Posts Tagged: poetry
faith in fades
like Spring on the marsh your thought dances across the tendrils and fibers sprouting from my tender skin with plummeting earnestness you seize the breath I have yet to sing for the night in which we intertwine ourselves amongst memories
faith in fades
like Spring on the marsh your thought dances across the tendrils and fibers sprouting from my tender skin with plummeting earnestness you seize the breath I have yet to sing for the night in which we intertwine ourselves amongst memories
art sarcasm diatribe
this brief interlude pierced by realities ever crashing blow ballooned beyond your perception I become the ever present vision of myself standing before the strange altar beauties sleep whispers the willow’s breath soft and hurried words passed between the mouthes
art sarcasm diatribe
this brief interlude pierced by realities ever crashing blow ballooned beyond your perception I become the ever present vision of myself standing before the strange altar beauties sleep whispers the willow’s breath soft and hurried words passed between the mouthes
Gadget/Widget
the grotesque flesh parade begins and ends in hourly starts and stops the mechanism controlling this fatuous release of humanity down corridors and in and out of closed rooms seems to churn and clink in a discordia the arrhythmia anxiety
Gadget/Widget
the grotesque flesh parade begins and ends in hourly starts and stops the mechanism controlling this fatuous release of humanity down corridors and in and out of closed rooms seems to churn and clink in a discordia the arrhythmia anxiety
some pretty things
some pretty thing to be right in or wrong for that matter the difference is what? you see me the air is thick with anticipation don’t lose the lust you have the passion that fuels the desire the fire that
some pretty things
some pretty thing to be right in or wrong for that matter the difference is what? you see me the air is thick with anticipation don’t lose the lust you have the passion that fuels the desire the fire that
slow crawl
I awoke in arms in arms the fold of day a slim crease by which my nude leg could navigate a sheet unfurled a cloud passing across the new sun at dawn and I swim through the memory of this
slow crawl
I awoke in arms in arms the fold of day a slim crease by which my nude leg could navigate a sheet unfurled a cloud passing across the new sun at dawn and I swim through the memory of this
