domingo, 15 de setembro de 2013
The Choice
I saw you.
Covered in streams of Gold,
Hidden in a heart of glass.
Lost child at breaking dawn,
A present and future Lost in the Past.
A body of light trapped in the
flesh
like a box of whispers in
nights of cold,
Bind and caress. Attend and
repress
Secrets and mysteries yet to unfold!
An ocean of rippled fears
romancing dreams.
Or a temple of silence buried
in stone
A human, A God, Spirit or
Fiend
Bound by the moon, forever
alone.
Born out of luck, driven to
hazard
Swirling a poem into dance
Hidden in fear, breathing
disaster
In life’s rewarding riddle of
chance.
A bible of words and
prophecies of love
Or a sphinx of poems into
desire.
We are flashes of warmth
rising above
broken within lost ego's of
fire.
I see animal roars ethereal
like smoke
As swallows dancing into the
mist,
Chants of children someone
awoke
A veil of sorrow, unwanted
beast.
We are breathing poison in
lungs of gold
In the wind of glitter bound
to your voice.
The future holds what no man
can hold
As for light to beat the
shadows, through your choice!
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