Radical
Posted: September 17th, 2015, 10:49 am
The key that unlocks all doors
is hanging by a thread
around the tenth monk's neck,
meditating
on the eleventh hour before doomsday.
The poetry critic
afraid to write the poems of his life, will
never see the strobe effects on the last train
as it enters the darkest tunnel
and freezes in the light,
high above the earth on the mountain
she can never reach.
However,
there is a gentle rain that falls upon the lilies
of the field, there are lovers every where and
one thing I know for sure:
white roses
will never die of shame.
(it's been wayyyyyyyyyyyy too long. After a long absence from AT, and the same old same old when I returned, a friend reminded me of Studio 8. Lot's of stuff happening in my life and lots of catching up here.)
is hanging by a thread
around the tenth monk's neck,
meditating
on the eleventh hour before doomsday.
The poetry critic
afraid to write the poems of his life, will
never see the strobe effects on the last train
as it enters the darkest tunnel
and freezes in the light,
high above the earth on the mountain
she can never reach.
However,
there is a gentle rain that falls upon the lilies
of the field, there are lovers every where and
one thing I know for sure:
white roses
will never die of shame.
(it's been wayyyyyyyyyyyy too long. After a long absence from AT, and the same old same old when I returned, a friend reminded me of Studio 8. Lot's of stuff happening in my life and lots of catching up here.)
