*cool flames
on the flower darken the bloom
where the impending hallelujahs
are merely a whoop in the
doom.
we castigate the vigor of evils
as they prosper from our flight,
and misread the graffito
on the holy wall
of Night.
choose
your phantoms like you -
choose your friends... but never love
a wonderment. be calm in all
the doings there
that hang your head
in constant
farce.
be kind
to all the angels
in your gallery of
rusted prayers.
and dabble just a bit
in much deeper
things
than Poetry.
II
This
is the form you take
from a ghost,
a complete fiend
half empty, on the cusp
of a raw deal. a blue blight
that has it's engines
revving the clutch
of every plight.
a
new eden
for the hell we're in
to accomplish
less than
spite.
to keep it all suspended
in the miracle
Life.*
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 12:40 PM UTC
*cool flames
on the flower darken the bloom
where the impending hallelujahs
are merely a whoop in the
doom.
we castigate the vigor of evils
as they prosper from our flight,
and misread the graffito
on the holy wall
of Night.
choose
your phantoms like you -
choose your friends... but never love
a wonderment. be calm in all
the doings there
that hang your head
in constant
farce.
be kind
to all the angels
in your gallery of
rusted prayers.
and dabble just a bit
in much deeper
things
than Poetry.
II
This
is the form you take
from a ghost,
a complete fiend
half empty, on the cusp
of a raw deal. a blue blight
that has it's engines
revving the clutch
of every plight.
a
new eden
for the hell we're in
to accomplish
less than
spite.
to keep it all suspended
in the miracle
Life.*
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