7/27/2018

Moonlit drips

Western wind swept fog, a threat onset in duet, 

In this I sit

Netting through lashes, wetting the tips of my lids

Moistening plumpness in pulsating lips

Through thoughts of mine in mind, I silently slip.

 

Underneath, unleashed the beast

Inside, roars pride

Oversupplied

Wishing to provide 

the hungry with my feast

I should be doing the most

I find, my ‘big-eyed tries’ proving the least

Towards onwards and forward, bearing in mind even a sinner can find peace

While rewards go to sword wielders trapping us in corners, terrified, 

I cry for the receivers of such violent release

Through the genocide of the cast aside

They hide what’s been exposed, when justice failed the deceased.

 

Lets let the young ones run

The world. Free to be

Existing carelessly, having fun

Playing sweetly in the sun

Why must I see in me

What’s beginning to already be undone

Painting pictures on my wall

I cast the colors that seem to stall

A time that stands…

Still.
No passing of ticks or tocks on clocks to fall

I crack open spaces, that wonderfully fill

A space shaped perfectly, there’s such thrill in much will,

To find in your extremes, whether they be big or they be small 

To climb inside my dreams, to find those places beyond it all.

 

Restlessly vested

In breathing full-breasted

That much I have tested

wrap up fears I have bested