Agape

Ah-gap-ei

I have no want of it anymore.

It is as cruel as the wand that stirs our fate.

A thing only blindness will grow. Yet constantly it stares weeping into me like a needful child, curious over so many of things hidden in the surrounding grass.

 

And here are we, as Sisyphus bound and mortal in the dark hushing freedom of the want for a fulcrum.

The gentle days, the handless spears thrust into our lungs.  Bled higher still into a quivering hell and forced to eat the sandy marshes there, watching silently a silent distance.

 

This unknown hour …her laugh and how it strokes in such benevolent manner as if to imply that all will endure through time. We need only await the stillness of ocean; the rise of rain and stone. This earth that lies buried in mind, waiting to impose or maybe just I…. waiting in my own world of disguise; my passions weltering in my veins.

 

I wonder:

 

Does heaven know how I felt when first she spoke out the sun?

When He crumbled the impressions of the sand?

It was then I felt as a dagger must feel. The tool for it was there so deeply entrenched it scarred my love of belief. It voiced in a kindred state where in waltzing agape it felt like a gift of life.

 

 It is well that this kindness lurks in trust and sharpens its wings filled with lice.

 

I knew, as ravens searching briefly the loss over their world, that I had been too deep in the beauty of lies. I thought how young I must appear, lustfully remembering that this reach was the warmth of empty; a choice was the last of matters. Had she swam in our madness or a gift for crimson I thought of proposing but one more day before the fog rolls heavy over my veins.

Reviews

[Shezza]

For those who feel too much and find sanctuary in words.

[Perdition]

And drift their lives along the intangible taking notes..Thanks~

[Shezza]

You're welcome.
Sigh.
I just coughed something up. Pending for your thoughts...

[Perdition]

Tissue?..jk ON mY way~

[Shezza]

:P Appreciate it x

[A. Amos]

And here are we, as Sisyphus bound and mortal in the dark hushing freedom of the want for a fulcrum.

Whole poetry was amazing, however the above line show how magially genius you are....

Thanks for sharing wisdom

[Perdition]

Thank you Bro~

[A. Amos]

Pleasure....

[charlie]

Densely packed piece of writing here that can not be rushed through. Because it's lines are laid in fine brick.

[Perdition]

Yeah...some days I'm a lot denser than others..lol. Very well put Thanks! As for the "fine brick" I sincerely appreciate it. Mine are not the gentler ease of reads these days so I still get surprised by visitors. I've been trying to avoid becoming that " Termite artist " that only eats away what is visible for sake of eating without considering the direction or in this case '"voice" of the message. Thanks again! Looking forward to reading your poetry as well.

[Little Whisper]

You are a gift offered from Heaven...Your voice...Your word...A true gift.

[Perdition]

Or "just another toy soldier in a miniature dirt war"....lol. Thank you dear Whisper!
Love the picture...Lunar moths are the messengers of good soul...They are as a hovering, night winged branch leaf come to light the dark with those that walk it. And then add cat eyes...pretty good...pretty sweet~ I somehow lost your review. Some days this computer really just wants blood. Repost it if you wish....I sorry!