Fingers interlocked,Knuckles grazing the rough brick,Flowering blade-petals of pain,Trapped under a flattened gaze - gold and green,The heat of a beating heart,Foggy breaths,Catching,In the cold. Joyless pursuits of an endless sexual revolution.
Author: Masa
Nothing of particular interest.
Amateur Novelist, Poet, and Semi-retired Traveler.
Silence
I thunder at the gates of heaven, Demanding to drag you back to hell, And am met with silence. I'll relish this self-satisfied loss, Wallow in piteous destruction, And am met with silence. I scar upon my corpse, these fine lines, Writ in hard-fought blood, your scarlet ink, And am met with silence. In my … Continue reading Silence
Photos
Kissy face pictures,Names scribbled in bright blue ink,Now faded with time. How fondly we look to the horizon,Not knowing that our journey is over.
Riverwalk
Black branches, White petals, Red lips, Green eyes, Blue streams, Colorless breaths, Mingling in the cold.
Literary Tarot #1
The entwined lovers.Hopeful dreamers liein darkened waters. Three swords above two.Conceit, jealousy,and thus, Betrayal. The sundered tower.Smote with black fireof righteous vengeance. "God will grant me justice."
Black Coffee
There are some mornings, Between the moment when the mist dews on the thin petals of the lilies, And when I sit and stare at my coffee'Was I a good enough boy for cream AND sugar?' -In that one blessed moment - I forget you,And I sigh - a foggy window pane. But then it … Continue reading Black Coffee
Ours was Once the Storm
Ours was once the storm,Violent and hot, frenzied thunder,How seductively you tore at the world,Disintegrating into raw color,Laughing into vicious whirlwinds,Sobbing into endless rains. The lightning chills remain,In the eye of the storm,The bitter tang of ozone,Still smeared across my lips.
WordPress Poet
What am I doing,Dragging out word after word,In the light of day.My poor, hollow-eyed children:These damnable posts.I lie back, refresh the page...I'm so full of shit.
A Simple Task
To each, a long task,Subdued in memories lost,A Purpose set clear:Vagrant souls, pour your sorrowInto cups of golden song.
King of my own Mind
To struggle through life,And be king of my own mind,Just to wake, again.
Discarded Recollections 