Palm lines trace footsteps in my
desert Hands that are wrinkles of
Yesteryear's anxiety grips my Slumber
Mute without Breathing normally
formally known as Comfort...
Baked goods, aka Mother
(faker) aka Mirror
Smiles back through the
window pain when i frown
lines travel down the corners of my
mouth opens to draw words from the
Well, I guess we all feel the same
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Friday, May 26, 2006
Extinct
Floated iridescent water bubbles
That scent the room with euphonic
Heartbeats
Dripping upon the glare of Forgotten
I've forgotten
The seven plagues of woe
That veiled the frivolous sun
Until meltdown in the Nuclear sky
Pierced through the dragon's Eye
A magnificent swoop into the ebbing
Horizon,
That maroon slice
Percolating through the ragged cleft
of Canyon cliffs to the deserted valley
Where the droplets digress
Contort and effervesce
in a miasma of
Ecliptic repose
And meanwhile I will figure skate
on the frozen ocean Cusp
And taste its ruby wine mirage
In a crystal serenity From dawn
Until Dusk
That scent the room with euphonic
Heartbeats
Dripping upon the glare of Forgotten
I've forgotten
The seven plagues of woe
That veiled the frivolous sun
Until meltdown in the Nuclear sky
Pierced through the dragon's Eye
A magnificent swoop into the ebbing
Horizon,
That maroon slice
Percolating through the ragged cleft
of Canyon cliffs to the deserted valley
Where the droplets digress
Contort and effervesce
in a miasma of
Ecliptic repose
And meanwhile I will figure skate
on the frozen ocean Cusp
And taste its ruby wine mirage
In a crystal serenity From dawn
Until Dusk
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Decree Nisi
plenty the time abides in youth and flight
her obsolescent entity reveals its human blight
in a composition he will never comprehend,
With every another
try as he might, this libertine trend
disguised as a knight, designed to offend
with never such matters so strikingly trite,
She comes to discover.
and boorish these steps, and foolish this spite
the masquerade they dance in the lucid moonlight, she
laments. to no bitter end, for the loss of a best friend,
Her former lover.
her obsolescent entity reveals its human blight
in a composition he will never comprehend,
With every another
try as he might, this libertine trend
disguised as a knight, designed to offend
with never such matters so strikingly trite,
She comes to discover.
and boorish these steps, and foolish this spite
the masquerade they dance in the lucid moonlight, she
laments. to no bitter end, for the loss of a best friend,
Her former lover.
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Through the artist's eyes
Walking on the pavement would
arouse my soul
breathe me, open me
to the universal edge of vitality
The asphalt oppressor, as one could
believe it to be
concrete, defeat
of the living foliage underneath
Is unfortunate
As sitting inside a room does
not confine one
but meditate, illuminate
the inner ambience to imagine and create
For wingful freedom in thought
and belief
allow us to surely avow
The beauty that lies in serenity profound
If we could just finally perceive
that those which
oppress, may as well bless
As cement and walls are our canvasses
Our very license
to bleed and express
arouse my soul
breathe me, open me
to the universal edge of vitality
The asphalt oppressor, as one could
believe it to be
concrete, defeat
of the living foliage underneath
Is unfortunate
As sitting inside a room does
not confine one
but meditate, illuminate
the inner ambience to imagine and create
For wingful freedom in thought
and belief
allow us to surely avow
The beauty that lies in serenity profound
If we could just finally perceive
that those which
oppress, may as well bless
As cement and walls are our canvasses
Our very license
to bleed and express
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