There’s something that makes me wander
Has me curious about things
It’s calming as a dream can be
Only it quickly becomes as infinite as anything
I didn’t leave a trail of crumbs
Since I didn’t want to be found
I just wanted to traipse the fields
Until the day we’d meet on the battleground
Desiccant from lack of sleep
Parched from the uneven heat
Seems I was like a trapped domestic sheep
Now I can’t stop myself from getting in too deep
Why can’t we just drift?
Ramble round and round until we meet
Tramp the soil and dusty wheat
Pretend we’re nomads cruising in the backseat
Soot stained cheeks
Have your fingerprints on me
She’s not as much a lady
As she was believed to be
She has the gleam in her eye
The hunger of a beast
She burned the fruit from the low hanging trees
Let the settlers have their feast
Swine has herded at her feet
But it’ll take more than a lifeline
For her not to bloody the sheets
Shoot ‘em dead and lay ‘em in the streets
Sugar you’re not sweet to me
I’m just a jack looking for a splash of tea
Don’t go letting your hair down
Cuz I’ll just yank it until you break free
Sitting under an arbor,
Broad daylight and pondering
mind,
Cerebral thinking as of a
maestro,
But a question still unanswered,
What makes me stick onto you?
Pardon me, did you just ask me
that ??
You assuage my desires,
Protect me from annihilation,
With your atruistic attitude,
Though your work acts a
desiccant,
That dampens the ebullience,
Still your ascent is visible above
horizon,
That's what makes me stick by!
As a priestess who pays daily
morning devotion to the deity,
And as the sunshines and the
rain falls,
Quintessence of tryst, wait is
ephemereal,
Embrocating the aches, healing
of severance,
Design needed to expiate,
And rendezvous we go to the
content,
Pardon me, would you still ask
me that ??
Written on 11/12/13
For contest- pardon me , did
you just.........
The Desert
Flat pit
Sands wings of want
Devour ( mesmerisms haunts )
Nothing but their desire
Scourges
No horizons
Empty skies
All with out meaning
Sit ( still carousel )
On want
Flat pit
Quicksand’s
Swallow
The dust of its need
Fills ( slow flash flood )
Grows
Touches nothing
Coughs and chokes
A feeling
Only want
With more to its cause
Shivering in hot blood
To the core
Spilled
Open ( laying naked enclosed )
Flat pit
Digs
Screeching moron
Scavenges
Empty laughter pulpit
The hugs of love
But want
Always want
Emptied to want
The flat pit
Falls
On want
The desert
Crawls the swimming sand
This water falls ( desiccant )
Dry
Long, hot day,
vicious sun beating down,
nature's desiccant.
Loading up, packing gear.
Day is done,
head for camp.
Rolling thunder,
sudden stop.
Death reigns in,
curtains of fire.
Eyes all about, searching,
Ali Babbas all around.
Not knowing, I move.
You see, for me,
time is life, safety second.
Blood soaked sand,
ripping, tearing,
white to red.
Making the call,
four to go up,
breaking through metal rain,
carried away by wings of
brown and green.
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