Days spent searching for the Sangreal;
that I, may put my lips to where,
the Holy Lips last touched.
Cup of Life,
my faith a-harbour.
Cup of Love,
my seed you arbour.
So many truths untold?
Or was it just, for I,
so caught up in the trick-or-treat of life.
So many sins uphold?
Or was it just, for I,
so caught up in the trick-or-treat of life.
Cup of my life and love;
of many You be overflowing
with faith, that seed here words.
Life in Love.
Days spent searching for the Sangreal;
that I, may put my lips to where,
the Holy Lips last touched.
Categories:
sangreal, baptism, blessing, creation,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Roiling,simmering,boiling while quivering.This toiling ,this Maddening Lust;Gifted Hard;this thing in Me.Til dawns light first breaks,feel a Rage,Pure so Freely.Bended knee;drink deeply.Fill the Cup:Satiaite me.With Glistened Lips ,lick them sweetly.A ton of Ash.Burned Hot ,Completely.When looking up ,so sweetly .Naming My Sangreal;Whom I just FELT:My Soul and Self was the Quested Completion;Of a Daemons True Nature.Fulfilled in The Grail,The One Cup That Cups Me.So Comely,I LOVE THEE. James Patrick Kail Saturday October 20 2012.
Categories:
sangreal, allegory, love, passion, romance,
Form: I do not know?