lying like the sky

hungry like the nighttime 

to murder the day

hungry like the wind

to blow away

desparately dying and lying 

for words

lying like the sky

dying to be heard

Reviews

[em]

sunset is bloodshed
dying days, nights being born
the start of an end

this is truly incredible poetry - the vastness of your elements (yours they are) is astounding - and the prisms through which your poetic eye views the goings-on - is simply startling - you're a magician - who takes the mundane - and in just a few words - turns it into the most extraordinary sculpture - and we watch and listen - gaping and stone silent - as we are engulfed - by the sheer genius - of your poetic voice.

[.]

desperately dying and lying
that's what i do
and i'm desperately trying
so i'm black and blue

[Isolophobe]

THere is a deconstructing-esque method to your poetry. Upon first sight its simple, but with a more attentive eye, its a beautiful abyss. And strikes fear or whatever is meant to be felt (harrowingly, I might add) with each stanza.

[paul]

dirt is good.
good doesn't rhyme with food.

it just looks like it does.

[.]

lying like the sky
paining like a sty
when eyes hurt
life's just dirt

[TAO]

Why not call it "Lying like the sky"? Paul, you've done it (and what I mean is, great work).

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

'dying to be heard'..your words always strike a chord

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

heavenly latch hook~ under~ pull through~ open to every movement of each and every perceptive mind~

[Ed Hart]

you speak with the purity of hale storm...who doesn't listen to that

[Wondering Mind]

you have the secret salve that cures writer's block, my friend. And you apply it in very crafty ways.