Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Blessed Be, Her and She


Blessed be thy feet that have run only to me
Blessed be thy (legs/ knees) sensual and sweet
Blessed be thy Hips that shall carry life and seed
Blessed be thy Womb without which we would not be
Blessed be thy Breasts, Honest and Full
Blessed be thy Lips that do whisper 
liquid gol'
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Sins

Water
It cannot cleanse me
It cannot wash me
From this Dirt
That has caked upon my skin.

With Mud in my Teeth
And Sin in my Bones
Why
Do I feel so Wrong?
For something that Makes me?
(Feel Right?)

Oh I cannot help it...

This Dirt has Made My Skin
And The Dirt Ive made Kin.

Experimentation

I , reaping souls of lost dreamers
I that bittersweet Love with a deathly Tang
I still taking the hearts of men because they still love me.
Bang Bang ,
Dead.

Oh Night

Her.
Black as the Nighting sky
With eyes aflame,
like burning coal,
Empty as a barren womb,
Those wide eyes.

But alas
behold thine beauty!
She,
Made of Night itself,
With an essence that glows,
Brighter than the dying suns,
Couplets of rare sparkling rays,
She is .


Oh with Thine breasts topped with Saturn's rings of gold!
Her eyes that know beyond,
What mine could slightly see!
Tis so she loves me
And I her.

We lay amongst born again stars,
Our breaths aligning the Constellations.
We gaze into each others Suns,
Our rings and destiny collide in intimacy!
Our love brings Life to Death and more!
Oh Night! Oh Nuit! Oh Nubia!

I Love You Whole as You Love Me.

Old Static Television

My lids blink the static away,
screen to screen,channel to channel,
but its all just static.

My eyes trying to blink through stations,
Screen to screen, channel to channel,
stupid old TV they say,
but the old static TV still plays.

The blank show that shows blank daily
but what of me?

blink blink 

Its just me and my tired eyes
trying to blink the Universe away.

Dreams for a mud swaddling Pig

I want things to break because I am angry
I hate everything I do,
Im surprised my soul doesnt burst afire
from such resentment of myself
This ground swaddling pig,
with a dream of healthy sky
but all I know is dirt and mud.
The sky stays brown for me.
and the birds will say
Stupid pig, he knows nothing.

Thursday, July 11, 2013

Past Notes 2


Waiting for dried out tears to fall
Waiting for loves embrace to call
Waiting for painted windows to dull
Waiting for futures rope to pull