Fatal symphonies

Barbed wire traces the unloved, Death deceives like the devil's hot breath,

Raspberry sweetness chills the tips of our tongues, oh no, don't land

upon the angel's tough virtues,

(like glassy wings that never land her feet

to the ground.)

Her nails grasp tightly but she never

has gleamed a different shade of rainbow,

bright blackness of blues, or satin gleaming greys...

 A lovely fog shimmers behind her lips,

As if the world spins her breath 

Her perilous lust for words...

   her dangerous melodies ring faintly...

(Her words fly with freedom,

orderless and obtained by the exhales 

of the winds)

A clarity of wind chimes ding so finely,                           a lovely chasm of voices, hers...

breaking her screams into soft melodies                         lacy velveteen confinements,

Why don't you  sing with her,

{Why don't you} sing with her

As she flies,

spreading her wings to be Free...

Don't you see? ...must you look?

She's a beauty, --soulless, 

empty-- All in herself,

Can't you see, A silent abyss,

how she's free Of her blazing colors,

....your touch, your voice,

your existence is 

aching with her at free fall,

She's a woven verse of a song, She's a fatal symphony

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A poem that is also art. I like the set-up and flow of emotion. The words danced on the paper create a gentle and kind emotion of love. A very good ending to a outstanding poem. Thank you.
Coyote

[Judy Ponceby]

Beautiful, deep. The unusual presentation works so very well with this write.

[Lily Mae]

I think this is an amazing write, and your ability to share whats deeply held inside your soul is a gift. I love it.. x

[Derek S.Keck]

You really are the captain of your own soul. Your poetry is so engaging, and you hold nothing back. This is breath taking, certainly a favorite of mine.