silent sihlouette of a summer day: the overpowering clouds
Hands boroughed,
the golden fleet of strands,
radiating; heat.
the love of a dog!
warming,
cautious of reaction,
fear of Zeus's power...
but Zeus's power;
it's daily
I
Him
Both
Man and friend
Concure the lighting with a belly rub and a doggy treat!
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Black: The Paradox of Absence-ianitess
The light: its crusade,
the absence: its greed
the absence swallowed it all,
the dark: the absence,
the deep: the absence,
the absence: ...
when there is no crusade,
then comes the absence of search; for absence?
the cycle: the absence
the question: cycle of absence?
the conclusion?
state of confusion...
leave it to the absence...
the absence: its greed
the absence swallowed it all,
the dark: the absence,
the deep: the absence,
the absence: ...
when there is no crusade,
then comes the absence of search; for absence?
the cycle: the absence
the question: cycle of absence?
the conclusion?
state of confusion...
leave it to the absence...
Fail
Masterfull anthem,
loops through my ears
the dying complexity,
it screeches at my fears
the trees dance to merry tunes
but the question of reality must be asked
a breathless rant,
through the universal bullhorn
the music; the cavalry
me; the command
swaying forth and proceeds,
capturing the right of passage
yet only a day dream
reality hands the music only a small attempt
a fail to the masses
loops through my ears
the dying complexity,
it screeches at my fears
the trees dance to merry tunes
but the question of reality must be asked
a breathless rant,
through the universal bullhorn
the music; the cavalry
me; the command
swaying forth and proceeds,
capturing the right of passage
yet only a day dream
reality hands the music only a small attempt
a fail to the masses
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Savior
Some days... I can hear myself screaming inside. Even when I turn to run, my guiding angel twists me around at the waste, to face my fear. My enemy... Like Typhon; it towers over me as it trudges among scattered corpses of prior attempts, and failures... a haunting. It presents me with a task and with a risk, but conceals the punishment behind bars, waiting for the perfect moment to caress my fleash with it's mighty fangs.
I can hear it. Imploding. The cries for aid sink my heart, for I know that the aid might not come. Whines... Un-deserving to be left astray to fend for itself, when once before it fended for others. IN some minds, the loyalty of the warrior goes unfavored. It makes me want to explode...
Sometimes I want to scream out the sickness... But I question the logic, is it the correct way - for me at least- to explore my emotions? Maybe the answer lies inside. At times I have to dig to find. That one tiny clue...
Today comes a rush of labor, tomorrow comes nothing but more. A pit stop from hell, kept me waiting for my return, but my savior - my guiding angel- knows where to direct me. But I question one thing: who is my guiding angel? I think I might have to dig to find out...
I can hear it. Imploding. The cries for aid sink my heart, for I know that the aid might not come. Whines... Un-deserving to be left astray to fend for itself, when once before it fended for others. IN some minds, the loyalty of the warrior goes unfavored. It makes me want to explode...
Sometimes I want to scream out the sickness... But I question the logic, is it the correct way - for me at least- to explore my emotions? Maybe the answer lies inside. At times I have to dig to find. That one tiny clue...
Today comes a rush of labor, tomorrow comes nothing but more. A pit stop from hell, kept me waiting for my return, but my savior - my guiding angel- knows where to direct me. But I question one thing: who is my guiding angel? I think I might have to dig to find out...