the empty timings
of ford trucks six galloping horse's
and industrial
hushes of flint Michigan's or'r
of a solid notion
covered above quiet gestures
where almonds
and mustard seeds gather
throughout the earths
crestful daunting arches
that glowed gravely
within the abrupt tides
flushing giant gnats
crushing simple thoughts
where sullen valley's closed in
the faint scent
of perfumed nectar
beckoning
wretchedness calling
of tidy bindery folded
above empty wine glasses
and half filled tea cups
catering to the craving
sound of humanity
while chaste mindful
cringes grazes
within yellow fields
of dandelion's mist
concealing a paste
of harden surfaces
grooming the rough edge's
of man's inner most soul
pardoning infancy
therefore simply
tampering with
the keeper's nest of kindness
Categories:
bindery, passion,
Form: Prose Poetry
gently we measured
our compassionate realm
I was takened by the mental storm
of quiet gestures beckoning
the calm bayous the sinking earth
of hanging moss craving darkness
while seeking lights inner most hues
catered to the wild eyes of daintiness
and empty sorrows kindered between
a bias immortal sphere within thee eternal
wrath folded beyond di Vaticans core
beneath the rubble of solid structures
formed from masses of rotting flesh
and the bindery of soiled stained
souls of cold shattered existances
beyond the robe an awakening era
permitted silence among
the sheepcotes again
through a weakened weariness
reaching clawing clinging to a timeless cradle
a quickening naught of emptied virtue
while death had resided in me
underneath a slab of raw gravel
apon the holy see
Categories:
bindery, dedication,
Form: Prose Poetry