Friday, December 25, 2015

Labyrinth Born

All praises due! and Your insignia, Lord!

I’m spent for sails, aloft an ocean, to wrestle Poseidon.     I’m lost and found, adrift for clouds, to rustle your smile.     I never heard it, to feel it deeply, a vest of passions; and god knew, for princess’ eyes, and hazel mood-dreams.     We never loved, to know for love, a city of wilderness; for this is life, to channel forever, to feel departures.     I’m barely here, a landmark fallin’, as grim as gothic; for tears are down, to touch for carpet, a squirrel for dins.     We chase and dance, to wonder of chi, to hit for hearts.     I know for you, a silent rhythm, to infuse a heart; and this is love—to never see—a fleeing vehicle; and corner to corner, to barely see, a woman for terror; and still to chase—a locomotive, fallin’ for rising.     I wish for goods, a day for twelve, as alive as penguins; in which are tears, and haven smiles, to see a human.     I barely could, a vault of dreams, to see addiction; where god knew, for faint returns, to plummet mother; and more to mourn, to see her crying, alive and dead.     Where was it; this thing of love; for a broken woman?     I scream to feel it, a park of dolphins—alive a fantasy; and mother died, to fend for bills, as cold as icicles.     I remember rain and pain and constant scrapes—to see for callous and stoned, a wealth of liquor.     We perish so gravely, to rise in pictures, a woman as a cyclone; for hell was near—a need to challenge and die the same; where death is growth, a seed of feelings, as beige as, I love you.     I type to see it, a force of fathers, gathered at the creeks; and more to flight, to love a ghost, as here as nowhere.     I love it—this life, as bold as prophecy; in which for troubles, a vest of woes, unless for accuracy; whereby the nights, a silent prayer, a noetic wave; for this is life, to feel for thoughts, aloft a labyrinth.    

PS.

    The strength to withstand the winds; a spell as it effects/affects some creature. A sudden moment filled with absolute certainty, so wro...