for reason,
in these times of strife...
and dreams they are, just castles in the air... Did the Phoenix dream? Could it? Does it? Dreams of sweet nothings? Nightmares? The emerald green of paddy fields transforming to crimson walls of fire? Wake up poet. The times - they aren't a'changin, this world is largely fake...
13 Oct 2006
12 Oct 2006
11 Oct 2006
creativity@work, did i say ?
the heartless moon stares
across a sea of glistening black
across a sea of glistening black
while the relentless monotone
of ceaseless blacksmiths
hammer emotions
into begging bowls.
weary desires reach out
stoning mirrors
shattering reflections
to free dream shards
piercing my heart
in blue pain.
wisps of haze
escape tender wild lips
laced with the desire
of bitter nicotine
in erupting spirals
of dazzling tungsten.
searing songs of silence soothing
i penned so long ago
gazing the vista
of blossoms in sunshine
lingering waves of myriad mirages
in wavy curtains of spring rain;
that danced in your brown eyes...
10 Oct 2006
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