négligée

your tears rain
bathing every wound
and delicate scar
under a négligée
of silk and lace


the spider’s dream

the spider’s dream…


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the blues

the crickets and the wind

orchestrate the mood

playing the blues

of an endless night


pieces

invisible pieces
of you
float like feathers
each one
a different colored
emotion


half heart

michael mcguirt:

ancient bones from the grave … a historic tale of mortality

Originally posted on michaelmcguirt:

deathless sleep of angel’s womb,

i fly as fetus

searching every drifting dream

for a pulse unborn -

the cry of the half heart.

~

heaven’s tears caress,

a shower of diamond light,

burning away ugliness, melting years,

bathing every lie.

i peal jacquards

of colour and time

to enter the vault -

truth to unlock all locks,

and open the gate

where we began – before,

~

before i was torn -

ripped suffering suckle,

immortal fruit’s desire – taken,

down

to walk as they walk,

smearing history

with animal’s blood

upon canvas and mind -

line upon line;

killing for poetry,

praying for art,

sacrificing the purest of the pure -

more than i knew,

more than i cried for

~

and,

dying, because

they said so.

they said i must.

they, how be it,

said too much -

but reaching, always

for the fading hand,

i descend…

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against the gray

come to me black

against the gray

come to me colorless

as you may

bring me desire

and you can stay

come to me black

against the gray


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