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My Poems I've Written :)
Contributed by
Hobo
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Sunday, 4th July 2004 @ 05:30:23 PM in AEST
Topic:
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"Maria of the Moon"
Before Darkness finds quite places, in the Maria of the Moon,
vermillion lips accompany the lyre, before the darkened glooms,
as Maria sings in waning, empty, tarnished tunes,
Darkness falls-she forgets her flaws as Maria of the Moon.
"Cheap, Beautiful Thrills"
Grey star of mine, my limbs for you will hold-
The deepest reinvention of cheap and beautiful thrills-
Where your ashes paint the boughs of my tree-
From feinted seeds and folds of veronica and oleander debris,
Lashing the greys in platinum's hair, straining my fortunes hold-
On slopping wet girls that your erection holes in ecstasy and blares
Grey star of mine, your light entwines-
The darkness that warms our world-
Most in the sky, reflected in wine-
Poured in addicting doles
Your velvet creed rubs my soul, draining my faith and belief-
In satanic markings or dried up proof for atheistic being
Grey star of mine, do you believe-
In growing in knowing in old?
For just silky beads on linen wings are all I want to grow-
Upon our backs, so we can soar, and forget in a drunken lore,
Glore upon the lack of love that you so willingly full-filled.
"Hues"
The suns dead scent rises East to West,
Melting sweet blooms from pale moons breath,
Flame and swallow the nighttimes magnolia-
Igniting the poppy and un-retting colors
It's small flame fretted-
As the waning lights hues-
Balanced upon lightt,
Upon the orange-red and white-blue
Breeze and ice cool a sea
Of brass-colored dirt below the suns beams,
Of dark-blue blood and the moons white streaks;
Crevasses form, and all of this bleeds
Sense wanes, so I close my eyes,
Taste the sweet nectar of fictions tide-
From the dawn of in-between, or middle earth;
It seeps through my skin and creates a lust-
For dogwood silk and colored kisses-
With Eyes wide open, covered in silky off-white blisses
Thoughts of rain create salt pools,
Beneath murky greens and where roses stood
Vexed in rains arched bow echoing-
Brightening and killing a mimosas ring-
Blurring all vision--cooking all color
In the heat of a light-tendered, tall yellow flower
"We Make Grey"
He removes the flesh from covering his eyes, and nothing is seen, but mere dark glooms lies; past-the purpose of this--he kindles a light thats sight over-powers with its own reflection-covers over its limbs; as a celestial array of winds maneuvering oer shadows of sky and sun--we mix like the cream of whey; with you being the darkness, and I being the flickering light, the breeze brings us together, and we make grey.
"Bittersweet"
Violet myrtle evergreens,
Marry daytime skies,
As satin moods and siren soothes
Thrive on rum and rye
Laurels grace their presence
With lace upon their reef,
While placed with nowhere of sense;
Marred by other leaves
Despite the feud of jealousy
Its all a grand of time
With a dancing hand and ditty,
While drinking down a lime
The thistledown of thistles
Make up the gowns of silk;
While Murmuring sweet nothings,
Imbibing honeysuckles milk
As night begins to lay;
Only the Laurels noticed,
Daytime start to slip away,
As the Myrtles stayed unnoticed
"Tea Time"
Its tea time, Honey, on this virginal gauze
Covered in a liquid stick
Bolting down the urn with my mothers ashes in it
They dye the plate and silverware to stone
While in the process
Of rebirth
From a single spec of whim
And salty sunflower seeds we had
While drinking tea at tea time, Honey
"As Texas Floods"
As Texas floods in the music ofVaughan;
My fellow brothers, sisters, childrens,
Prepare yourself for the trickles of our blood
That escape from the cracks in our hard hats
And strained lifelines etched in our calloused hands;
Prepare yourself
As the pale gold leaks and hot poison streaks-
The exquisite face of an Indian
Tainting the art, painting a new legion-
Of a nations army
As Kidney beans pulse gull
Through the red meat in our stomaches
As white rice butters up
And through our limbs and bodies starch
Texas floods
As Texas floods, the sun still soaks
Until all of the bad-
Merely becomes a poster-board moat
Copyright ©
Hobo
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2004-07-04 17:30:23]
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Re: My Poems I've Written :)
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by buchi on
Monday, 5th July 2004 @ 12:22:49 PM AEST
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| All are worth a read...Hues was my style ..never thought of that..dark blue blood...amazing how you dipict the hue...and teatime...true grit.. |
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