Deprive me not my idioms,
and capture to aspire
a juncture alongside them.
photographic images
captured
of astral heaven,
rabid tides, and
submerging benevolence
in the sand.
twilight
and
dreamscapes
placed in parallel...
crashing tides
a still moment dances by
water color laments from
my eyes
there is no poetry
living in affliction
vacancy: a means to
take in the lam
yet every lament diving in
my palms
conquered
lightly held inside your grasp
affliction in your soul
a very sad spectacal....
still life
in the sand.
© S.T. Rebel of Eden
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 10:29 PM UTC
Deprive me not my idioms,
and capture to aspire
a juncture alongside them.
photographic images
captured
of astral heaven,
rabid tides, and
submerging benevolence
in the sand.
twilight
and
dreamscapes
placed in parallel...
crashing tides
a still moment dances by
water color laments from
my eyes
there is no poetry
living in affliction
vacancy: a means to
take in the lam
yet every lament diving in
my palms
conquered
lightly held inside your grasp
affliction in your soul
a very sad spectacal....
still life
in the sand.
© S.T. Rebel of Eden
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