One day not far away from now
He will awake from fog and cloud
With mind alert and limbs excited
A rising Sun abreaking hazes
The tempting thought of running wild
Creating life where others failed
Forego the coins people longed for
Remaining true to values mortal
One day not far away from now
That May Come True
Prompted by a @maxmundan prompt:
our wildest expectations
The booby-trapped
washing machine
Never exploded
Autonomously defused
By a 38DD under-wire bra
As the lingering thoughts of
summer fades
the Sleeper awakes
unconsciously tapping
the power of ages.
Blissful winds hunts
the creature small
soothing thoughts
through barren
landscape.
The one way depicted
in paintings of old
The second a guessing
a coming fortold
The third merely there
to matter the fact
No matter what
X marks the spot.
As I laid there in the corner
with your shadow hovering
I recalled the days of glory
before the ancients came.
RAPE.
RAPE.
I told you it was RAPE.
No hiding from the truth
your actions were my
spoiling.
My innocense the
candelabre rocking
the eternal fire now
diminishing
I knew who I was – then
I know who I am – just now
I know not who I will be – next
My visions Come No more
In the summer night
light as a feather
fluttering silken
In the autumn chill
waying in heavy
stiffer still
In the midwinter frost
a burden unreal
hibernating
The coming of spring
most blessed of times
awakening
In shadows of self
I wander
trying hard to find
the way out
In my early years
I tried keeping
a diary alive
(HOW SAD A READ IT WAS…)
It died
These days I
feed the
Tumblr monster
(…)
not much has changed
I say
