Argent focuses on its stem
Arms of length feel its touch, the azure brightens, as it begins its bend into the unknown. Billets condemn thorns of itch and thirst, bleeding of tongueless empathy.
Shiny chains and chaplet dine on past meals, banishing the mark of beastly ego, pretending it is not there. Bare crimsons gallop on bareback dreams. Like wild animal pulling, destroying the surroundings of symphony.
Chevron faces stare blankly into darkened coral engimas, and cross the eyes of its blind, feeling its way through death's threshold. Dressed in falcon wing feathers, and disposed hemisphere.
With this cloth, we hurry to hang the opus on drapery first birthed from the lace of silky dreams, and open thy mind to the textile of feeling.
Feel its texture robe itself around your chested vessel, with tissue tightening, weaving fate inside the pores of flesh. Kneeling to the web beneath the soil,
asbestos beauty hurling toward the border. A canvas blank.
Fingers clawing at the sun in the sky, coulisse warped hands show age and miles traveled. 'fore-and-aft-sail, we glide on wings of fir trees, leeches in the pigments of our skin, begging to be taken away, but you say hell no, for there is no room.
Abide thy neighbor
For the air is smooth with ambiance
and appears to the dweller of sight,
to be calm with those of appreciation.
Apprehend the artifact for those not yet
to see its value.
An art to be painted, absorbed, to assume
the fickle heart, the heavy weight of a world
'Be conscious of', subjected judgments and
its spleen torn from the edges, losing empathy.
bear the bleed for it is believing.
Death Valley strikes like a lightning bolt out of control
An ablation of sins shooting across your eyes of hazel clouds
Back in the forest of a brighter moon, the people rummage the land, seeking more than they deserve.
No more is there a balance, barren is thy thought, as you thrive to speak of the 'be gone era' and those consumed by a relic gun.
Bones lay scattered, blue ruins unload, blotting out the dark harness trying to tear us apart.
Mercy o' me
Fallen being with timid timepiece
Drowning in a sea of black liquid
Hell's flames quick to reassemble
the potent potion of harmful words.
Quickly, they are drawn, swords from chariots fire
wicks in a box of dreams, sullen, saddened faces
commence in half- empty ships, sun up, running
free, wild savages break me in two, torn beauty
Tears spew from the chivalry, the dark eyes drowning
deep into the shades of sky, the birth of hatred spilling
from waterfall cheeks, and leaves its grave of death.
Allergic thoughts stream through attuned apologies; frictionless fingertips expel the chaotic empathic brows of History. Dreams fade in and out of butterfly wings of gray ash. With an abundance of billowing pink, boring blank pages into the distant aura.
Concrete memories surround acres of black attitudes and today, we speak two-fold sapphire remedies. Sought in sullen blue skies, the roadside mimicking long, lost thought, and sometimes, I stand within the breathless wind speaking your favorite song.
Tender, untamed kisses escaped wild lips, of impregnated thoughts and hourglass shaped fingertips.
Wintery blankets draped over the bodies of dead carcus and the bones quickly turning to dust,blowing afar and ago---
Battles breaking the silence of muted breaths
Bloody remains eroding under the skin of flaking hills and the chuckles of evil men.
Shirts strung to a twig--- s.o.s.
Poor souls left behind the scenes of erogance
and the trousers of penniless pockets tied to the ledge of doom.