Bag of Blue Spaniard Skittle

Let me compose of beauty 

And truth

I am shaman  

Walk in walls

Silence

The vertile key

Beams of particle

Fierce

Bands that

Skip as

Modulate

Across all axis

Frequently only to drown

To burn where they can

A single life

 

This is where I know

For it leaves me undone

Though sun born

Am I

 

It is She that helms the most distant star

She

The sea as helpless as I

To endure such flame

To coax the thermal affection from a moth 

A world in life apart

 

Nothing from all

Can calm to reflection

Reduce in fever

The cast in net from blue Spanish orb

Nor will her will be stayed

 

Better to down my glass

Caress what remains in slow certain dagger

Embrace my hemlock

And with every last wisp

Every forested breath 

To the range of repentant end

 

Await my darkness in light

And confess my every submission

Only then

Will all be written in peace. 

Author's Note

as always…a wip..lol..maybe~

Reviews

[Brittany Zedalis]

I know you say this is a wip, but as always, I think this is wonderful as is. I need to catch up on the poems you've posted lately. They're always a breath of fresh air for me.

[Perdition]

Well madness is this poet's right..and again..wonderful to know that you are finding some solace : )
Thanks L.