Suspended high on the
Pendulum of volatile emotion
As high as my horizon
That of gravity
Which knew not my name
Discarded by the wings of mirth
The carcass of my yesterday
Collided with my tomorrow
Tainting my dreams of splendour
The dead hands that clung on
The fragile shadow
Ashamed of the light
The chasm is endless
A tidal wave of
Endless murderous desire
Drenched in vermilion
Susceptible to ruin
The rhythm of the heart
Pounded
Ever so thunderously
Intensity
Too profound to fathom
A catapult into the unknown
Deliciously so
The year draws nigh
Envisaged ends
Remain unrealised
Ready to roar
Or maybe
Just speak.
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 2:19 PM UTC
Suspended high on the
Pendulum of volatile emotion
As high as my horizon
That of gravity
Which knew not my name
Discarded by the wings of mirth
The carcass of my yesterday
Collided with my tomorrow
Tainting my dreams of splendour
The dead hands that clung on
The fragile shadow
Ashamed of the light
The chasm is endless
A tidal wave of
Endless murderous desire
Drenched in vermilion
Susceptible to ruin
The rhythm of the heart
Pounded
Ever so thunderously
Intensity
Too profound to fathom
A catapult into the unknown
Deliciously so
The year draws nigh
Envisaged ends
Remain unrealised
Ready to roar
Or maybe
Just speak.
I for one am ready to see this year go, what lies ahead I am uncertain of, feet forward into a blinding forest. I'll follow my feet.
Happy New Year poets, remember to love grandly and live genuinely someday.. I pray, the puzzle pieces will fit.
