The frost still clings to hollows deep,
Where shadows stretch in iron gray,
Yet waking from a frozen sleep,
The world begins to turn away.
A single blade of emerald light
Pierces the crust of hardened snow,
Brave herald of the coming bright,
Where hidden, rushing waters flow.
The winter’s veil is wearing thin,
A tattered shroud of mist and sigh,
As golden warmth begins to win
And paint the edges of the sky.
Each shivering branch and rooted stem
Prepares to shed its coat of white,
To wear the dew—a budding gem—
And step into the morning light.
If I took my heart out of its cage
you would think: "ah offal, just meat,
fresh blood if I eat it quickly."
.
Crazily, you call 'need' love,
you're crazed, heartless,
a cannibal, a crippled dog
baying at a savage moon.
Limp tongues turn to syrup eventually.
Clearly these bodies are ravaged temples,
apes howl about its holy alter.
And yet, cherries are flesh,
their sweetness is in the hunger.
I drink and remember your face,
it is a landslip,
pushed by one iron gray hair.
We are mad, madly unhitched,
we hang from a mirage of love,
dangle from its limp sinews,
lips puckered,
ever willing to name
the unnamable, what it is not.
Thick smoke sick rising
into the stormy iron-gray sky
industrial gears and pistons
grinding eternity…
Lightning lances arcane
weathervanes over
a filthy antiquated metropolis!
Wondering!
a wandering of souls at midnight hearts
rising to a dirty sky a tower of Crimson, high...
With dark and narrow windows, fly!
Built to last on desires of a Beauty
build to last, shadowing.
Divinity is a place serene in my dreams
an alternate realities
the place I find deep in twilight
a place far, far from the Hidden White
in the secret, scared hours
as industrial smoke climbs high
into a bruised broken sky
thick, graying to black rising
into a storm ominous sky...
a cruel
industry,
something promising...
Words I cannot say-
within ricochet
ugly scenes replay
Distress!
Words I cannot say-
heavy stowaways
within spirit weigh
Depress.
Words I cannot say-
shades of yesterday
games I used to play
Regress...
Words I cannot say-
sins of youth repay
bars of iron gray
Oppress!
Words I cannot say-
inner self betray
secrets on display
(Undress.)
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(Although I listed this as "Rhyme" it is actually my first attempt at a French Lai poem.)
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