I can’t take,
No. More.
I don’t want to take
Bitter trivialities
Into Madness
Cloaking an angelic voice
Like fog that rolls
About my brain
Before I’ve uncovered
Melancholy feelings
Resting just below
Its surface,
Reeling in abysmal horror
As toxins begin
To take to my veins
And surround my insight
With sweet nothings.
Tag: angelic
I Cried (day 1644)
On the edge of my post they cried.
They sat down in a semi circle
With legs crossed and arms placed
Calmly about their laps
And sang to me with eyes closed
And angelic voices reaching from
Stern to bow.
There was an unanswered echo
That leapt from a good cause
To an outstanding motif
Highlighted in the sun.
Whence my eyes swept from
Juxtapose to just a reason
And calmly reminded myself
I was upon the edge of my post
Until they cried.
She’s Madness (day 727)
She’s sweetheart
A thousand shades of love
Mixed with a crimson alert beacon
Signalling the end of a search
She’s madness
In peaceful laughter
Hovering around angelic
And gold spots in the sun
She’s all love
Like rainbows and
Puddles of fun
Splashing this way and that
She’s warmth
Lying on the sandy beaches
In the mid-summer heat
Floating off into sleep
She’s a tight turn
Whipping that tail around
Splashing white caps
In her hips and her toes
She’s magic
Allusions in wands
With a pot full of potions
And the power to possess