Eyes low

Eyes low

A Poem by Count Humilus
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Silence of me

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 Low glow

Faint dust

Quiet kisses,

on display

My lantern leads the rain

Dark purity

Sprint to safety’s warmth

Under covers

Bare feet on the hardwood floor

One day he might take of his shoes,

and climb that tree

Hang from its branches smiling,

beside an aloof cloud

A crowds awe blushes the tree and I fall

Sharing my secrets as I fall to the ground

The tree is my only confedant as it is the only one that can hear me

I leave no stone unturned

We break out picks

Chip away at grave stones

Always a piece of soul taken with me

But always some of mine left behind

Write a number on the my arm

Skip my soul towards the oceans center

I want the feeling of feeling lightening ignite

Id like to see you happy like that

Id like to see her smile at me back

Pure light

Brings,

diluded colors

Smelling of a mad chemist concocting a plan to change the scent of the world

Diluded girls

Disfigured by vanity

Be my comfort

Be my curiosity’s limit

Hit the deck

Mental explosion

Eat the fungi

Mental erosion

Sea walls and sand bags

Land mines and wine

Shattered glass,

unsweepable

Dark statues shadow romantic shelter

Press a feeling in a flame

Squeeze your sanity out of this equation

We don’t need a battle

I snap at the sight of a broken friend

Lend myself to the ground

Plant trees

Move towns

Evolve me into more then this compilation of abstract thought

Schackle my brain

chained and balled

Striped fugitives head for Hollywood’s degenerosity

False intrusion

Bright mirrored illusions

Who might this day remind me of?

Does it believe in me more then I do in myself

Kiss her with a blindfold

Understand addictions innocence

With the rain approaching comes the sweet smell of your façade

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2009 Count Humilus


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Count Humilus
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