Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

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a sirens soldier
ululates undulating thoughts
to only the whisperscreaming empty
crested on a dissolving dune
liquid sand swallowing him
slowly whole
until all that is left
is a cleft mind
in a glass cage
marching a leather salted tongue
that is not his

thoughts of death
brush his shoulder
her swivelling eyes
husked
in a barren chrysalis sun

empty echoes
ache
filling
a pitted stomach
as the starlings scatter
blistered in his
undistilled silence

hanging gardens
succulent with promise
cascade away
before his shimmered eyes
just mirages of myth

incandescent will
vaporises in the lifting veil
of a sand papering shroud
the promises of babylon
squinting away
in the haze of
unstroked cuneiform eyes

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the words hold the richness of the desert in their sturdy arms......luscious imagery

cool stuff

saw wrote:the words hold the richness of the desert in their sturdy arms......luscious imagery

saw - thank you for your valued seeing. muchly appreciated.

revolutionR wrote:cool stuff

revolution - thank you for your read and nourishing comment.

riteon.

Babylon will always be the foolish,
overbearing desert empire, walling us
up inside, separated from nature.

Or maybe I read this too personally,
given all that time I spent roaming
the rocks and digging Jah roots.

sexy

mnaz wrote:Babylon will always be the foolish,
overbearing desert empire, walling us
up inside, separated from nature.

Or maybe I read this too personally,
given all that time I spent roaming
the rocks and digging Jah roots.

rockman - rockon. one empires demise through excess inevitably follows its fall...

thanks for your w3rds.

justwalt wrote:sexy

as far as replies go; that's as good as it gets heh...thanks bro.