firezombie
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ERIC ZAMARRIPA is an American author of many unfinished works and might become a film directer or something. He was born in San Antonio, Texas in 1988 and from early childhood was tainted by the BBC he became intensely interested in the arts. He loves the theatre, classical music and Monty Python. / / / / He continues to write poetry.
That voice, so sweet and light, that rides on high
The winds of winged angels much in play
Do stop and listen to your song and cry
Up to the Heavenly Father they pray
Make her the trumpet call so none would stray
And now there are you calling to souls lost
Under you lie with crossed arms to decay
Above with cracked tones I sing to exhaust
My sorrows. I touch cold, black stone your name embossed
Mar 19, 2012
Mar 19, 2012 at 5:45 PM UTC
From order to out, there a smile place
On high; you fly without a pause and still
With lighting precision nothing off base
And so to me the drink is worth a bill
As much as I take in, soon will form a gill
Dec 28, 2011
Dec 28, 2011 at 10:07 PM UTC
So long I stood there in the wind
A cry was heard on high
From where were thoughts laid in my mind
Of a maid left to die
A cold, chill wind had froze my soul
Hard put was I to more
No other there to me console
Or my body remove
Dec 28, 2011
Dec 28, 2011 at 10:06 PM UTC
Sweet lark do come from wood and water grand
Of river running and the plains so bear
Up high you fly, ah me! Only to stand
Till spring I wait and close my eyes to swear
That I will be anew in my prayer
Say will you that I am best above all
And only will you leave me till late fall
Dec 28, 2011
Dec 28, 2011 at 10:05 PM UTC
Dice hand up in air
Thunder clash of die and wood
A critical miss
Dec 28, 2011
Dec 28, 2011 at 10:05 PM UTC
Iron, hot dreams had gone away in mist
By silver moonlight and of burning day
Could have the G man forced a poisonous kiss
Or was it I, Ego who’s gone astray
An island out at sea is where you are
uncertain goods you wish by your own exile
In hope that wasted time left not a scar
Of long secluded life made others avile
Athena grace me with your deep insight
A wisdom wider than the ocean great
Away with you Epimetheus a blight
On the eyes of Present – unwanted trait
Out stretched heartstrings do yearn to be embrace
By future bliss and away with doubt erase
Dec 28, 2011
Dec 28, 2011 at 10:05 PM UTC
A bird may fly afar and wide
But some ill fate will cage them
The wings are cut but you will sing
A song of love and beauty
Dec 28, 2011
Dec 28, 2011 at 10:03 PM UTC
Above the din her voice went on the air
Away with cupid, out of here my soul
Desires nothing – save a love affair
A siren’s song to her sound like a troll
Starlight hath shine a kin to deep, black coal
Compared to you; how then do I still stand?
Callus and coarse is silk for ever droll
My hand out stretched to hold my soul demand
You laugh and in my arms you wish to be
Meaning of time to us had gone away
No wish had I to move so there stood we
Into my eyes were you as I did pray
To heaven above that she would not miss
Of my intent to hold her in a kiss
Dec 28, 2011
Dec 28, 2011 at 10:02 PM UTC
Walking did I to her a summer’s day
Song birds had flown about and guided me
To her; twisted the street had done in play
My path to her unblock without debris
A soft sound of a pitter pat that my hart
Tattoo inside my chest as I walk on
Not sure of how but knock at with a start
Super aware of self for I’m not brawn
Long had the time laid thick weighing me down
Did she hear me, had not the rapping awoke
Alarms to who was here? At this I frown
But no my doubts have turn into a joke
Before me stood an angelic wonder
That time and space would be blown asunder
Dec 28, 2011
Dec 28, 2011 at 10:01 PM UTC
The wrongs that you have been done in are strong
And torturous to be hold. O’ a pain!
A pain of such a lost to you the wrong
To keep in deep hate, unsure to be wane.
Cut by unvalued blade of love’s curl malice
You stand against her vaulting hate abash
But you have been made rough by her callus
Now done away with her vicious backlash
Set free are you to live a life a new
From lover’s quarrels made to new found peace
Of long spent wealth now able to pursue
Endeavors till the day that your heart cease
Look onward my old friend and be joyful
For it is time to pass me another bottle.
Dec 28, 2011
Dec 28, 2011 at 10:01 PM UTC