"acoma" poems
My face above the clouds...
My feet can't touch the ground...
And it feels like...
I remain in love acoma,
Your love kept my love stuck, so stuck
My heartbeat won't make a sound.
It feels like...
I'm slowly drifting,
Drifting away..
Into the water of unstable knees,
Wishful beliefs..
Maybe if I,
Maybe if I
Drift farther out into the clouds
We may fly...
Maybe if I close me eyes
We can imagine a vision of you and I?
I apologize
For jumping into the bottles and...
Drifting away
I know
I know you begged me to stay...
I know you left and gone away
But I'm
I'm slowly drifting
Wave after wave
Wave after wave
Into the open seas
Slowly drifting
Wave after wave...
I miss you
Want I kiss you
But another storms coming
Here comes the wave..
Wave after wave
I'm drowning
wave after wave...
(crying) wave after wave
(sinking)
I was slowly...
Drifting
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 12:56 AM UTC
The catiff faces flashes of flame-colored streaks within an effluvium of a Chinese-red aura;
Alabaster feet descend into a lucent, moist,sensuous terra cotta of an ancient Acoma clay;
The inner sanctum is torn asunder,a convulsive maelstrom gyrating in a vertiginous gale;
Formerly coherent chambers designed neatly to fit the one and only size reclines in ruins;
The newly anointed vagabond shivers, bones radiate,an icy hell,skin shredded to the soul;
A flood-tide rolls through the wanderer's field of vision ,as it provokes a foreboding terror;
Total disintegration of the rover's den fails to obscure the scion's bent and battered corpse;
Thoroughly shattered, the frenzied creature discerns a well-tapered icicle dangling above;
A stray bat swoops out of the decay as the deadly and frozen blade raised in anticipation;
Plunged into the sternum as she screams at the sight of the cold, lifeless body of her lover!
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 8:35 AM UTC