Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
When the night falls, you'll hear it
To piss upon the blush-ful moon,
During such resplendent nightfall,
Is like dining within your death.
A fire in this heart, exploding rhythm
Of love until I'm drifting fall
Beneath the serenading stars.
Passions promise and I scatter away
The more intricate thoughts that
Flush against the pale of my skin.
Woven morals wailing like a swan song,
Begging a symphony of tears to cascade
And drown the shadowy embrace the
Reaper tries to bear upon me.
Entwined with lust, I stand, misted,
While the sun comes again.
A poetic theorem wanders by,
Silver and stretched too thin,
I hold it together like a broken baby, made
Of stitches and other hideous tapestries.
No goddess of sensuality to touch
My brow and forgive me for the torment
Upon such new foundlings, ambrosia
With truth that flows rivulets in my dreams.
Ensconced with delight and evil laughter,
I get semantic in ideals, but before long,
The night will fall again and the soothing
Black sky will suffocate me, like a demon
Finding its way.
3-8-11
During such resplendent nightfall,
Is like dining within your death.
A fire in this heart, exploding rhythm
Of love until I'm drifting fall
Beneath the serenading stars.
Passions promise and I scatter away
The more intricate thoughts that
Flush against the pale of my skin.
Woven morals wailing like a swan song,
Begging a symphony of tears to cascade
And drown the shadowy embrace the
Reaper tries to bear upon me.
Entwined with lust, I stand, misted,
While the sun comes again.
A poetic theorem wanders by,
Silver and stretched too thin,
I hold it together like a broken baby, made
Of stitches and other hideous tapestries.
No goddess of sensuality to touch
My brow and forgive me for the torment
Upon such new foundlings, ambrosia
With truth that flows rivulets in my dreams.
Ensconced with delight and evil laughter,
I get semantic in ideals, but before long,
The night will fall again and the soothing
Black sky will suffocate me, like a demon
Finding its way.
3-8-11
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When the night falls, you`ll hear it
When the night falls, you`ll hear it
