Did the muse kiss me deadly
Seek
Sleep
Lest the acid burns your mind
Intolerable pictures forming in the sleazy inslide of the deranged
Blessed sacraments
Spill chartreuse raindrops simmering in disrespect
While my breathe stinks
I hope to find
In the shadows
Widows weeping
Golden keys that open the blank pages before me
Not the questionable stares
Hollow of emotion
Seeking answers just the same
While your killing the dead
Does a hope remain
Gleamed in the shadows
Dripped in upon your blackened tongue
Singular in time
Tasting lost souls blemished upon my cheek
While the song remains
Seeking solace in the pristine
Drugs alone don't cut it anymore
Circles left behind
Scared in multitude of pleasuring
Could I hold my hands out and seek reprise
Open my eyes and see regret
See the first time we met
And when my love saw a shimmer
Did I kiss death
7 comments:
being in love is a bit of dying...so it probably did start the moment you met...smiles.
Tasting lost souls blemished upon my cheek
While the song remains...heck...some tight imagery in here adrian..
You are just fabulous with imagery--and I love the golden keys that open blank pages--Great write A
To me this is a mingling of the sacred and profane. Great images.
Your poems always come through for me in three colors, black, white and blood red--this one especially, with its tango with the meaning of death. Only thing I know is to write it with the blade man, like you're doing.
The best poems tackle subjects with weighty consequences - war, anarchy, death. The way you face up to this kind of subject matter is a kind of courage that is readily appreciated. Bravo!
This is thrilling! The second stanza really got to me :) Such hope remains but not always tangible through your work...words bleed into a time of their own through your thoughts!
Last stanza = goosebumps...always a sign of better than good! Fabulous! xoxo
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