Good work Shali...deep and thought provokingBrake
Bend, and
Savour slowly a
Dense desire wound
To the curve of
Death, each sultry
Memory of collected
Scars a sweet despair.
Lost in a rattle of bones,
Fleshy smiles dig
Deep in fractured curiosity.
A whip of breath
Cracks loud, bleeding
For Love.
I see a story...Slavery
Warn your brittle angel
Slumping in the park, crippled
Into slack redemption, all
Bitter breaths now tortured
Out in triplicate to pay this broken
Debt to you.
Who set my wings to breaking? I
Thought your lies were chains enough
To charm these dessicated wounds which
Stake a claim, while gouging out my
Stumbling gift to you?
Must I bend pale promises,
Wrapped in feathered hope to build
Transparent lines of fractured pain-
Skinned words, roaring down the
Weeping grass
To be rendered unto you?
There once was a man named Tim.Shali, I have read and applaud your wonderful words, though melancholy, pain and sadness exude from them, but for me, could you, would you, put pen to paper and bring forth a happy verse to put a smile on my wrinkled old gob.
Tim.