On the heap,
Thou dangle and screech
And bedeck, for I seemingly espouse.
The anecdotes and myths:
Engaged in a mutual pose.
There comes the hymn,
And the sway and the hum;
The abnormality and the deform
Halted on a single stance.
To dozen of the tokens
Whom I prejudged;
The prevalence of the chaos
That sleeps merely on my tongue.
To all the estrangements
From which I refrain,
Within the bawl of the tantrum, upon the hook of the day.
Farewell to all, farewell the haze
Farewell the cluster,
To the resolution found within a fane;
Where rituals confuse,
Where the practice becomes a fame.
There thou taketh solely,
A hymn and an interminable haze.
Whats the sense of the ovation
When no screen displays
A mourning motion
For which no motion craves?
I sigh, and mumble
To which mere consciences giveth
To me only, mine solely.
His to hear and his, keenly.

Unicorns. Being. Born.
Village of the ******.
Children of the corn.
Deaths to mourn.
Lover's scorned.
The devil's hooves & horned.
Tails & pitch forks.
Flames of hell fire.
Newborns delivered by storks.
Heaven's aspire.

Creations of destinations
Visions manifestations.
Interruption of their unspeakable corruption.
Justice has no eruptions.
No marriage proposals.
No engagements.
Relationship estrangements.
No current living arrangements.

Real mysteries.
Ancient history.
Alien technology.
Implanted neurology.
In depth psychology.
Recycled ecology.

© Harmony Sapphire . All rights reserved,

Lovers become quiet
When their bodies are raging,
The most perfect silence
When entwined and becoming one.
They search eachothers soul
Because each is lost without the other,
They fight and abandon
That they might reunite passionately.
Their spirits are free
And lurk the earth finding others
But not themselves,
Led by the estrangements of the heart.

They are like crazy peoples,
Lovers are,
Because they fight battles alone
Against the world
And submitting to the moments
Of lustrous passions
And in pain because life
Does not recognize such enigmas.
Lovers can only love,
Led by strings of violinists
Who take them where they have
Never been,
Going and going back again
Into the ****** of music
That plays quick beats and sad tunes.
Lovers are perpetually hopeful
Always wanting and taking the
Next step in a ladder to nowhere.

Lovers make mistakes
And do not learn from them,
Or sadly love the pain so much
They go back for more.

Alone in their own darkness,
Lovers find eachothers
Like tiny embers of burning
Souls filling the vastness of the void,
They cling to one another like
A child to a mother
And then rebel like a youthful
Suffocation.

Lovers are not stable,
They believe in God
And dance with the devil.

Lovers are alone,
Because they need seclusion
So that when they are free from
Themselves they can find something
Else to love,
They are in inexhaustible oil
To the lamp in a dark ravine,
They count drops of rain
And save their tears like memories.

They are empty and full,
Philosophical fools that love
Even those who reject them
And chase the uncapturable bird,
Flexible hearts of desirous fires.

Lover are the truth of humanity,
Crazy beautiful things
And they go loving
And hurting the beautiful life.

On this day's
devotion to those
dying on foreign fields
we pause to remember
war's separations
estrangements from Self..
So the remembering
most useful today
is our common connection
with those who have passed
and those passing
in ignore-ance
of each our one Self...

Before the estrangements of my youth
Were the meaning and colors to everything
Had as many friends as I could and held--
As tight to the hopes of living for eternity

Lost in the euphoria of my early years
Perhaps gravely endulged to even see
That the youth I savoured for so much
Has began to slowly erode to a new reality

The friends I had, worked their life around
And as I tried to arrive to the same place
The reality of mediocrity and blandness
Brought me to kneel, fittingly ashamed

My castle of grandeur collapsed as though--
I was not under it's roof, calling aloud
To whom I probably had missed dearly
"Mom, am I still young?" There's no answer

Better to sleep away this terrible dream
Let the calamity of my incessant doubt
Claw away my flesh and bones as it is
Hastily leave me here; older but not wiser