The Waltz of Angelic HuesA Poem by Joanna MaharisThis is about the dance through life's passionate waves.
I am gliding down the icy pole of insanity,
on the brink of disaster. For I fall into a bloody stream, only to drown inside your decadent wines. Shall I always be confounded to this steamy chalice, my Lord, where I am driven by death defying acts of fire walking? Am I to be succumbed by your fruitful visions, only to waltz through his burning desires? Where are the angelic hues of blue, green and lavender to comfort my frozen spirit that dwells inside a shivering, dark, tomb? Is sorrow driven to be my groom when angry bombs explode inside my fragile brain? Where is the golden falcon to bring forth your loving warmth? No one drone could ever grow meeker than those who sleep on humble beds. For their tired tears cling to plastic eyes, and divide the somber halo. Sting me no more with your tyrant need, but christen my soul with your vengeful sandal, only to make it bleed into your golden egg. For I am driven by my holistic channel to follow divinity into this hazy tunnel. However, it is your mystical presence that heals my flesh with feverish marshes so pure and bold. © 2009 Joanna MaharisAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on January 14, 2009 AuthorJoanna MaharisKalamazoo, MIAboutGraduate of Western Michigan University with a BA degree in Writing, which has been my passion since the tender age of six. Grew up in Kalamazoo, Michigan where I currently reside. I love to read al.. more..Writing
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