Where is the boat of mythic proportions? When did my mind started to wander and wonder to the right of my past? Sweet woes and of my sorrowful worried mind.
By Test3 years ago in Poets
Oh such an Oedipusian track, Mighty Uther may I please be of service. At least keep that sage at bay. You upstart Telemacus, do not dare make me go against you.
I see the enemy within. I can hear the nature of me. I taste thine bitter and all that goeth into my past and into thine experience.
Red is my rage, and blue is the wave; thus this green shades do hate that air. Yellow makes it better on white snow;
Once upon a ryhme, an outlet was full of brine. Twice an age; too many foot and feet traveled, withered worn torn and forloned.
A slight tingle of the love I hear from your pain. A breeze on the level of the wound I give into the pleasures of this loving rain does reign.
I used to be yours. I was about to give it all I got. I wanted to love your skin then your mouth spewed that draconian words came out.
One in the rough. Two at the helm. Three to have things in your head, enough to know such love of infatuation comes through.
In my head a dank cold drink In a place where I am in need of so much cohorts of all stink. My own sage; My ego. My own mentor;
Lapse of my internal face, this infernal phase, yet the age of my misinformation place. Damn this poetic noose where I am needed in the place of my kaboose.
What now, Where were our face, When all those strings attached in a cloth. Why be afraid, How does the love ends Which way do go.
Oh you, My beautiful you. You who were the one I longed. You who loved my stupidity because, My blindness of lust and love,
By Test5 years ago in Poets