#vigour
***Rustic memoirs
decompress under
the kokoros era of ink's
fluid vibrant black belt disciple
submerged to the holy ground bridges
where growethst the tiniest green lively tapestries caressing the impeccable coordination of wilted rugs preparing to take off into the open wide swoon for there's a landor on your lawn, a timber tale lotus blossoming towards the black and blue hues minglin frequency wavered jade bidis becoming the one
swarowski bidi on the rampage of
our wildest years yearning***
* colours fading into the righthearted unity of a remorsed graceful residence unfolding the rocket reggae vibes happily again*
Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 12:44 PM UTC
They lit
A thousand acre fire
To smoke out old dreams
That had
Buried themselves deeper
In the choke between ash seams
Writhing, fresh white skin
Came apart, bursting the arteries
Between the surface creature
And the blacker haunt named apathy
“Sleep away your desire
“Sleep away your misery
“Sleep away your vigour
“Sleep away your sympathy”
A dead seed in the pyre
A dead stare set to atrophy
A dead wish undelivered
In a lull of breathless harmony
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 2:51 PM UTC