Sex dreams of soldiers
Whilst soldiers fear self-defeat
…Hallucinations…
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Sex dreams of soldiers
Whilst soldiers fear self-defeat
…Hallucinations…
Hallucinations.
My silent screams never heard;
Prisoned in your eyes.
Prisoned in your eyes.
Your vision makes my movement
I live in your sight
I live in your sight
Poisoned, emptiness appeals
Nothing loudly calls
Nothing loudly calls,
But consciousness of my mind,
Singing its chorus.
Singing its chorus,
Like the sirens of dark seas,
My heart lures my mind.
My heart lures my mind
My muses obedient
Follow in silence
Follow in silence
Into that dark, luring night,
Guided by moonlight.
Guided by moonlight.
And lit by inner fire
I bow before life
I bow before life
Finally abandons me.
Hollow, frozen shell.
Hollow, frozen shell
Worn out, neglected, alone
That is my old body.
That is my old body,
That persists in memory -
A mindless child.
A mindless child;
Selfish, stubborn and vain,
Longing for some sweets.
Sorry, maybe it is too early for me to write poetry in the morning! :D
Longing for some sweets
I sing a song of sixpence
Come, feed me sugar
Come, feed me sugar,
Drink nectar and ambrosia -
The feast of the gods.
The feast of the gods
Has left the eagle forlorn
Missiles bottle lust
Missiles bottle lust,
With mad desire contained,
A palate for greed.
A palate for greed
Attachments released as seed
lift the veil , my friend!!
Lift the veil, my friend,
And doff that bland illusion
To see un-screened truth.
To see un-screened truth
Brings maybe pain, maybe joy
Nakedness for sure
Nakedness, for sure,
Flaunts Aphrodite in seas -
Cupid at her side.
Cupid at her side
waits for her to turn away
ripe is his quiver
Ripe is his quiver
And seasoned is his shiver
Splendor sparks in side
Splendor sparks inside
The skull, scattering starlight
In sheltered spaces
In sheltered spaces
There, where the cherry blossoms
There were humans there
There were humans there,
Behind the iridescence,
Where minds fear to lurk.
Where minds fear to lurk
I walk amongst my kindred
Lovers or buffoons
:santasmil
Lovers or buffoons -
What seems the difference, when
Both make us foolish.
:D
Burn and rage away,
Dwindle into ash and dust,
Floating into space
welcome, Bandini!
floating into space
i search for friends - none to be
found; oh dear, i'm lost
:D
Why, thank you amuse!
np :)
mm. let's pick up from mono's last line
both make us foolish -
dancing under hand dryers
in the lav like tots
(the little one did this saturday, something i will always remember fondly. his hair was going every which way. :))
In the lav like tots,
The automatic dryers
And sinks remain on.
:p
And sinks remain on
Yet spirits are now turned off
Should we hope again?
Should we hope again -
When winter breezes approach,
When the warmth runs out?
When the warmth runs out
That is when barrenness wins
And life fights for joy
And life fights for joy,
Like the illusion in the
desert, imagined.
Sorry for the cynicism - rough weekend. :confused:
Desert, imagined
Sand in the throat of my eye,
Choking, spluttering.
Choking, spluttering
Goes the dark, ravaged carriage
To infinity.
to infinity,
onward! ...:eek:, sally's stuck in a
worm hole: push, pull, gaaAH!