The Autumn Comes By Way
Choking Up the Earth and it's Leaves
The Summer Sun,Now Roams behind
It only Waits
And Wishes
to be Longer
It shall be Forever, Like the Morning and Moon's Light, This is my Blog, Peruse and Read what you Like. (Oh And Dont Forget to Feed my Fish)
Monday, September 26, 2011
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Outside 5
This Black Butterfly
I watch as It
Swirls Overhead
And around me
to the Beyond
I wonder
If it knows Me
and my Pain
This Black thing
I watch as It
Swirls Overhead
And around me
to the Beyond
I wonder
If it knows Me
and my Pain
This Black thing
Friday, September 23, 2011
Today 1
I breathe in the Wet Sun,
The trees and Grasses,
Sigh Together,
It has been an Eternity,
Since then.
I Slope along the Rock Dirt Hills,
The Weeds and Clouds,
Groan in unison,
It has been,It has been,
A Timeless-Forever,
Since then...
The trees and Grasses,
Sigh Together,
It has been an Eternity,
Since then.
I Slope along the Rock Dirt Hills,
The Weeds and Clouds,
Groan in unison,
It has been,It has been,
A Timeless-Forever,
Since then...
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
(past) When Shall I Resume?
The world comes and goes,
a world of Lazarus and Jesus,
and Michelangelo,
The unseen shadow that dwells,
in the consciousness that fell,
to the broken and down...
a host?
The crawling sick that heals,
to the body that shouldn't feel,
but leaves a scar,
that meals upon the flesh,
and becomes it.
Becomes the mouth that talks,
and the bound legs that walk,
but halt,
It changes back and forth,
but lets it believe,
at fault...
The world comes and burns,
to a world of "Sparrow" and "Poe"
and thine old "Lucifer"...
So now the shadow has risen,
taken over and has been,
waiting to see the next kin,to fall into his abyss...
Now this scar has become a disease,
mealing upon your soul to bleed,
eating your sanity up,
like fleas...
But the world comes and goes...
you see?
a world of Lazarus and Jesus,
and Michelangelo,
The unseen shadow that dwells,
in the consciousness that fell,
to the broken and down...
a host?
The crawling sick that heals,
to the body that shouldn't feel,
but leaves a scar,
that meals upon the flesh,
and becomes it.
Becomes the mouth that talks,
and the bound legs that walk,
but halt,
It changes back and forth,
but lets it believe,
at fault...
The world comes and burns,
to a world of "Sparrow" and "Poe"
and thine old "Lucifer"...
So now the shadow has risen,
taken over and has been,
waiting to see the next kin,to fall into his abyss...
Now this scar has become a disease,
mealing upon your soul to bleed,
eating your sanity up,
like fleas...
But the world comes and goes...
you see?
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Outside 3
My Voice is Charred like the Burning Log,
Shout I cannot Do no More,
Wading through the Expired Life of Fog,
I fall in,till Arms carry Me to Shore.
Shout I cannot Do no More,
Wading through the Expired Life of Fog,
I fall in,till Arms carry Me to Shore.
If it had a mouth,it too would have spoken....
If I could light a Match to Fate,I would,
I would let her Burn afire,as I sat and stood,
And all that was held, In her firm grasp,
would slowly burn away,
and my Future turn to
Ash.
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