angel child
You are the gentle flower
Of the soul
///:::///
let us to each other as if the gods and goddesses
See
•
Pure the dance as we
Weave in and out of every song
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Tomorrows wait breathlessly
Knowing !
Feeling !
( gathering )
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Flowers in her hair
Tossing hints and promises
Everywhere
.,.
Sure !
Steady !
Reliable !
Complete !
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It is so very simple to be glad
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 5:50 AM UTC
im sorry
i make your heels bleed from the eggshells,
im sorry
i bury landmines between your toes,
im sorry
i make you choke on your soft words.
im sorry i sail away.
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 7:12 AM UTC
your mouth is several degrees hotter than mine
and the heat was delicious
you devoured me with your lips, teeth, and tongue
it was a bruising kiss that i returned with equal intensity
our lips in an act of passion and possession
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 2:54 PM UTC
I thought you hung the moon in night skies,
Polishing the stars on my skin,
A welkin soul a rose loves rain
In the sacred grove immortal chestnuts scattered at your base,
O rapture of hearts thirsty, lucid you proclaimed nectar redder wines,
Bitter was his blood weeping wine from branches high
Every rose word shed immortal tears, intoxicated I lay upon his soil,
Madness sweet devotion yearned in my bitter blood wine,
O dismay such tears did rain
Seared my flesh naked, stabbed stupid with thorns,
Whitherward I was to vanish once more, a parched rose,
O’er perfumed mounds his children breathe
Talent he mused, mental is the artistic bleeder,
Born in one single nights kiss,
Bitten you swallowed thy stars, his throaty laugh
Drown you clever ***** in amaranthine dreams,
He rode through my soul filled veins,
Repulsed as I sin, umbriferous from loves bright sun
Learn he played, his song be bound in mortal pain,
Live thee without thy rain,
A statue weeps rosy wine,
~ For Judas dances in bleeding rain ~
© Arnay Rumens /A Sol Poet N 2014
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 2:53 PM UTC
The bells ring over the Anno,
Midnight, the long, long chime;
Here in the quivering darkness
I am afraid of time.
Oh, gray bells cease your tolling,
Time takes too much from me,
And yet to rock and river
He gives eternity.
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 2:35 PM UTC
We are the tin men
never the thin men
we walk in lines
within confines
never to weep
seek emortal sleep
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 2:34 PM UTC
I am not a boy
I am a tumor
I am an angler in the deep darkness waiting
I am enclosed, claustrophobic, and suffocating
extrapolating, because
I am a calculator and I want all the solutions to your infinity
I am a sine function perfectly predictable
I am a cancer
I am a twig in your forest, and the words in your thesaurus
that bore us because
I am a scholar
I am a hunter
I am an architect through the desert sands that demands
and understands because
I am a boy.
And I am not a boy, because
I am a tumor.
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 2:34 PM UTC
I'm scared I'll just end up in the pile of
"One of those"
That you always speak of.
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 2:32 PM UTC
I met a genius on the train
today
about 6 years old,
he sat beside me
and as the train
ran down along the coast
we came to the ocean
and then he looked at me
and said,
it's not pretty.
it was the first time I'd
realized
that.
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 2:31 PM UTC