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Not so Numb |
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mere thought New Member
since 2001-01-23
Posts 6 |
Two in conspiracy or one? Between Born souls yet unborn…. Why does he reach an answer ? From my graven flesh of stone…. sweeping the flames hereinafter In the elevations upon a body so alone Is it his wish to play with fire..? Thus mold ashes of desire ,,into desire stone me and have me stoned again and again hear me moan and laugh in glory ,yet hide my face in vain twitch, twist and twirl ,,,,with me, in me and through.. then mingle with the rest of us alone, oh how can he? Escape me in his obscurities Become the space between my words and thoughts.. *Have me become the worlds conflict between him and himself..please God And its seclusion in him …at all cost Have me Seek living in the life he cascaded in my gut… Drink kisses from thine desire and blindly strut… Singing in the bathroom tub. I am a rock,,,I am alive…comfortably numb.. Celebrating our very own madness, yearnings.. To each other but separately live the conspiracy burning not To look for him in the shadow that no light casts And in the corner of my being confining my numbness he hides I find him in my wanting, in desolations that cannot be tied.. From my lungs running after smoke running after dust….. Not contracting to sense to despair… but to magic devoured by lust There is a movement but no life , I tell my friends, enemies and hours.. Away from him I am the living shadow he don’t see From the shadow , I shine a new light of dreams and flowers.. diving in his assorted colors and gliding sorrows blinded by the shining armor of all warriors, With no game to finish and a battle to be won… I mark him my Starlit sun… I redeem him from his sins and deeds Continue to Swim fruitlessly in his seeds.. I have marked him my dear ones..in between the hours.. he wears moon light with pearls drained from my sweat Tales untold,, and tissues unfold..minutes that don’t tick of fear. sketched on translucent sands , don’t worry tell him it will turn golden tomorrow Eyes void on this world my dear ones.. Living this life…in me ,,, I feel him, Its him, don’t you see? In the wind that brings unborn mysteries And perfumed scent of a realm unseen I feel him , its him, don’t you see? In my eyes which quenches The thirst of my soul at seeing him, not seeing me On my mouth which trembles As I repeat it, his lovely name |
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