"pallium" poems
I wish to be free to thinkWithout limitsBirthed again without sin in the unique place I rest my headOnly with no thoughts but my own wild dreamsTo be released into this world as a dreamer and ******* of branchesAs a newbie donning the cape of ignorance and embracing the sword of naivetyA knight or chivalry not know to this generationA pallium to imagine to wildest and purestAn arrow to the sky propelled by desire to fly
Feb 21, 2010
Feb 21, 2010 at 9:56 AM UTC
Melanie, an uncommon primate from Akhetaten,
Her eyes burn with energy as coal,
An aura that's so graceful; would bring humbleness,
To even Pella's golden youth.
She's sung in the streets of Xiangyang,
With praises of a Qin princess.
Rumour has it that a See once,
Perpended dropping his Pallium for her matrimony.
Why wouldn't she take these as mere compliments?
Something well mastered by we mischievous mortals,
We who would laud a Muse to skin bleaching.
Why would she bethink herself divine?
Just cause Vinci once portrayed,
her as "The Black Madonna".
Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 1:36 PM UTC