Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Motherland
Cross eyes.
Not crossed,
But angry.
Anger, like a
Killer sin.
She, was
Atlantis.
All pure
And young,
And yearning
For discovery.
Her skin was
Pristine.
Water envied
Her crystal
Complexion and
I spied her
Closely and saw
Something that
Resembled rage
Or distemper
Both of which
Possessed great
Beauty when
By her side.
There was no ugly
On her, at
Least, none that I
Could glimpse upon.
Her mind was
A labyrinth,
All mazes and mischief.
Would she let me
In long enough
To watch her desire?
She is the perfect
Kind of mystery,
One that cannot be
Solved, but the kind
That is better
Because it is not solved.
From her hair
To her toes,
I almost want to
Believe that love
Is possible,
That love is real,
That it exists
Under all the dark,
And hate,
And bitterness,
That there is a small
Spark, strong
Enough to
Fill the body with
Euphoria and vertigo.
"Let love be," they said.
So I left it alone
With a fear in my
Heart, which was
Encroached by
A heavenly sight.
I mean, after all,
She was, Atlantis.
January 15, 2008
Suge
Not crossed,
But angry.
Anger, like a
Killer sin.
She, was
Atlantis.
All pure
And young,
And yearning
For discovery.
Her skin was
Pristine.
Water envied
Her crystal
Complexion and
I spied her
Closely and saw
Something that
Resembled rage
Or distemper
Both of which
Possessed great
Beauty when
By her side.
There was no ugly
On her, at
Least, none that I
Could glimpse upon.
Her mind was
A labyrinth,
All mazes and mischief.
Would she let me
In long enough
To watch her desire?
She is the perfect
Kind of mystery,
One that cannot be
Solved, but the kind
That is better
Because it is not solved.
From her hair
To her toes,
I almost want to
Believe that love
Is possible,
That love is real,
That it exists
Under all the dark,
And hate,
And bitterness,
That there is a small
Spark, strong
Enough to
Fill the body with
Euphoria and vertigo.
"Let love be," they said.
So I left it alone
With a fear in my
Heart, which was
Encroached by
A heavenly sight.
I mean, after all,
She was, Atlantis.
January 15, 2008
Suge
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