Filed under Bad Poetry, Writing on January 26th, 1991 No Comments »
Thrill, sound of laughter
Small and delicated
with light,
a spirit
untouched
Effortlessly gliding
through the sun
Beaming
May it never
end.
Emotion sea
The dying darkness
The silver steel
All banished;
wiped away with a
single word
a touch of the hand
And assurance
of
you.
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Filed under Bad Poetry, Writing on January 26th, 1991 No Comments »
Lonely.
Like a breath.
Or wind
Or the invisible air
The tide; yes
Solitary
Inviolate
do not leave me
Stay, rest
Be
I am here see me
Know that I see you
Do not be alone
When we can just Be.
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Filed under Bad Poetry, Writing on January 19th, 1991 No Comments »
electric woman
Do you exist?
Pulsations of
your image
shrouded by your
hesitations
Vivid painting of a white withered angel
giving to a sea of fragrance
Beautiful Angel,
finite
it is you that is the stroker of hearts
the devoid
you are my fingertips
It is you Dancer,
it is you
Include me in your song
lead me past the silence into the
melee of your whispers
it is You.
electric
inviting
It has always been you.
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Filed under Bad Poetry, Writing on January 13th, 1991 No Comments »
Silhouette, radiance
She descends from
a prism of beauty
down
to touch me
with airs of twilight
Cool bells of fantasy
that tumble from her lips
I bathe in the fluid of her voice
Drink Drown Die
Suicide, most beautiful
I can not
touch her
She is gone.
Silhouette, retreating
ascending into the divine
Flourescent flame of absorption
Burning me until I am spent
and she does not return.
The sunlight she brings is gone, left
with her
Overwhelmed by the night,
I return home.
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Filed under Bad Poetry, Writing on January 8th, 1991 No Comments »
Alone
in his eye
She sings.
Spoken ripples of earth
cascade from her breath
and fall
Potent magic, sacred rain
siezing his hand
Drawing blood from his fingers
capsize his world
withdrawing him
into the pyramid of dying sky.
The ghost and the girl.
She sings
unwillingly
and he dies in her arms;
Choked by her beauty,
fleeting images snared behind his eyes
unreachable touch lodged in his throat
suffocated by rapture
entombed in desire,
His spirit rises into the heavens
of her sweet song.
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