 |
We all walk across horizons;
silhouettes marching.
Foot steps soft and firm;
striking like chisels,
leaving shadows strewn in our wake
to mark ..
|
|
your logic is flawless like perpetual motion;
your conclusions are aggressive with a sexual motive
|
|
this isn't about religion, or even spirituality
but it is about your spirit,
and how you dream
of everything;
there's no limit to your vision
nor..
|
|
symphonic soothing, the fluid movement of her ballet lines
is reminiscent of poetry written in the classic sense;
of sunrises and sunsets,
though m..
|
|
"a stupid fascination with remapping the blueprint"...says it all.
|
|
The typical first impression,
that she was a walking cliche;
birthed from the lyrics of a butt-rock anthem;
she was conceived during a storm
as he..
|
|
Hands...
...stretched forth towards the heavens as if to grasp the sky, rip it from its foundations, clasp it tight to breast, let fade the vivid s..
|
|
Read this less as a denunciation of divinity, more as a celebration of life.
|
|
One of the few love poems I have written. I'm trying to explore the parallels between religious worship and the way some couples structure their relat..
|
|
|
Profile
Writing
Friends
Share This