Hard was the shell of pale skin which encased his brittle bones tightly like desert-dried plaster on the gnarled branches of a dying tree.
Tag Archives: beauty
ponies and horses
oh but the ponies that prance light and glittering upon the fields so green that lay before the eyes and faces of the effervescent beauties of poise and stature may enjoy the spoils of said beauties’ brief attention but those mules who toil back in the dim stables away from high praise they shall reapContinue reading “ponies and horses”
acanthus road
saw a man asleep on a white couch parked under a sign that proclaimed the street Acanthus Road the name seemed lofty dignified enough to remove any shame and give the man leave to sleep and to dream and be more that what I perceived
church
the thick silence the stillness the exquisite detail and care placed in each and every square inch
amway
I hadn’t seen the girl in years she had lost a lot of weight since then, and her virginity as well told me she lost it to a man she met in Mexico her virginity, I mean the weight she lost on her own when she gave up meat and took up yoga she lookedContinue reading “amway”
arriving at the rainbow gathering
nearing the beach at Sombreo for the first time lit on magic mushrooms, the hour approaches dawn-break my Quebecois companion leads the way in the quiet twilight we stumble through the dark forest trail trees enormous like in fairy tales mystic purple fog drifting in from the ocean we near the tree-line sound of wavesContinue reading “arriving at the rainbow gathering”
treasure
how could you have gone overlooked does the dirt you wear protect you from me will you risk exposure for me a sparkling geode, half-hidden in rock my last shred of hope for happiness glowing gem I could hold in my hand only this can save me now only this indescribeable only this little pieceContinue reading “treasure”
my lost, beautiful self
another me, a better me my lost beautiful self this cosmic twin might lead me in a twist of fate, a smiling hand amid contemptuous strands as I feel my spirit lifting up meeting at the higher plane my angel eyes, my liquid dream my lost, beautiful self
come beauty
beauty is real not a qualified success mere words disgrace the indescribable epitome of worldly perceptive bliss unworldly rapture unconscious ecstacy incarnate presence of beauty permeates thrills the soul forces it to cry out our bodies are wet with tears beauty has illuminated us for a few glorious moments
your angel
I may not be what you’re looking for I may not hold all of your dreams this may not be your idea of love but this is all I have to give you I’ve held the best poem for you this is your gift: my creativity my light, my soul, my fire I held itContinue reading “your angel”
