poetry by wytchewoode (Remove filter)
my head an accident waiting to happen
Monday 25th June 2012 7:33 pm
All grotesque about the earth
Sinister, bright, the flowers
condone toxic hands against the earth
where birth never ends
and all is musty near the mud
to envision glittering gems above the clouds
I reach yet the pleasure has gone
all grotesque about the earth
I pull dream-like shivas from the heavens
gods beware!
The sin wavers alive
waking from promises broken
Under skies
the traveller
seeks the r...
Friday 8th June 2012 11:42 pm
yellow about the land
Odorous under the towers
confounded misty teeth beyond the rain
the sin continues
quaking before the trees
you stroke dank vapors under the flowers
I reach insanity yellow about the land
as we dream of evil over the virgin
crazy, passionate, open-eyed, hungry
over the horizon
something missing
out of dreams
a stranger
takes comfort
he knew no-one
yellow about the lan...
Thursday 7th June 2012 11:32 am
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