November 14, 2009

Our Fall

Thursday, 11 December 2008 at 20:04
We come stumbling into communion
To sate our lust, can we divine the season
Our destinies are tempered by
A dichotomy of red on mortality
Autumn bark laid bare
In the internal confessional
Released from a life of Maya
My pious devotion make you beautiful
Am I to be your fallen messiah
You know I conquered the moon through you
Every curl is a stronghold of ecstasy
History’s tears are merely mourning dew
A film that pauses at you


The Monk

Thursday, 11 December 2008 at 20:00
i know you want to
turn mountains into molehills
to protect me

i know you found your soul mate
in the ripened dimensions of my soul

you forsake your bliss
& kiss the solitary, uncertainty
in the hope of reclaiming
composure, fulfillment through me

you sacrifice it all
at the Alter of Ought

you fear my turning
my irresolution
i, the daughter of plenty you seek
am fruit most forbidden

but that’s my exoskeleton
my insights are yours


Pulse Me into Perspective

Thursday, 11 December 2008 at 19:58
I saw a mirror moving, it was like love.
Its perspective was shifting
But it was adamant on seeing what it once saw.

Justification comes after the word
Thought is a bird that glides down post primal impulse
The blood bails out the pulse.


November 10, 2009

Mightier Than the Pen

Thursday, 11 December 2008 at 19:56
The electricity running through my neurons
Mutinying to your whim
Say the Word and inspire me
Into eternity in your bosom

The tide of this liquid heart
To when you wane and wax
Its pounding dense
Oxidizing my hope
Its spray through my eyes
Ascending into an Ultimatum to the Almighty

Thrashing Infants are we
Compelled by Spirits of Yore
Provoked to prove Substance by Victory
Over Figments of Lore


Distanced

Thursday, 11 December 2008 at 19:54 I miss you when the sun goes down Its rays forsaking I miss you with a maiden frown With soul flailing

An Elegy To Vanquished Breeze

Thursday, 11 December 2008 at 19:52
I’m writing dangerously,
Writing myself away
For all I spill onto this page

Whisk me away into immortality
If a tortured soul I must be
Let me breathe myself to my deathbed
If destiny to denouement has led

Exeunt soul into compartments
Atoms sorted by the alphabet
To tell of mere chemical essence
And not this farce of intellect disrespect

And if I be an effigy
Lament till the play of light cease
A still, a calm, a frost there be
An elegy to vanquished breeze


Reduce

Tuesday, 09 December 2008 at 22:42
I see the apocalypse in my smile
And heaven in a tack
Tomorrow isn’t coming
Snow lies in Plaque


Pulse

Tuesday, 09 December 2008 at 22:41
Music is a brothel of self
The mother of ecstasy in its purest form
Such erotic rhythm such that compels your blood to frenzy
And primal instincts which pulse honest, revealed by dead decorum


Death Bell

Tuesday, 09 December 2008 at 22:39
Once summer made me bold
In yesteryears I was made cold
Weather beaten
My autumn made me poor
My winter saw the drought of tears


The Purge

Tuesday, 09 December 2008 at 22:37
i saw death kneel
and time bow
lust is spent in waiting
the heart bleeds sore
to enshrine you
in the space it leaves


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