| My Poetry Page |
| The Mourning Of Saturn The seasons write with resigned hesitation, Desolate richness to the devouring symptoms of speech, Unashamed simple man-walks down the sighing street of little taste and swears of prayers. The autumn comes early to the land of timed tears streaming down her resurrected face. Innocence might glimpse at the naked body of souls and free fearing children. The Presense of your eyes wound the design of God. Shine upon my heart, breathe the life out of trees; taste the blood of the faeries. Lightsafe and sacred of the ocean crashing into your mind. Crawled on your toes over the bridge of silver spikes, glass and raw dawn. Scarred gloves grace the walls of your spiral house. Destroy your souls' reflection, it's calling you to the edge of the web. Trapped in Profane voice, enough for all who hear the sacred boom of Satan's heart. Snow rains down upon my shoulders as I stand inside the circle of your sun. Impossible love come and go to every person who took the goblet of moon light. Symbolic meaning in realistic conversations between Jesus and Merlin. Talking about pure souls of castor. Beautiful magnolias drop from heaven onto my pillow covering me with the scent of sin and pleasure of painful nucleus. Resume the work on Christ's self esteem and pride. Teach him not to give into peer pressure and to always listen to his elders. |
| Night Fades To Shades The shades are shifting slowly toward the ever horizon of the setting sun. Our third moon is turning to dust and we are sleeping Though the atom bombs hit us we survive like mice, hiding in the crevices of earth and beyond. The anger among us grows rapidly And the sadness washes us clean. Tears of pain arise from the depths and pours forth to grow in unfathomable amounts. Overwhelming. We stand here wondering when the day will overcome us. Pages filled with words without meaning, only to who cares. Not many left. Extinction slowly creeps from the shadows of flowers. God condemns us to live through him-through love. |
| And The Summer Ends The incense burns silently and soflty filling the room; the aroma of love. I have found the reason of living. You consume most thoughts my mind is thinking of, always truly yours you may believe I am.... It nears the time of new beginnings, belongs to the horizon of heaven, seeking the release of the spiders' grasp. The web of the earth surrounds us, tells us that what we think is wrong and untouchable forever to never. As I bite my fingernails down to the flesh your image appears in my mirror life. We are together there and you feel to me as I feel to you while the snow falls as the last breath of autumn comes out. |
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| Symmetrical Heat As the antibodies eat the decaying carcass of my dead cat--the delicate pink ribbon encircling its throat flies up and around, resting gently--oh so lightly on my shoulder. It's a rare moment of illusory time when a peculiar reflection of your dead cat reveals its love for you--unwilling to come to the surfaceof life into the pink strip of silk in my hands. Perhaps. |
| If You Only Knew To I, you wish nothing I, but knew all of the meaning wish of dreams, a strengthening loving sleep relationship. |