June 26, 08
Scenery of the majesty of
Mountain black to contrast,
White.
Evolving from the Earth,
As if wanting God to kiss it.
Demanding.
Tips of the Earth's own swords,
Break off into torrents of rain,
Corrupting.
Drowning the lands in soot,
Rivers flourish out without hope.
Dark lights fill the sky on fire,
Encrypting in forgotten language,
Death.
Fires rage as if surging with the sea,
Opening on the lands and spreading.
As quickly as slow; painful breach of life,
From the ground of support we fall,
Uprooted.
By what we uprooted far before time,
And once more we bleed and cry dirt.
As we all cave in to the splitting ground,
Offering no heat to our cold bones,
Void.
A mere reminder of the nothing created,
Creativity of Mercy never was imperative.
A cascade of fear; a shot of venom,
In my back near the shoulder blade,
Surges.
Toward within to kick my frozen
Chest and collapsing rigid neck.
Destruction.
Thursday, 26 June 2008
Tuesday, 24 June 2008
Soldier's Teeth
June 24, 08
Venomous like the flower
that shot out the tornado,
Towards the cracked sky,
May the stars give you
their breath so you may live
with their living shine.
Pearls shaken from my temple,
Glistening my sheer pale skin,
To stare into the eyes of mine,
I'd give you my chilled breath
If you hadn't already taken it.
As you stared into my eyes
Each fleck of shadow within
Yet another story of woe,
Surrounded by rings of light,
I refuse to read the inlaid runes
Upon a single one of your eyes.
Since no breath enters to give life.
To look upon my eyes which
I know are devoid of emotion,
Says a lot about you, My Desire.
And it says even more than that,
When you stare into your enemy
To the self that lies in the core behind
And still kill.
Venomous like the flower
that shot out the tornado,
Towards the cracked sky,
May the stars give you
their breath so you may live
with their living shine.
Pearls shaken from my temple,
Glistening my sheer pale skin,
To stare into the eyes of mine,
I'd give you my chilled breath
If you hadn't already taken it.
As you stared into my eyes
Each fleck of shadow within
Yet another story of woe,
Surrounded by rings of light,
I refuse to read the inlaid runes
Upon a single one of your eyes.
Since no breath enters to give life.
To look upon my eyes which
I know are devoid of emotion,
Says a lot about you, My Desire.
And it says even more than that,
When you stare into your enemy
To the self that lies in the core behind
And still kill.
Saturday, 21 June 2008
Elixir
June 21, 08
Tendrils of green branches snapped in two
Lingering yarns of it still grasping out
Begging to rid themselves of the burden
The burden of the green to deep red
The grapes having to be mixed with water
The shell expanding to be mine mirror
Slithering past, the ones I touch too dark
The ones just right I cannot reach yet
The serpent with deadly viper in dreams
Not quite a nightmare to the most of you
Too enchanting to scream as I follow you
Your glance matched mine and skin too
Death isn't falling into an abyss of such
Just lay your naked body upon mine bed
Wisps of shadows make your coverlet
And the vines will unlink themselves
Drop your steady branches to flow freely
Swirl with me in the pools we've forgot
The names shall not be etched in stone
Though consciously we name them "Vice".
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Abide in me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit by itself, unless it abides in the vine, neither can you, unless you abide in me. I am the vine; you are the branches. Whoever abides in me and I in him, he it is that bears much fruit, for apart from me you can do nothing (John 15:45)
-http://www.desiringgod.org/AboutUs/MonthlyNewsletter/2007_01/
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The serpent is Temptation (Satan some will know him by)
In the piece, I won't go into specifics, but the piece revolves around that previous chapter in the Christian Bible how we (people, humans,) are the branches, and "God" is the vine, we are supposed to cling to him and he bears fruits, we do not. Throughout it depicts the battle of temptation and human nature of greed to create our own "fruits".
Tuesday, 17 June 2008
Adieu Heaven
June 17, 08 (Writers Block)
Good morrow Heaven,
Closed her eyes lastly,
Firstly unclenched the
Child's small fist which
Actually fought the world.
She did.
Watched my eyes too wide,
The silver dancing lights,
Which were actually liquid,
And controlled by white men,
Or white coats rather, not you,
Not you.
Whispers of songs I mouthed,
Were conversations by them,
My prayers used much larger words,
But still ended in the four letters,
Each hand clutched each word,
Love and Hope.
My God, if there was one.
I closed my eyes firstly,
Secondly held my breath,
Unclenched my fists which
Only fought for motivation.
I did.
Sweet chocolate tastes like,
The porcupine knives driven
Into my skin with the guilty
Damned guilty skin of living,
My Child, My Jesus, My Living.
Adieu.
Adieu Heaven.
Good morrow Heaven,
Closed her eyes lastly,
Firstly unclenched the
Child's small fist which
Actually fought the world.
She did.
Watched my eyes too wide,
The silver dancing lights,
Which were actually liquid,
And controlled by white men,
Or white coats rather, not you,
Not you.
Whispers of songs I mouthed,
Were conversations by them,
My prayers used much larger words,
But still ended in the four letters,
Each hand clutched each word,
Love and Hope.
My God, if there was one.
I closed my eyes firstly,
Secondly held my breath,
Unclenched my fists which
Only fought for motivation.
I did.
Sweet chocolate tastes like,
The porcupine knives driven
Into my skin with the guilty
Damned guilty skin of living,
My Child, My Jesus, My Living.
Adieu.
Adieu Heaven.
Thursday, 12 June 2008
Reserved.
June 12
Sweet tasting mocha skin,
Swirls of raspberry chocolate,
Dribbled on chest and abdomen,
Loved far too much by the wind's
Teasers.
Each anklet waved with purpose,
Though her lips blew cold breath,
Frozen as the wind on chilled hair,
Bitter as the faith which is fading,
In mind.
Heat slowly being created together,
By lying lips against cigarettes,
Remembering how only pretty girls,
Are allowed to smoke like she wants,
And needs.
She dances to rock by the wall,
Alone where her declining limbs rest,
Against the painting of two kissing cops,
All by the seaside so she can excuse herself-
It's the noise
From the waves that makes buzzing,
In the mind far too loud for her to sleep.
And remember his tender kisses which
Were only meant for her but which she
Shared.
Sweet tasting mocha skin,
Swirls of raspberry chocolate,
Dribbled on chest and abdomen,
Loved far too much by the wind's
Teasers.
Each anklet waved with purpose,
Though her lips blew cold breath,
Frozen as the wind on chilled hair,
Bitter as the faith which is fading,
In mind.
Heat slowly being created together,
By lying lips against cigarettes,
Remembering how only pretty girls,
Are allowed to smoke like she wants,
And needs.
She dances to rock by the wall,
Alone where her declining limbs rest,
Against the painting of two kissing cops,
All by the seaside so she can excuse herself-
It's the noise
From the waves that makes buzzing,
In the mind far too loud for her to sleep.
And remember his tender kisses which
Were only meant for her but which she
Shared.
Sunday, 8 June 2008
Pleasant Ever-More
June 8, 08
Moulding to unfit waves
The blown glass liquid
Shaped by your burning
Lips to hands to fingers.
You made it first red,
The colour of the dress
I wore when we met
Lips to lips hand to hand
Then added silver,
Which reminded you
Of the night we danced
Hip to hip foot to foot
Once more you finished,
Another masterpiece
Which reminded you of
Fist against my cheeks.
I praised it lightly,
Knowing you already knew,
How much I loved it.
Fist against my cheeks.
Moulding to unfit waves
The blown glass liquid
Shaped by your burning
Lips to hands to fingers.
You made it first red,
The colour of the dress
I wore when we met
Lips to lips hand to hand
Then added silver,
Which reminded you
Of the night we danced
Hip to hip foot to foot
Once more you finished,
Another masterpiece
Which reminded you of
Fist against my cheeks.
I praised it lightly,
Knowing you already knew,
How much I loved it.
Fist against my cheeks.
Wednesday, 4 June 2008
Liquid Setting
June 4, 08
Scented night whispered,
Charming me with starlit streams,
Drown in liquid eyes,
If this is a dream,
I'll travel the world,
As the clock man,
Ticking away sanity,
Ticking away love,
Which brought sanity,
Which too much-
Brought insanity and
Too little brought it.
I'll wear a cloak,
And carry a bag fit for
Saint Nicholas' toys
Packing away sanity,
Packing away bliss
Which brought sanity,
Which too much-
Brought insane acts
And too little brought it.
And if this weren't a dream,
I'd feel too illusory and do,
Exactly what insanity bids do,
Tipping pills
Tipping bottles
Which would bring sanity,
Ignoring that too much,
Brought insanity,
Thinking too little did too.
A sliver of light,
Arranged as curtain of shades,
Mistaking the mind,
Scented night whispered,
Charming me with starlit streams,
Drown in liquid eyes,
If this is a dream,
I'll travel the world,
As the clock man,
Ticking away sanity,
Ticking away love,
Which brought sanity,
Which too much-
Brought insanity and
Too little brought it.
I'll wear a cloak,
And carry a bag fit for
Saint Nicholas' toys
Packing away sanity,
Packing away bliss
Which brought sanity,
Which too much-
Brought insane acts
And too little brought it.
And if this weren't a dream,
I'd feel too illusory and do,
Exactly what insanity bids do,
Tipping pills
Tipping bottles
Which would bring sanity,
Ignoring that too much,
Brought insanity,
Thinking too little did too.
A sliver of light,
Arranged as curtain of shades,
Mistaking the mind,
Sunday, 1 June 2008
Crushed
June 1, 08
Far off in the distance;
I see us getting along
You'll smile like you did...
Before-
The day before we met
Our bodies together
Before-
You realized how much
I really loved and trusted
Right before-
You turned an adolescent
Cheeky smile into a leer
Not seeing as I stare;
Stumbling out of the car
I wonder how long it takes
To kill me.
Far off in the distance;
I see us getting along
You'll smile like you did...
Before-
The day before we met
Our bodies together
Before-
You realized how much
I really loved and trusted
Right before-
You turned an adolescent
Cheeky smile into a leer
Not seeing as I stare;
Stumbling out of the car
I wonder how long it takes
To kill me.
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