Sympathy for the Devil.:)
Incubus Walks by Theresa Cecilia Garcia
He walks the roads encumbered with rocks
sorrowfully weeping at the thought of
proceeding alone.
Rivers run swiftly in his honor
yet he stumbles very narrowly escaping
nearly falling into the water .
God's Goodness entertains his sound intellect
which jolts the journey ten times harder
while ravenous birds circle around him.
The sun rises one-third of its course dispersing
his body with unwholesome dampness, yet he grins
and carries on touched by the gesture.
Generous things happen when the balsam of life
is plenty.There are melancholy times of white orchids
in a dearth of rum fricasseed in mischievousness.
Huckleberry slashes harbor wild wolves that scramble
preying on spirits against malignity
feasting
on unsuspecting women with sensual desire.
Moments of tautening muscles tease and suckle
honey colored skin while tongues outline the soft
inside curves of rosey lips.
Vanity gives way to repentence as Incubus travels
beneath the darkness while the threatened incursion
of a whimsical old woman foretells of his arrival.
Poetry by TheresaCecilia
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Written on 2006-04-09 at 20:52
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Incubus Walks
Sympathy for the Devil.:)Incubus Walks by Theresa Cecilia Garcia
He walks the roads encumbered with rocks
sorrowfully weeping at the thought of
proceeding alone.
Rivers run swiftly in his honor
yet he stumbles very narrowly escaping
nearly falling into the water .
God's Goodness entertains his sound intellect
which jolts the journey ten times harder
while ravenous birds circle around him.
The sun rises one-third of its course dispersing
his body with unwholesome dampness, yet he grins
and carries on touched by the gesture.
Generous things happen when the balsam of life
is plenty.There are melancholy times of white orchids
in a dearth of rum fricasseed in mischievousness.
Huckleberry slashes harbor wild wolves that scramble
preying on spirits against malignity
feasting
on unsuspecting women with sensual desire.
Moments of tautening muscles tease and suckle
honey colored skin while tongues outline the soft
inside curves of rosey lips.
Vanity gives way to repentence as Incubus travels
beneath the darkness while the threatened incursion
of a whimsical old woman foretells of his arrival.
Poetry by TheresaCecilia
Read 435 times
Written on 2006-04-09 at 20:52
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