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paperleaves
09-14-2008, 12:41 AM
conjugal blizzards the ambulance wavers, green plastic payments in guillotine merit
satin stained impediments, the crucifix entails much more
than scaled wires and joker cards
condescending their prime, prized cataracts
condusive of the pallor, your nature, serpent of curtain shackles
cackling cubicles, rivers of amulets and bile
black petroleum lips your sins are paving the backroads to bail
these ethercrusted famines question my place in this
have you ever seen me screaming, "it will be ours
to hold"
through the viewing spire the spears fly, little knives in crystal balls
have you foretold the evenings past when seraphs vomit gold
contradictions like the mumbles of ancestry's cough
evanescent pier, the water rumbles, "TAKE ME WITH YOU"
we are all pleading the play...
he who has repented will never speak the role
Amareleja, how you prey on me
like hot sand in the boils of my soul
from all the warrants that you plagued me and all the thread involved in caulk
can believing save you even if your limbs
have run cold?

blazeofglory
09-14-2008, 10:06 PM
conjugal blizzards the ambulance wavers, green plastic payments in guillotine merit
satin stained impediments, the crucifix entails much more
than scaled wires and joker cards
condescending their prime, prized cataracts
condusive of the pallor, your nature, serpent of curtain shackles
cackling cubicles, rivers of amulets and bile
black petroleum lips your sins are paving the backroads to bail
these ethercrusted famines question my place in this
have you ever seen me screaming, "it will be ours
to hold"
through the viewing spire the spears fly, little knives in crystal balls
have you foretold the evenings past when seraphs vomit gold
contradictions like the mumbles of ancestry's cough
evanescent pier, the water rumbles, "TAKE ME WITH YOU"
we are all pleading the play...
he who has repented will never speak the role
Amareleja, how you prey on me
like hot sand in the boils of my soul
from all the warrants that you plagued me and all the thread involved in caulk
can believing save you even if your limbs
have run cold?

This seems to be a new experiment with poetry