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SupremeDreamer (Free verse) by Nirvana13666

A frigid look An empty bedroom Living inside a dead mind I look out and only see black I am blind to colors that bleed bright The solstice of my life is over Solitude has begun I shiver at the thought of your frigid looks Pain is a remedy for my delusion You arenât even there anymore Yet your stares turn my blood cold I wish you wanted me I wish you hadnât forgotten the way I hate I died yesterday Today itâs just my dead body wanting Wanting to feel alive again

horus8

24-Sep-03/11:38 AM

Scorpion feet lucky rabbit

High desert love triangle.
Will you fruit tree?
Can you spot me glacier & wind gusts?
Mountain meadows over dull yellow dunes.
To soon, goodbyes, rifle in every corner.

Turkish coffee
Wearing my Ruana
Devilsâ tongue Chile
Mouthfuls of honey
& mango preserves

Even the dog knows better
than to nose poke a scorpion.
But you see there is a brittle brown
piece of plywood 30 yards from the front
porch. Underneath it is a decomposing rabbit,
and a fat see through scorpion.
Poisonous & barbed kisses
All full of babies.

Heeled before its time.
Who said âRabbit's feet
were luckyâ?

The Queen & The Locksmith

From sunset 'til dawn, I'm grinding your keys.
It's become assembly line robotic.
The truth leaves me crippled, forced to beg "please".
Smirking, you herald me, "New & Ionic".
You bid me, "Need nothing", but file your lines.
Sparks, and the wheel's shrill, all days & all ways.
Your heel in the small of me back defines.
Each way a man loves, and to what he prays.

You chained me with habits, and claimed, "'âtwas best".
That a man could be drug held by your form.
Needing your nature, I did not resist.
My compulsive drive bid, "drone in your swarm".
Now I'm hypnotized by your soft wing's song.
It speaks to the yearn I have to belong".

The Masonic Underling & the 33 degree

The wheel of fifths stiffs
me again, as your climax
keeps the slow burn ward

I was just nothing
but your book collector then
So still am I now

I love you alone.
Keeping our secret letters
Sagittarius

To be under you
for all of that which is not
Eternally yours

Prometheus sang for vultures

I gave you my fire
and look what you did with it
Love is for the birds

Unmasking Wyverns

Watch me slave at words I could never say
Monsoon shark god furious
The love of my father, she snaked away

Wind swept waves bled 'til Sunday
It's a shame I am that curious
Watch me slave at words I could never say

Fierce night howls paved the way
And the way it was deleterious
The love of my father, she snaked away

Children raced past our well-lit display
An unintentional metamorphosis
Watch me slave at words I could never say

A crow-haired woman asked, "Was I okay?"
Lips crimson and voluptuous
The love of my father, she snaked away

A god of wind, a shark at play
Your past is not mysterious
Watch me slave at words I could never say
The love of my father, she snaked away.

The Rift

Starts at a place
that I cannot recall.
A depravity structured.
The strongest of walls.
Dividing my soul
from the beauty of God.
Keeping me safe
from what is, and what was.
On this side pure darkness.
with sounds that raise hair.
Since, there was never a nexus,
I studied despair.
I learnt to bend shadows.
And the secrets of words,
but I never found out
how I could be cured.
Because, fear has been stronger
then what they call love
I can eat it, or make it.
When push comes to shove.
Independent of structure.
Void of all heart.
The rift is my gift,
as it tears me apart.

The Ebony Orchid of Theta

The darkest orchid I have ever seen
came to me last night through the realm of dream.
Its pistils, onyx & its edges keen
Though its center was a swirling off cream.

I swore that I even could hear it speak
to me of things I should choose not repeat.
The way men's will can shrivel then turn weak
And the way it spoke was hardly discreet.
Of children in folds, and parents in dire,
and of the greed of men consuming the world.
Of matter less space, and colorless fire
And of the way chaos shall reign unfurled.

Part of me wondered how it had grown here.
Flower black with a pollen of pure fear.

The darkest woods ever

They were the darkest woods ever.
At least that I had ever seen.
Trees with leaves almost of leather.
Animals, that struck me as too lean.

So I quickened up my rigid stride.
While my eyes scanned for some light.
If I had a horse, full speed I'd ride.
If my lungs were not so tight.

I never should have dared to trespass.
Goddamn shortcuts are always wrong.
Where is my boy scout with his compass?
Why is this taking so awfully long?

Wait... Is that a light that I see up ahead?
No... Just the moon climbing higher instead.

Las Gaviotas

There is a burning moon in Mexico
Love and blood go hand in hand
So deep, and high, I can't let go.

It rises red, its sky crawl is slow
A bulging middle with golden band
There is a burning moon in Mexico.

Drunk, I watch the ebb tide flow
Where waves wash away at the land
So deep, and high, I can't let go.

A guitar song with black pearls so
consumed with guilt I cannot stand
There is a burning moon in Mexico.

She hangs there naked, all a glow
Over an Ocean of silence and sand
So deep, and high, I can't let go.

In the distance a storm does grow
Spinning eye pulls, strand by strand
There is a burning moon in Mexico
So deep, and high, I can't let go.

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