from the soul light |
Kiss me, kiss me as if you believe. My eyes like busy fools rest upon beauties grace. How your flower, your petals grow aware as I brush my lips on yours, and like angels, two unbodied essences, we ki...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Dec 2007 14:50:00 GMT |
now I write |
You have not seen my writing for ages, nor have you been fretting to see it. As once darling. Yet primed my words fall forth now, like drops of rain loosened from the turning leaves. Hammering the gra...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Dec 2007 14:49:00 GMT |
that first morning |
I watched you sleeping. My anxious eyes loomed over the length of your form in the ripening light of the morning, loosing itself in the darkness of your hair. Beauty seemed to hide in every limb. Then...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Dec 2007 14:48:00 GMT |
past the time |
Kiss me she said pulling him closeWe've gone past the time for talkMy passion she said as she opened his shirtMakes me hot as a chilli on a fork
Posted by on Mon, 03 Dec 2007 14:44:00 GMT |
Bang, bang, bang, bang |
Bang, bang, bang, bangYou're dead&&&&.You are no more&&&Gone is your bubbling laughYour twinkling eyesYour kind affectionYour sweet voice.Gone&&&&..Because the guns go bang
Posted by on Mon, 03 Dec 2007 14:42:00 GMT |
passion drips like boba through a straw |
They meet in the tea shop almost every dayHand in hand like lovers in an old playShe gazes into his eyes for some sign of affectionYet he reads his newspaper as if she wasn't thereHis steaming coffee ...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Dec 2007 14:41:00 GMT |
Mechanical slave |
Mechanical slave of a literary mindTapping out messages to a waiting world.Churns out slush and religious tractsQuick brown fox and words of flame Bills and brochures, innocence and pornDreams and des...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Dec 2007 14:39:00 GMT |
seduction of the gun |
Feel the hard sleek metallic tube,Its trigger taunting, smooth and cool.Spin it around the finger, a lethal arcThat seduces the eye and skips the breathExploding power, hard recoil, then silenceLike t...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Dec 2007 14:38:00 GMT |
flight home |
We filled the air with our drumming,Deadly moths against the hunter's moon.Silent sleeping homesteads met disasterThat October night when we shed out cargoAnd returned home.
Posted by on Mon, 03 Dec 2007 14:38:00 GMT |
kitten and butterfly |
There are no things that remain stableOur dreams and despairs fade with timeLeaving new lives and fresh hopes, Chasing dreams and disastersLike a young kitten stalking a butterfly
Posted by on Mon, 03 Dec 2007 14:37:00 GMT |
