Before the battles had I seen the feathery bird, against the scarlet sky, brilliantly white like snowflakes atop a cannibal bite. And then during the night of strife, again; the black was infinite, so was the red - in your pinions, I know not, or my eyes. Daybreak came indeed, saw us in blood mere, … Continue reading Psychedelic Ruins
Four-liner for the muse.
For the Syrian kids, still shunned from all Elysiums, running from bombs to catacombs.
I'd wear my best fitting clothes, Climb the mountain's rugged road The cold of the rocks warm on my feet I'd climb with the curl of my lip Guiding the slippery sweat on my cheek I'll bare the rocks the softness of fingertips I'll climb the mountain with no frown I'll fall but so will … Continue reading The Plunge
Every night, a planet is born Where infants loiter in their abode Where little girls wear stars on their hair Where little boys sail ships of pirates A place where a lass loses her trims And wades in waters on her whims Where a lad jilts his armour And basks in the tickling light & … Continue reading Solace