Pick, prill roll at the sound of zest and
awe... Sheets and tinkling - clinging
things as bells and stars
Rogue and vast as things razzmatazz
Almost flaccid like in between hymen's
sheath
Wrapped in a web of cosmic dreams
Delving on delirium and dimensions
undevilish on translucent streams
Finding the void coined hollow and incomplete
****** and pure as elvish leaf
The gates and doorways to a kingdom
of infinity and divinity
Cast shadows hover over covert cloudy
linings Protecting this pilgrimage of hope
a place where truth lives Showers of abundant waters roar and
caves embrace to rhythm adore
Hymn peculiar to simple notes
A surreal anecdote
plastered in an outlet of breathing walls And beyond the darkness you find the
essence of humanity
There past the dry and empty do you
find a hoard
Which houses instruments that play the
gospel of life divine Blessed by the meandering strings of
air, you glare into space and see faces
You look up and it is almost unreal as
you see fantastical places
You march and gallop
Drop and drop as you are drenched
and your body breathes
A sudden cold shakes me and I realise I
have been in the heaven of my dreams.
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 2:18 PM UTC
Pick, prill roll at the sound of zest and
awe... Sheets and tinkling - clinging
things as bells and stars
Rogue and vast as things razzmatazz
Almost flaccid like in between hymen's
sheath
Wrapped in a web of cosmic dreams
Delving on delirium and dimensions
undevilish on translucent streams
Finding the void coined hollow and incomplete
****** and pure as elvish leaf
The gates and doorways to a kingdom
of infinity and divinity
Cast shadows hover over covert cloudy
linings Protecting this pilgrimage of hope
a place where truth lives Showers of abundant waters roar and
caves embrace to rhythm adore
Hymn peculiar to simple notes
A surreal anecdote
plastered in an outlet of breathing walls And beyond the darkness you find the
essence of humanity
There past the dry and empty do you
find a hoard
Which houses instruments that play the
gospel of life divine Blessed by the meandering strings of
air, you glare into space and see faces
You look up and it is almost unreal as
you see fantastical places
You march and gallop
Drop and drop as you are drenched
and your body breathes
A sudden cold shakes me and I realise I
have been in the heaven of my dreams.
Another of the 100 poem series.
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