stars that bleed

Oct 04, 2005 21:28

pretense

inside of this coiling,

rumbling, reptilian life form known as existance

I square away these desires into a tightly woven box of mystery

silken embroidery flapping erroneously in the oklahoma' wind

carrying it eternally, like some direct etching into my mind

it feels like solitude but weighs a thousand ancient pounds

and no one strides these darkened night's beside me,

holding my ageless soul's space . .

and the beat, a tempo of joy and sorrow - bronzened together, performs

sarchastic incantations inside of my mind

silly little possibilities touched on but never, ever satiated . . .

visions of kissing my mate as we wed,

her porceline cheekbones trembling

under warm, overjoyed caresses I have placed in complete totality

Images

possibilties

driven hard into the template known as my consciousness

night after bright and enflamed bleeding star's night

TR 2005
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