Explain some type of turmoil and curiosity ;)
Its dark,
All but a single beacon of illumination, in a field,
Unlike one I've never been able to see,
Several convulted pillars lie toppled in front of me
A cool brumal gust of wind sends shiver down my back and allows my body to quiver at will,
Taunting me to one's potential,
shoeless, soft marsh trampled at my feet.
Am I dead?
Am I within the perils of vertigo?
A certain somatic death
I ponder,
Maybe I'm within both factions,
As of right now, I am as wayward as the day my eyes contracted,
conformed to life forms, and the sparkled tribute to follow.
April flowers now long in passing,
Love remains together to wool together within my mind,
my own personal salvation,
wherever I am,
Whatever I am.
Insurmountable yet defenseless,
I hunger, yet remain content,
Bled through though remain intact
perfect in mind, however, in body much too flawed.
#Cool earth built up of me a extragant effigy,
Mockery;
Whenever the sun allows night to rest,
Collected sands will fever into a earthly icon.
A stone settle I stumble on, to rest,
For how long, I'll never know, If I exist at all,
light still gazing in such an illustrious trance,
I wait,
Wait to see a gripping epiphany,
#Or allure turns to blunder,
I'll just have to wait and see.
aeternum vale.
Poetry by wolfthepoet
Read 864 times
Written on 2006-06-23 at 12:31
Save as a bookmark (requires login)
Write a comment (requires login)
Send as email (requires login)
Print text
Untitled (Somatic Sonata)
Its cold,Its dark,
All but a single beacon of illumination, in a field,
Unlike one I've never been able to see,
Several convulted pillars lie toppled in front of me
A cool brumal gust of wind sends shiver down my back and allows my body to quiver at will,
Taunting me to one's potential,
shoeless, soft marsh trampled at my feet.
Am I dead?
Am I within the perils of vertigo?
A certain somatic death
I ponder,
Maybe I'm within both factions,
As of right now, I am as wayward as the day my eyes contracted,
conformed to life forms, and the sparkled tribute to follow.
April flowers now long in passing,
Love remains together to wool together within my mind,
my own personal salvation,
wherever I am,
Whatever I am.
Insurmountable yet defenseless,
I hunger, yet remain content,
Bled through though remain intact
perfect in mind, however, in body much too flawed.
#Cool earth built up of me a extragant effigy,
Mockery;
Whenever the sun allows night to rest,
Collected sands will fever into a earthly icon.
A stone settle I stumble on, to rest,
For how long, I'll never know, If I exist at all,
light still gazing in such an illustrious trance,
I wait,
Wait to see a gripping epiphany,
#Or allure turns to blunder,
I'll just have to wait and see.
aeternum vale.
Poetry by wolfthepoet
Read 864 times
Written on 2006-06-23 at 12:31
Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text
|
Teala |
|
Zoya Zaidi |
