Short stories, poems, among other play things. A constant work in progress. Forever changing.
who_leo
21 September 2014
Hot Box Rental
There is a hologram that reminds of your golden splendor
another apparition of irresistible charm and woe,
so full of love and willing to commit itself to a life of rendering.
All in the name of passion, a life of unforeseen circumstances.
Postcards to Hitler
Correspondence with heaven, send a letter to see the devil
Spend a lifetime waiting for a response. We just didn't know,
there was no way to know. Everything fell into place when we feared
our own shadow as it made its way to hide behind us, we faced him
it was then that we drew, our conclusions became delusions
floating on the ether, high upon the clouds
riding the back of Pegasus, the winged muse of hope.
Tasting Through Burning
Future people have no idea what it was like
that compassion runs dry, tears fall onto dunes
spanning over the horizon, just where the sun lays
after we shot it down, while screaming enough is enough.
"We'd gone to have a piece of its burning flesh
eat it up and drink its blood, become one and like a phoenix
burn."
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