White like the snow
Ice stiffened limbs
Reaching out
No saviors about
Snow flakes in the wind
I reached and reached and reached
Towards deaths cold hands
Never to see her again
I looked down
Wine of bloods holocaust
Flowing from my hands
Unto the devils abode
Whitest of Pyrenees days
I died beside her departure
Railroad tracks empty
Bloodless heart
Ashes black
Butterfly born
I saw a beer tap called
Cheval Blanc
while sitting in a tavern
in Quebec City.
Cheval Blanc.
It was the most heroic,
and poetic,
and majestic,
and powerful
name I’d heard in a while.
Cheval Blanc.
I liked the marriage
of the sound
of the v and the l
and I liked the finality
of the word "Blanc."
Right at that moment,
Cheval Blanc-
White Horse-
seemed so damned regal
and perfect.
I wished I was a cheval blanc
galloping away from town,
away from the cracks of the whips,
into the sanctity of the white woods.
We can see anything , anything
at all if we really truely believe
... simple faces as description
he scribbled in speech and action. So much Ambiguity.
Breaking Hives all over , jolt
to and fro , match points flares has been.
Held ashiver creeping bones o'er Dead Flesh
as autumn swam into His room in
the Abstract's Artist's reaction to
normal Gov. corruption : Told everything
is fine , looking up silver lining alley.
They say its democracy under terroist threat
Dear default citizen
Oh how you amaze..
You’ll trip on this mountain,
using its ball point or fountain.
And in less than a wink it will make you to think,
of a myriad ways to using your ink.
A star black and white, not shining and bright,
Trusted for excellence, it compels you to write.
From the crack of dawn, till late into night,
Makes you keep writing, till you get it just right.
- Prince Freakasso
(painter & poet)
Ethereal elegance in depiction
Thy beauty of my affliction
Glamorous shine I now shall plead
Withhold thy splendor, for I concede
Bedecking diamond of value aglow
It is perfection you bestow
Body of platinum your tap I seek
One to sense and not to peek
Rays of silver upon Schwarz
O the value colors import!
Your white gold tip surmounts surreal
Is it crystal that your ink reveals?
Ballpoint it is shallowness you suffice
Yet I bet that it doesn’t exceed your price!
“How shallow can observed value make one be?”-
Soul Maker: Special Edition Diamond Ballpoint Pen by Mont Blanc
Schwarz: German word for Black
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