Mountains of the Moon

Mountains of the Moon

A Poem by Nimbus9

I feel like.....

the cut of the cutter, the food of fools,

like skulls crack on concrete, like moon shine revelations,

                 the darken, the darken,

                               hollow most grave the forgotten most animals,



pray to no god

           know god when you disengage,

                    

                                     

Sing the brutal rites of organismic spring,                                 

I walk in armies,

            desires follow like highway debris,

I conquer bravely,

            forts on hill tops, suicides for random transportation,

               nothing dies, nothing lives, begotten, not made, one in being with one another



I can hear your

              silence in the doubts before sleep,

I hold you,

              morning star, in all forms, my darling, precious, their is no life like your life,

              no wonder, like your wonder, no love like ours,

                              from the milk,

                              from the honey of dreams,

                              walk with me away from this interface,



I feel it spread out like the brane that bounces worlds upon worlds,

                                    -the sediment of eras layer'd but separate.  

Like the memory of the river,

                               so gentle the flowing the spacetime I am

                               my last thoughts on the cross ~you

                               like Summer her name,

                               like the braves of mangled bodies at the base of Seneca rocks,



trace these scares to the source,

                     the Nile and the mountains of the Moon,

all these days of pain and pride, the raiment, the coat I was killed for, the ghost caught in the repetitions of living,

Oh God, all Gods, yea are all Gods,

Old soul, needs of renting

it echoes for all towns and time, the wake for the harden, the trended, the used, the long suffer'd

mourn the end of morning, little sips of death, the little sleeps that matter dreams,

for you, always for you

© 2008 Nimbus9


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interesting style...imagery is excellent...

Posted 16 Years Ago


this has many many abstract images through out it. i enjoyed it though and altough i couldn't picture everything the words rolled off the tounge well... maybe work on more concrete images that the mind can see... it's up to you as you know though... anyway... well done

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

pretty good but the set up staggered me abit.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Nimbus9
Nimbus9

Toms River, NJ



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