A golden angel streaming profuse crimson
Huddled in the shadows of hailing trees
Setting faith in humanity
I am the emancipated son of pagan gods
Wearing Christian sleeves in personality
Corrupted by a truth
Ringing of emotion
A belief in auras
Passing mere away
With time dear (traditions/
Transitions emancipatory)
Time is standing still
Rotation of a dark curtain
Veil of otherworldly
The sun spun flickering shadows
In the vagrancies
A chilling notion something was
Is still and what is a dream
He shivered at his spine
Like an axis for reprieve
A grey bird he shook
Like an angel
That like a coward bled into his soul
And was his guardianship
As the blessed saved deceived their souls
And eerily fathomed Him alone
A dark place for dust to wither
No saviour quite perspicacious enough
A poverty of religion
Rationalized to moat
Of ideology depressed on tongues
As an ailment to expression
Language in the grain
Shivering
Like fear does mock the good of soul
Revolting the (cultured/occulted) hush
Abstinence of relenting belief in hues
He’s passing fast away
I’ve imagined dust like solitude
Films my skin
In time
Retreating old stubborn conviction
The passion must escape
The flickering hide of legacy
Carving deep into the poor man’s night
A nostalgic wilderness
This silence heaving stuttered
Convulsing asexual indigo
At the shrill of violin strings
The Eastern machination of pride
He spoke like a glitch
An estranged mariner
Sailing endless seas of guiltless depth
Like a bird in prostrate cradle
Out of the body abyss
His soul is waiting on becoming
Still so passing away
His chest heaves this ribcage
Gaunt of lordsome shrines
And the angels whisper him to wake
A holocaustic asylum
Reaches only a passing hand
Air like to puncture distance this riveting
Consolation raving childish
To present a world assimilated
In the soulful historic ignorance
Has a past so fast away
Fragments of mosaic reflection
An introspect absent existential
Though relieved in the evasive blue light
Of wildflowers
A stamp of violet mockery
The burden irrelevant in legacy
Of disintegrating response
Just the simmering scarlet oaks
Lining the canal strings of ancestry
Like accordions
I remember swans playing a soft silence on violins
The late night I swallowed soul
And imposed my fears into the red light machinery
The (dark-room) developing wildflowers
Starved of ambient light
Evoking soft blue featherings
I remember cowardice
Diving nevertheless into freezing rivers
Not able to shed a tear in this cold
I can only wither in the fall
Passing away repetitions
Captures tight the grit of dusty memories
In neon snowflake cages
I remember insanity
And I loved the world that way
I didn’t shiver in the cold
I didn’t stutter repeat
He didn’t shake like a schizophrenic coward
Thinking his personality away
When he died
Still I sit thinking
Still I’m falling grey
I remember light
Teeming deconstruction
The shading carve of lumbering trees
Caving in the empty forest
I heard the thoughtless rumble
I felt the wash of retreat
And I pecked my lover
Like an angel of a bird
To shatter the solitude
And cradle the abyss out of my shaking body
And she screeched like a raven
His lips were so cold
He passing away
At evening glow he leapt for the river
Impassioned disarray
The current icing on the rhapsody
It shattered his soul
Like a prayer on a hollow glass
The residue of darkened lips
Invoking ecstasy
They shook they quivered
At personalities out of body out of mind
They glitched they faded
Like digital traces
They passing away
I raced home heretic avenues
The capillary to faith
Tributary to the rain
It’s grey
My love is a dream
I’m pecking with the angels
And his breathing is fading
He passing away
The tunnels are coagulating in torrents
Skies a heavy sensuous
Shaking
Shades of grey (intention/
In tension) he passed at last away
And my head strained to birth the sun
Past through the horizon
And open the vagrant womb
On ambient night it’s parlor
The private hush of victory
His passing gasp away
We met so soon
In silent eyes
And the cello moaned of home
Cellistka combs and cries
It’s quiet now to roam
The fields of bright blue wildflowers
How passing fast the day
He believes it not
They sang his leveling
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