Take my deadly eyes inside your momentary
I am here to gain histerium
Ecstasy is a widow of our sensible
Forgotten shall lay down beneath these gates at dawn
Rectify my energy into your loneliness
And persecute those with shining armor.
Skeleton shall hold my hand
Finally demons shall arise
Lifting heavy weights from boredom’s gates
And fall down deep into desire.
Tag: desire
Whisper in Desire (day 1892)
The heart
A sloven machine
A soft machine
Calling at the moon
As sun sets lavender
And calm doves
Whisper in desire
With faint sound clouds
Of my heart
Dry (day 1891)
Rain, an unending apathy
Soaking away my desire
Feeding my inward voice
To a soothing fire
Of warm socks and books
To take all thoughts
Bundled away by leather strap
Into a tent listlessly blowing,
Heaving and relenting
For a softer night dry.
Sunset at the Ocean’s Edge (day 1880)
Alas, mine golden sun
You have brought home desire
You have piled high
What’s exhausted
In a day spent out at sea
And off deep cliffs
So red as your flame high
I have sent away a whisper to
An island I’ve never been
But here I sit, mesmerized
In spell of mind and soul
To wish away none other then
What valiantly is here to stay.
Once There Was A Queen (day 1860)
Once there was a Queen
Who knew my very first name
Mounted up the sun
Drove away to Alabama
With my desire in her hand
And now I call myself a man.
Palpable (day 1835)
I wake up
Covered in a thick film
Of dreams
And desires
Palpable
That linger
Amicably
Inside my foggy
Conscience,
Holding me
As if space
Has never
Betrayed me.
Unnecessary Badges (day 1699)
I have begun to soften unnecessary badges of my heart,
Little lines that string my thoughts together
And bury desires and dreams into unnecessary angles.
World keeps turning and I’m crouching down,
Closing my eyes and embracing an uncertainty, insanity,
That’s lost sense in my sturdy hands.
My unnecessary badges and I have lost you –
Which isn’t going to change the moon or sun,
Which isn’t going to flutter my heart any more.
So I carried this unnecessary badge in my pocket,
Two white squares and one measured and cast circle.
Pulling upon corners of a my little lines,
And tangling my dreams because I love you.
Little Puddles (day 1626)
Mystify my soul
Let letters drip down nectar
That wash away
– Pause. Dramatic Pause. –
And let tulips become beacons
Of this desire,
Leaving little puddles
To splash in
Every day.