems of storms clouds and the beauty that follow in their wake.

A collection consisting of The Heart of Autumn and The Soul of Winter.The Heart of Autumn: A journey exploring the darker meanings oflife, death, love, and inkin fifty-one beautifully intense and hopeful poemsThe Soul of Winter: The transition between what life was and what it is shaping to be in the future.A chronicle of the precipice that bridges childhood and adulthood, Autumn and Spring

Streaked across winter skiesWhirl and howlHarbingers to the endWorld as we know itGone to a new placeA new sense of beingSilver, black, and blue

One hundred poems where words rule over and submit to the whims of ink & thought dancing in wonder across the pages.

One hundred poems inscribed on fallen angel feathers mired in melancholia and marked with what prevails the mourning after.

One hundred poems that hike through habitats hallowed, habitats of warmth, habitats where love resides, habitats love abandoned, habitats left in the hold of madness, and habitats left to freeze in the darkness far from the hearth's fire.

Yarrow may ease their earthly burdensAcross the fields stretching fartherBypassing tchotchkes placed in sacredCeremonies to mask crossroadsOn the breeze in penance