joy of life or the burnt offerings left on the alter

joy of life or the burnt offerings left on the alter

1.

So sad my soul wanders often too wanderlust
Magic moments rent blind eyes to see
More than me smiling fake tresses
Dressed to ebb flow of energies
Finds me dancing alone
Staring at the walls
Wondering what
The hell
Happened again
--

2.

A swirl of misgivings
Ice cream and late night pillow
Promises kept me awake half past
Dawn. The strange odors the odd clang
Construction and pheromones
Winter and liquor
I've lost myself again
Bled into more reflections
Plush stuffed toys spy me greedily
Licking their lips of malcontent, sex and slumber
fall to the power and prowess of the moment
I sat reflecting, yet-
in my minds eye
I still don't have the answers

3.

Natural food recipes stole themselves
"I HAVE GOT MORE TO WRITE!"
She screamed.
He, bit lip numbly nimbly tasting copper
Acid, bile and the rest
Distance themselves for the want of
Another go.


4.

whir whim wham nightrider tire burns
pelted snow once too many times in the rain
water was ice was the delicate snow
bled itself dry on the fatal shore.
Joy- to that vivre
Folding watersheds and paper screens
Hung in the balance
While he pondered it all
And God rolled his dice.

-Kevin[Jul. 1st, 2005|12:05 pm]