Dark misery
how you wrap my heart
like a black cat around the leg
waking world thrust back into dream
vaccume un-escapable
i fall backwards
into your dark embace
slowly i sink , deep into your blackness
i feel the air course through my fingers
air rushing around my ears
as i decsend into this mist of tears
burn down my face
lacerations in thier wake
tears like blades
tears of dispair
i reach for the sun
now a tiny point of light
i see it's folly
in this black night
i look up and there you are
eyes hollow as death
you are made of a billion stars
glistening upon your midnight coat
My mother told me
That love is perishable
If it stands on the wrong
Rib
she said
A woman without
A rib is a strong wrong
Empire
She told me that
Beauty is in the character
And love is an action
As she had grown
To know that
Occasions makes no
Hero but heroes makes
The occasion
She said
A fish in the water is escapable
From Fisher men
A fish wife is a ribless woman
The husband can never
Escape from her claws
Respect your rib she said
But the harvest of a woman
Is real when she is groomed
With homely Manner's
And not because she is
Beautiful
Priest Would Enable Us To Be Capable
We knew what priest would do is enable,
His parish to have ability to be capable,
By him captured,
Then enraptured;
From all of our be free and escapable.
Jim Horn
Harbours quick repugnance and self explosive memories
Anger heats up the heart, burning any string of positive emotions, but
Torture is not escapable by the body covering such an oven
Rage in quantum amount produced by aggression even in atomic sizes
Eagle’s eye fixed on the negativity and mistakes of the victim
Dead compassion then decomposes to emit biogases of evil
I awoke
in the febrile night again,
half dazed
from my conviction
of your certainty,
contorted
by the pounding of 4 am,
and still restless
with vestigial sleep.
My sense for rain
laps the water
of vestibular illusion
and I am again in the Venetian
dusk of your warmth.
Somewhere,
between July
and this dense archipelago
I hear the whisper of November,
it is the chilled first day,
shared with menses
and candle shadow.
It is all seasons
and every brush stroke of memory,
it is the in-escapable,
visual artefact,
of you.
My nightmares
Aren't escapable
I'm in capable
To make this pain go away
To destroy my misery from my head
They can't be explained
Soon I might go insane
Thinking my dreams might be real
Running ans never facing my dreams head on
Never coming out on top
When will they stop
Failing every single night
They're recurring
I can't do this all year
My internal wounds need to be healed
My nightmares....
Will never stop until I die
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