Wednesday, November 3, 2010

On through

meandering, pandering along the road
from shooting star to rising sun.
passionate bursts in direction sought
into set breezes passin'

encompassing madness
prudent sense of indiscretions.
laden path set indolence
in the course of time perhaps idiotic

live recklessly young
much seen with keen eyes
Gin filled grin, from the top window in
Chaotic in flight; one to the next

this copper-eyed angel seen from afar
waving on high, to gatherers below.
This copper-eyed misery
pan-handling on-lookers; (grace)

madness flows like a stream
never ending, righteousness
holds up like a
never shaking mountain

interchanging gospel lenses
drifting towards insanity
madmen raging yelling crowing screeching
hopelessly preaching;

lending single lenses
Truth of truths, beyond all measure
socially inept, physically stature.
in the shadows Romanesque manor.

Rough around edges
Kierkegaard's withering ironic eternal flower.
Love for all it's worth
finding haystacks among the needles.

All the intently derived narratives,
vacantly speaking forward in time.
intensity high, the end is nigh.
Now gazing out, pondering so.

No comments: