Sunday, October 31, 2010

Blades

Shift,
I hit a block.
Love,
Schizophrenic insomnia.
Mist,
The sad moon's heartfelt elucidation.
Silver,
Teeth, in the paling crimson sky.
Cross,
Mere love craves anarchy.
Heart,
The nib drips slowly... wholly.
Cobwebs,
Restoration of the subterranean progeny.
White,
The lady with the rock clears the bed.
Rum,
Divinity freed in my own backyard.
Destiny,
Caused efforts are no longer jealous.
Gloom,
Wake up, dear chrysanthemum.
Evening,
Confessions of a lustful proclamation.
Blood,
The pleasure of broken glass.
Rain,
A liminal mind enabled.
Death,
A warm winter's night.
Life,
A flimsy cover for sheer beauty.