Monday 5 October 2009

Words And Moments

Maybe White Doves

You looked before you stepped
I just touched the floor
Their feathers felt your ears
But did the mind explore?

I stood in for gravity
When your feelings were exposed
Fragments torn from fragments
I am amazed you flew so far.

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Slightly More Ludicrous

Maybe I am mad
Or maybe just imagining
Am I so wrong
To perhaps be enjoying it.
If I want to laugh at my own reflection
Or dance without music
Why should you take it upon yourself to care
At least in my mind I have some friends there.
If I shout at an empty space
Or believe I have been to outer space
Don’t ever let it get to you
It’s just a way of entertaining myself.
Maybe I’m mad
But is that so wrong
If I was sane
I would prefer not to live at all.

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Fruit Of The Blood

Her richness in red
She is full bodied
So ripe to perfection
And so aroused when I taste her.
But she will not let me drink all of her
For she is far too potent
We just breathe together
And let the moon be our witness.
Just like the picking of a forbidden fruit
I have stolen you from such loneliness
And alike the desire of a rouge wine
I hold you with the intent of just simply sipping you.