Spilling Glass Tears of the Ultimate

Spilling Glass Tears of the Ultimate

A Poem by NightShade
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Unexpected Transmutations of my Big Toe!

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Melted wall mirrors form liquid reflections
spilling streams of abrasion on beaches
Foaming under pressure
the tides ebb and flow

A sparrows tail can be grasped
like a lion teasing spheres
or parting a wild horses mane
as one presses mountainous forms

For I examine magic needles
picked up from seabed basements
and flap like white storks
reeling the Emperor's silk

Strike the tiger and yield
glorious flight; whipping
the Earth lustily for the
pallid serpent to slither on

Hands ripple like clouds and take
the Papal Bull by the horns
descending like dragons
whose tongues stab the sun

The Regal monkey may be repulsed
by dire strumming of untuned guitars
Never fret though. Just catch avian
Spirits and gently release spears

Bloodstained palms reveal the
Phoenix who rises and pushes
us to carry that wounded
tiger back up the mountain

We sweep up the dust
of our travels to and fro
and breathe the eternal
cycles of all Men in Heaven and Earth

© 2011 NightShade


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I had to take my time with this one, and let the images slowly ooze and sink into my mind, to take root and form lives of their own there. When they did, the picture was so beautiful, I sat staring at your words long after I had read them. To me this speaks of timeless transitions and transformation, of the recognitions of the self that go beyond form and linear ways of thinking (and acting!). If this makes no sense, it probably makes no sense, ha ha! But, in plain English, I shall also not be afraid to say: WOW.

Posted 13 Years Ago


JUST HAPPEN TO STUMBLE ACROSS UR PAGE. WOW. VERY WELL WRITTEN, YOU PAINT SUCH A PICTURE. THIS IS A GRRRREAT PIECE!

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Wow such a intrguing piece here and powerful.
I really enjoyed this, the imagery was wonderful.

Posted 13 Years Ago


How true--as soon as one cycles seems to end, it's really just the start of another one. And no matter how much we learn from history, history will repeat itself. The more things change, the more they stay the same. All the great revolutionary ideas, inventions and methods of our times are really old ones given new clothes. In man and nature.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Such amazing metaphors and the imagery created is absolutely amazing! I love it! Good job!

Posted 13 Years Ago


Very unique imagery, I like it.
♥ Ta'Shandra

Posted 13 Years Ago


Very unique imagery...You wrote each and every line so well...Great poem... :)))



Posted 13 Years Ago


FOR ME, this poem associates erotic and kinkiness :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


Nicely written, I love the mental image it puts in my head. I like how you ended it, but it is nicely penned too. Keep writing! :)

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Added on August 22, 2011
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NightShade
NightShade

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