Raw is my crack, is my love by uturn190, literature
Literature
Raw is my crack, is my love
When i was a little boy
i used to lick the street
spanked the orange light pole
and cursed the broccoli that wouldn't eat
melons and cats can fit into planes
yet, still they charge us to eat them
yellow eyes are the windows to the stars
all mom's give birth to tamale stems
hot sauce only comes in two flavors
and reception only gets two bars
mindlessly chasing dogs that honk
with their little mitten-ed puppy paws
stop looking at my breasts
you can hold them but please don't inhale
draw a mouse next to the doorway
and my bride will shit a Vail.
Trigger my heart and mind
to lie upon the sand
and careful not to burn the tongue
TANKA -french english- Love without boundaries by Exnihilo-nihil, literature
Literature
TANKA -french english- Love without boundaries
(english translation below)
Elle me disait
« L'amour n'a pas de frontières »
En lisant Verlaine
Vrai. Pourquoi donc des frontières
Quand ses bras fermés suffisent
Frantz, 03 février 2012
.......................................................................
She told me
"Love knows no borders"
Reading Verlaine
True. Why have borders
When her folded arms suffice
Frantz, February 3, 2012
White Sunday 279: Orphean descent by williamfdevault, literature
Literature
White Sunday 279: Orphean descent
I did not descend to rise again.
The nature of flesh is to fail,
and so, I sail off the edge.
Down the rivers of forgetfulness
and eternal sleep, no Thesean thread
to mark my path, for I am not returning.
I tread the darkness, listening
with discerning ears for every turn.
The brimstone and sulfur burns
my eyes and nostrils and I hear,
clearly, the screams of the damned,
and the muttered threats of Hades himself.
Plato himself called my prototype a coward,
and there is no fear in my quest,
to test the very definitions of life,
of wife, and immortality. I will sing
a song that will echo to the stars
from the deepest pit of
Of blackest night and shadowed dreams,
Under the watchful eye of moon,
The world tears apart at the seams,
And everywhere, pieces are strewn.
Desperate, I try so hard,
To fix was has been left for me.
Born of chaos, still so scarred,
I search for something that cannot be.
Each one of them is a part of me,
The blame, the death, even the doom.
Surely not only I can see,
While some have died, others still bloom.
Not all I create is born of fear.
What about dreams, or soothing sleep?
For those poor souls, I shed a tear,
And for my own, I can only weep.
your hands
feathered the tip
of my chin
and your eyes
they shone
like stars
in the midnight sky
as your lips
with a touch of grace
brushed against mine.
teardrops
pearled on my skin
and I felt
comfort
seep into my bruises
as nostalgia basked
my bones
your embrace
carried me to the moon
until
we became
as ethereal as our dreams:
like stardust.
"Lights will guide you home..."
I will try to fix myself.
I shall take your plaid, my dear,
Down to sovereign river's flood
And wash away the sweat and tears
Of life. I'll wash away the blood
From warp and weave.
Under blood red skies, I hear the sighs
And laughter shuttled in the loom
For you by Fates. Across my thighs
This checkered cloth, both lives and doom -
Your transmigration.
Each thread, bright dyed or drabbest dull
Supported makes the weft for other -
Fabric of natural weave, full
Richness, wound on loom of Mother
All life's dynamic tension.
I'll lift my voice to keen your name,
I'll wail of loves, of triumphs and shame,
For life gone by I'll cry in mourning
Yet my wai
In the fashionless land of the horrid McSnee, the stones cut like diamonds, men hang from the trees
While their bones are exposed by nine eyed, sixteen winged, amphibious, flesh eating bees.
The McSnee are quite ruthless, their rule absolute, their evil deeds matching their evil repute.
Those who write love songs have their hands nailed to their ears, and, while billy goats chew on their blasphemous beards,
Philosophers are staked to the ground by their pubes.
Into this land limped a pilgrim of sorts, a meek dirty traveler, to hear the reports.
He shared flesh at their tables; he mucked out their stalls; he sang songs of blood eagles in
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