You threw slippers to floor
The rippled mess a'lore
Fifteen nights of settled dawn
For one dusk without a yawn
I tussled with a night of sleep
To greet you mouth-agape with seep
No interest now, on lore of past
I grip your hand, in spite of ghast
**** off for good", you let me know
Fallen fast, I shreik, fathom of crow
The door, it echoes, blast my mind
For thinking, I would cease a bind
A cold night awaits at sill
Eyes lost in not a night of thrill
Moon ablaze, oh my heart it knows
The pain it shines with the light in flows
Car screech, clock bites the final end
Moon you know the things we fend
Look at night for I can see it done
Let it known, just don't tell the sun
Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 12:40 AM UTC
An exceptional accident
I fell upon knees
The ephemeral perfume
Bleeds to my nose
With eyes raise, I do declare
The sweetest beast has arose
Tattered skirt clinging
Strangling thigh downward
Purring upon her ankles
Mosaic flowers did do greet
I stare with blindness, I see
With her there is no retreat
Lifting hands and feeling silk
Beauty of her skin so deep
Deft hand brings me from my knee
To an aching ravens smile
I cannot lie, it quilts the mind
That she does take me out of bile
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 3:05 AM UTC
I've look upon the shore
Seen nothing but a bore
I've pontificated the stars
Only to retreat to rowdy bars
Seen light in the darkest cave
To only contemplate my nave
As I lay at last to rest
This soul to shrink without a best
I recall her face at last it shines
Sweeter than the finest wines
Fires my closing eyes to leave
A life to not succumb to greave
And now after a thousand lines
Written along an age of times
With her love I can leave my soul
An age of heaven with this fall
Strike me lord I can depart
Her beauty could make death an art
Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 2:38 AM UTC
The blue pales white above the echoing horizon
Seen fourth times, edifice, sea, wire, sky
Venture, traveller, approach him at last
The air blazes all approaching, stabbing the sense
Palpable is none among you, gliding through
The streets, the cars, those striking titans lining
The eclipse, shivering white cloud on cemented bone
Lackadaisical walk, breezed by wind into drowning
Dusk, when the aching red pours, staining blue, lost
Our sky vibrates, oscillating, drums on sea
Vision blurred, though it seems natural, myopia
Taken by the Pan, made real on nature
Isochronal to all around, who watch in vivid gawp
Neither spectacle, sight nor sear, means much to other
The world breathes, not to ignore, or worry
As clouds drift on, through the rose-bleach
The animal clings into itself, all moves toward
Horizon, a carnival to unknown spots beyond sky
Denizens to the untouchable, we onlookers know
Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 12:30 PM UTC
Just as this night leaves me a knave,
or how Dunbar looked upon his grave,
and as his wind waves our wicker,
we know less of how and what to do,
as it was with me and shall with you.
Empurpled cheeks among the cold,
flame the walls; his wind traps us hold,
pale hands touch with great brevity,
a single second lands us close to love,
for the bite of shame to **** the dove.
We almost had our moment,
now it dies without lament,
the walls stare with incandescence.
Mar 6, 2013
Mar 6, 2013 at 8:21 PM UTC
Bricks set in shame
and how those clouds danced above,
the precipitate descends.
The buildings feign perspiration.
The streets, oiled in appearance,
look at her with glib nuance,
slim smiles that still haunt her.
Home, such as a dead cave,
bringing with it lethargy,
tethered to the curtains;
hiding, spying, deceiving,
for the city, holds her shock.
Wet on the glass, eyes meet ghost,
sweating monoliths of the avenue,
they never answer to her tears.
Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 10:22 AM UTC
High west; alone, walking with darkness,
pavement grinding itself to ruin.
Where the feet meet, the ground scowls
and I know that I have been here before
and I know that this girl would not care,
but when the last post banished its light,
when night overcomes the street,
that is when I have found my unanimity.
Though the haunt may carry itself on,
I cannot waiver; now my heart is set
it would only betray this street I walk,
this street that crumbles under my feet,
down into ruin, with my heart.
They call it transcendence,
when it is only a falsehood.
Feb 27, 2013
Feb 27, 2013 at 10:24 PM UTC
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Feb 26, 2013
Feb 26, 2013 at 2:26 PM UTC
four billows browned the sky
eight nights ago
this night our eyes saw
the distance between our lives
this night saw what bellowed
once our eyes met
for the fourth time
anticipation
only bridles the night
eight nights later
i know
we will never meet again
the night does not worry
Feb 26, 2013
Feb 26, 2013 at 1:36 PM UTC