#sanguine
Maiden mater, maiden’s gore,
for plenty sorrow, plenty sore
has struck into the slow foreshore
maiden's stature,
how I long!
to reminisce all summer long
toward the blurry winter light
I'll breathe away the rancid spite
and see and subtly close my eyes,
and climb into the auburn sky.
Jan 29, 2025
Jan 29, 2025 at 3:00 PM UTC
as the shimmering stars
in the scorpio skies
samba in syzygy,
here on scorched earth
the sparkling eyes of this silk rose
become stress’s antidote to soothe body and soul.
feeling sanguine,
even a tad sangfroid,
i smile,
scribbling sultry muses
sauced with sass and sibilance
© 2021
Nov 20, 2021
Nov 20, 2021 at 9:23 AM UTC
Sweet
Alleviating
Nurturing
Gripping
Uninhibiting
Intoxicating
Narcotic
Euphoric
Mar 5, 2020
Mar 5, 2020 at 6:20 PM UTC
Its about all I can take
This woolly MAMMOTH
Extinction at stake
You make me SICK
which flaw will I pick
Your upturned SMILE
with sadness drawn across
for miles
Your metallic
sanguine thick SICK
You are platinum
Numb
White gold WITHERED
Dumb
Metal breaks what
Sticks and STONES
Make
Dec 13, 2019
Dec 13, 2019 at 12:13 AM UTC
I again visited my garden of despair
Watered with tears of woes and neglect
And now that the pond of bliss is arid
I once again asked myself
What flowers can thrive on these barrens?
Then I glanced at the blossoms of withered memories
Scattered as wreckage from a landslide
The bushes of harrowing pain I found
Arranged in a line of endless thorny shrubs
Decayed trees bearing the fruit of deceit
Still cast a shadow of contorted lies
I then trod as lightly and slowly as I could
Then plucked a fruit from a rotten tree and got its seeds
And with a chalky smile I hummed a quiet tune
Even in the death of my garden
I saw the promises of healing
As I walked past the rusty trellises and tarnished fences
I welcomed my sanguine memories of perfect and scented blooms
Visions of sun-drenched leaves greeted my anguish with a sliver of silver lining
It doesn’t matter if my garden left me with nothing
What now matters most is here in my hands are seeds of hope
Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 10:10 AM UTC
Be happy they say
As if its a command, a switch, a lever
So simple to them
They do not see
How intangible it is for us
The ones who refuse to pretend
To lie to ourselves
To lie to everyone
Be happy they say,
Be happy
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 5:49 PM UTC
My woman
was direly
ephemeral and
indebted to
justice as
she was
ardor and
auspiciously sanguine
where gaiety
always bona
fide would
cry out
certainty lest
sublimity always
bigotry save
her heart
of gold
Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 8:03 AM UTC
*Fractal Fountains Of Her Shattered Grace,
Radiating Sanguine Light Scattered Across Hyperspace,
Cinematic Stories Of Her Synthetic Heart,
A Pianistic Fairy Sonicating Into An Illusionistic Art,
Through Liquefied Eternity & Decoded Divinity,
She Glides With Her Electrified Wings Illuminating Into An Elegy,
Feral Essence & Mellifluous Fluorescence,
Resonating Luminescence Of Her Imperious Quintessence,
Fragile Fragments Of Her Experimental Masquerade,
Sterile Rudiments Isolated Forming Into Crystal Palisades,
Metallic Frequencies & Cherished Reflections,
****** Transiencies Starlit In Her Smooched Seductions,
With A Touch Of Insanity & Afflux Of Ecstasy,
Her Carnal Femininity Bleeds Of Promiscuity,
- 05:09AM*
Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 7:51 PM UTC
.
Let's go searching.
With hand over heart to
Set the pace, you can guide our
Way through goosebumps. We'll search
Close and thin for meaning
In fears we're yet to shed.
Let's go falling.
We'll feel fuzzy headed
When the bough breaks
With a crisp crunch and
We'll leave to chance
Whose fall needs fixing.
Let's go shaking.
We'll let blurry white stars
Propagate in petri dish
Pupils; A shudder
At the brink with
Nails buried deep.
Let's go dreaming
Dreams of finding
Soft sands stretched limitless:
A place to land
Where respite paints
Over sanguine lips now still.
.
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 2:29 PM UTC
Sanguine eyes
Rose colored glasses
The way of life
I used to live
No longer there
In mind
Mood disarray
Disposition shattered
Positive negative
Happy sad
Charming tragic
I cannot return
Yet I wish
And isn't wishing sanguine?
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 11:15 AM UTC
Blackest night
I awaken breathless
No puddle of light
Only darkness
As the voices swirl around my feeble mind
“No more! No more!”
Screaming at the top of my lungs
He whispers back
They all whisper back
Whispers of an abhorrent kin
Writhe in mercurial rhythms
Claw at my frail skin
A liquid most sanguine pouring out from ancient scars
When will it all end?
Their faces, their faces!
The apparitions, the hallucinations
No eyes, no pity
I am transfixed and horrified
Cackling in my misery and despair
Mass hysteria catches in my throat
Words fail me
Never escape these four cushioned walls
I finally realize
I’m never going home
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 4:40 PM UTC