Oh, idleness,Unchanging woman,Who I love.There is, to you, of what I observe,A frame, myself, and you, the painting.You have beauty that thunders a spark across the skies, above.Love cannot any longer, lift it up,All I may do is sculpt it, into a memorable form, of…
Upon sticks and brambles, and everything taken from the trees,Love, we do, with our hearts spread, over everything new.Like two fossils, once beautiful and full of scenery.Like two trees, now collapsed, with kisses running overAs the remaining twigs that caress. I am in love, or…
Too many sighs were in our mirror,Blowing the kisses that would pledge nothing.Gratitude was upon your naked lips,As shadow once drained from your eyes.This mind of mine, is miserable,As I’ve forced it to be. A dreadful field of longing and plight,Is now before our very…
Together, and nowWhen we will allowOurselves, to spit upon the blight,The doubt,That held us back,There is green upon the leaves, when autumnal frost still cakes them.I am in belief, that this love will flourish, with a crown of blood droplets,Rubies, tears from the form,And sapphire,…
A night without the embrace from thee,Is a night I’ll never be desperate to see,Upon the time when you return from across the waves,To see the defiled me,And know that the sun has run from me.The sun, as you, my created light,A single candle that…
Should I have known to slow the funeralUpon arriving to it?When seeing your form, in a state of no tomorrow,I breathed a sigh that revealed the cold,And gave my grief my hat to hold. Your form is as lifeless as the winter, with no shadow…
As though the ground beneath my feetSaw itself fitTo open up, and spill forth the salivation,From a mouth,And from the longingThat had granted itself, openly.You knelt there, upon the surface of the soil,Upon the pavement,And breathed a smile into my hands.A little treat for your…
When Hell cannot be quelledOf its shaping design, to forge a fire in my mind,There are the eyes, I always followTo where they point,Upon my bosom, where a bruised heart, burns black.A little woman with her hair in tangles,And suffering as a stain upon only…
Like the pauper, sideways upon the roadways.Like the pauper’s eyes, with no stare that enters backwardsTo the trailing mind, like the road before him.Like the pauper’s mind, imagined to be HellishIn whatever dream he’s conjured to pursue,Because the sun seems too hot, and unreachable,As the…
“Where else would time take us?”Said the man, disavowed.The little child at his feet, wished it could see,For with blinded eyes, it only groped,And was seen no differentBy that man.Because, the child was poor. A woman full of buttons to her cloak,Garbed in elegant modesty,Swam…
