speaking_with_poetry Doar As you are the ravens claw left in Poe's door trim, left in hasty flight, discarded by inhabitants indifference. 040413 ... oldephebe There she stood, my dark haired love who starved for life as well as love. She held me in the bonds of her sepulcral gaze. Such enthralling enticements, the way her delicate hips barely moved, shorn of almost all flesh. Eyes the color of Nights. Skin a ghastly erotic white. No blemish marred, no sun sullied her chaste canvas. She the destroyer of the stone sky I'd placed over my eyes, for no churlish, capering mad dwarf with wings was going to smite me again I thought. Not again. No voluptuous figure would pipe my loins full of fury, no fugue of lustful frenzy would cloud my mind, would distract me from my spartan widowerhood. That is until She. ... 040413 ... zeke with feathers in my tongue and inward turned rumour of green dark storm as cast into layered air and carried slow gentle wafts at breast while feet stir in rushing breeze i drift now glass cliff impends i am swallowed (but not digested by destination) and i surrender discarding drift and waft and distant places i remain 040414 ... Death of a Rose Incompetent moments of meeting your sanctified flight pattern, describing the axis of your resolve. It was a delicate wheel rut, rained upon, losing it's substance, melting back into obscurity. My tears helped it regain a new slate, a new piece of paper upon which another could fly briefly until the next downpour. 040414 ... to be finished later... He said he was leaving... 040426 ... blah if i only had the time i'd commit the perfect crime if i only had the time i'd find another word to rhyme 040426 ... Death of a Rose Become an erratic orbiting comet around my body, tracing a decaying path through my atmospheres. Burning red hot while penetrating, slaking off your outer shell. Ever closer, glowing and emitting radiance, blinding. Tracing a smoke rope binding around me, Impacting upon my surface, another scar, another crater in my soul. 040621 ... zeke i am silent waiting the ideas circle broadly no grasp to hold no lasting impression of weight no unwound thread to pull no scuff line in the floorboards no truth to have i am silent 040701 ... zeke light leaks into eyes eyes collect impression impression burns afterimage afterimage drifts and blurs blurs fade i remember light eyes impression afterimage blurs and stops 040701 ... O_A Her lips paid tribute to no man as she opened them again. I felt like a violator of the most sacred trust. It wasn't what she said, for, in truth, I cannot remember the words. The delicate twining of meaning as the silken thread poured from her lips. She walked with Grace, as none can do, over the treacherous rocks of reason. She saw with Truth, as no mortal dares, the way things really are. She knew with Love, as few achieve, the soul burning bright in all. She spoke with Poetry, all unwritten, and she told me life. 040701 ... Doar Protected from all except you and your dusty shelf ways. I can't seem to bring myself to get the cleaner out and shine the tar stained ledge. I only drag my fingers through the layers every once in awhile, not even touching the wood, water skiing across the surface. 040824 ... - - 081008 ... Doar Are you sure about your appearance? is it what you want forself when you stare into the glass...fracturing you...leaving any thoughts you could be...do you understand? when you fell upon your own features... when you looked again chances were that you felt like shit... search for another addiction... so understand yourself... . 121124 what's it to you? who go blather from