virtuoso
08-30-2013, 10:43 AM
The sun in its melancholy phase
dazed swirls, sun dial spinning
Pale moon but a mere shadow
empty ball, psychedelic haze
Into the bleary copse I tread
for a twilight detox of sorts
nerves on end, psyche suspends
light with shadows, a disco portends
Blipping pulses of light filter down
the pin pricks cause vertigo,
as disoriented interloper, stagger
through the bifurcated maze
Bristling limbs tap their snare drums
dissonant rhythms, arrhythmia creeps
swaying arms shroud every move
Damocles' sword swaggers o'er my head
The ground's tangled web straddles
my feet; jagged stumps, fibrous roots,
slippery Lichens harrow each quaking step
the seismic swell rises to my shaken core
An eerie wind serenades my imagination
grainy outlines appear in the distance
wispy figments dance in the shadows
above, silted holograms prance through trees
Picking up the pace, now double time,
lagging adrenaline to prime,
shedding sensory shield
naked soul conquers the tempest
Seductive Portents
You wink with grandiose fair
twinkling eyes reflect a sparkle
I hold out my hand
then you say, I'm not that kind of girl
Shortly thereafter, you flash a smile
the radiance flares in my direction
I send an entreating nod
then you say, I'm not that kind of girl
Later, you swivel your shapely hips
the sensual dance sends out vibes
In reply, I pat my beating heart
then you say, I'm not that kind of girl
In due course, you sit down, cross your legs
and fold your arms in a sterile bow
I take a step toward the door
you call out, I'm that kind of girl
dazed swirls, sun dial spinning
Pale moon but a mere shadow
empty ball, psychedelic haze
Into the bleary copse I tread
for a twilight detox of sorts
nerves on end, psyche suspends
light with shadows, a disco portends
Blipping pulses of light filter down
the pin pricks cause vertigo,
as disoriented interloper, stagger
through the bifurcated maze
Bristling limbs tap their snare drums
dissonant rhythms, arrhythmia creeps
swaying arms shroud every move
Damocles' sword swaggers o'er my head
The ground's tangled web straddles
my feet; jagged stumps, fibrous roots,
slippery Lichens harrow each quaking step
the seismic swell rises to my shaken core
An eerie wind serenades my imagination
grainy outlines appear in the distance
wispy figments dance in the shadows
above, silted holograms prance through trees
Picking up the pace, now double time,
lagging adrenaline to prime,
shedding sensory shield
naked soul conquers the tempest
Seductive Portents
You wink with grandiose fair
twinkling eyes reflect a sparkle
I hold out my hand
then you say, I'm not that kind of girl
Shortly thereafter, you flash a smile
the radiance flares in my direction
I send an entreating nod
then you say, I'm not that kind of girl
Later, you swivel your shapely hips
the sensual dance sends out vibes
In reply, I pat my beating heart
then you say, I'm not that kind of girl
In due course, you sit down, cross your legs
and fold your arms in a sterile bow
I take a step toward the door
you call out, I'm that kind of girl