In fertile fields Fragile blooms heavy with seed Swaying lucid dreams Coupled with a whispered destiny Do you believe? (Father forgive me for my sins) I listened Pulse quickening to the promise Carried on transparent beams the angelic rush of lesser light Left me sightless Blind witness to the culling Harvest put to flame Only aborted dreams remain (My life ends where yours begins)
Fragrant flowers consumed Emotional holocaust of volcanic ash Scorched earth your cordial offering Death is the memory of a smile Shadows pass across your face (Along this fractured path I race) I let your passion burn within me Fury, vengeance and rage Your forever promise ever hellish Echoes in my smoking soul I let the sun set on my anger (Falling far from perfect grace) Let you shackle me with my own actions My guilt a noose to snap my neck You the author of defeat another broken soul for your unholy altar (resurrect this child from this dead end street) I cling to life in the balance Waiting
silence welling in the aftermath Crescendoed message resonant let go...let go... Is there oblivion in the release (place my spirit to worship at your feet) Falling away from everything I know The old man shatters within (wash away my every sin) (my life ends where you begin) TL Boehm 05/29/2008
There's a little parenthetical shabby verse within this thing. It was never well received at its "other home" so I hold no expectations for here but I am grateful for my ugly poetic children as well as the more popular ones. As a writer I am a coyote, an opportunist and will take whatever scraps I can.