All entries for Tuesday 10 November 2009

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


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


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


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


Tuesday, 09 December 2008 at 22:34
Lover’s rewards are salt crystal cheeks
Bitterness the romantic’s destination
Spend eternities in sets of weeks
Inconsolable unto sublimation

In molecules of mute frustration
In shadow creases of the Mask
A bitter penalty for elation
The thirsty die but never ask

If I were to drift off like wood on a stream
And you were to cease like some perfect dream
The beasts would go away

Where Echoes Do Not Reach

Tuesday, 09 December 2008 at 22:33
Inner sanctum
By sound Untouched
Archaic phantom
Tangle of the sublime

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