I left a dove on your doorstep
and hoped it was enough
that you would caress it
every feather of ivory
not left untouched.
I left a dove by a slaughter house.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Friday, November 26, 2010
Golden Scarabs
orbs of tears
fall from the sun
butterflies pulsate
as she dips her rays
as all the leaves point
as all the birds gasp
you want them to leave
this private affair
held on the street.
fall from the sun
butterflies pulsate
as she dips her rays
as all the leaves point
as all the birds gasp
you want them to leave
this private affair
held on the street.
O' Biology
dictate through the cell
air breaks down
degrade each pathway
each eye catalyzes reactions
mutants differed from the mold
pathways produce all essential ingredients
minor revisions of hair began
constructed by its own
air breaks down
degrade each pathway
each eye catalyzes reactions
mutants differed from the mold
pathways produce all essential ingredients
minor revisions of hair began
constructed by its own
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Across
Stars explode in my eyes
They stream across my face
rolling down
like tears
and then
evaporate
I see these stars
These stars that dance for me
Dance for you.
They stream across my face
rolling down
like tears
and then
evaporate
I see these stars
These stars that dance for me
Dance for you.
This is the Last Time
Bloody sparks ignite
Ravens in the forest
Vinegar and venom cinge their tongues
Mountains of Fire burn their talons
Rivers of Ice freeze their wings
Eyes brimmed with blood and flesh
ripped from victims before
Black from the rotting corpses that lie in their bodies.
Too much for one.
He cannot hold his shield any longer
The flames consume him
In the tattered crimson clouds
Sorry, little Brother.
Ravens in the forest
Vinegar and venom cinge their tongues
Mountains of Fire burn their talons
Rivers of Ice freeze their wings
Eyes brimmed with blood and flesh
ripped from victims before
Black from the rotting corpses that lie in their bodies.
Too much for one.
He cannot hold his shield any longer
The flames consume him
In the tattered crimson clouds
Sorry, little Brother.
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