#acrobat
Well she
Spread-eagled in the empty air
Saw the waiting faces
Time stood still
And she didn’t trust a man in tights
so
She fell
She paused in her existence
Feeding her resistance
No one had answers
Not even her
She decided absurdity wasn’t for her
And chose to follow a different philosophy
To live by
And grabbed a solid rung
Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 12:22 PM UTC
fire ant performs
acrobatics, on a leaf,
pauses for applause!
Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 9:46 AM UTC
My words do splits, therefore they do gymnastic flips
this acid pit drips sick masses of glass and ink
Brain **** call it massive **** pinpointed so accurate
I'm going to a place with no conciseness
I write with my arms Then drop legs and abstract kicks
My abstractions are the thrills of a ride or several attractions
My mental is monumental to some by a fraction
I'm an empty thought that lies in a Casket
Surprise with my habits That's applied to the madness is tragic...
Slithering satisfaction supported strongly surpasses idiots by the masses.
Monumental mysteries mesmerizes men in misery...
I live life to amaze while in a maze of symmetry
I hope what I say Is riveting, Imagery will then cascade into a blaze of remedies
instantly sparking a chain reaction of positive energy...
The negative turns away...along with its enemies...
Ears evolve into eyes then spot their demise
I hope I never get lost in these times.
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 1:20 PM UTC
Her image shuddered;
Streaks of ebony lightning against the backdrop of
Cloudless, midnight blue
Muscles tensing, preparing
(A predator on the loose)
She pounced, back arched in
Feline grace, emerald eyes reflecting the
Silent spirit of a
Battle-hardened warrior
Twisting turning mid-air limbs outstretched
Landing with a whisper, the
Imprint of her paw prints humming the distant song of a
Secret moonlit sonata.
Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 11:40 AM UTC
it begins
with silky smooth fabric
like tiny cushions on her
delicate skin
she spins
her back arched ever so slightly
the curvatures of her feet
cuts through the empty air
she is swift
she is fast
she is doing what she
knows best
her fragile stability
is as light as a spider
she dances through the darkness
leading light in her path
the inaudible patter
as her feet
gracefully hit the floor
weave a tapestry
of a love unknown.
the sun
rises as
it is done
she does not remain
she is gone
her blood is a
song
sang just before the dawn.
(b.d.s.)
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 8:14 PM UTC