when Autumn breathed her silence,
through weathers' hearts' as golden to her coins.
came music to this blind man's ears,
when love was loud,
as loud my shaking hands now angry eyes;
each day I walk
as blind as veins to the watermark,
tinned-torso dark,
mole-teeth dead to sight and sound,
I have lost her Paris eyes in fallen leaves;
when Autumn came and cried our child,
on clouds of wounds
more distant than the scar.
I crawl as wolf; hunter of the growling moon;
my bayonet for the black-veined throat of hunger!
addicted to the blood that breathes,
that floods from heart to the shovels' skull,
digging deep my grave ,
my final place to rest
both beast and beaten man;
when Autumn came,
came the sucking hands that sucked my devil-snake;
hunched barking-beast on the hanging tree,
when Autumn roots
grew black rose on the henchman's breeze.
where lost?
her Paris eyes in Autums leaves;
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Love
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Comments2
Stunning dark poetry beautifully composed.
thank you very much for reading and your very kind comment;
most kind.
'each day I walk, as blind
as veins to the watermark,
tinned-torso dark,
mole-teeth
dead to sight and sound,
I have lost her Paris eyes
in fallen leaves;
when Autumn came and cried our child,
on clouds of wounds
more distant than the scar.
I crawl as wolf; hunter of the growling moon;
my bayonet
for the black-veined throat of hunger!'..
There is nothing worse, than
a whole season
being coffined, by the worst nightmare's
our life, has survived;
especially, as it rears
its unwanted Medusa head of memories
and yanks open, all that repressed pain
one more time, every time;
stilling us, as-if being dunked in fast-drying cement...
(another powerful write, dear Masterful Poet
for some reason
I picked-up, on some raw
and untameable tethers,
to Time refined, anguish
being emoted in this particular poem,
leaking through, from all the passion you imbue)
'what a talent!'
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