how I burn for something new.
when lies become the truth
what comes before existence and a never ending day?
a thousand tails that shake their dust,
from the frozen mouths of distance
to the scent of Cleopatra,
with her leopard skin as pure as I am green.
three words that heal the promise of a scar,
where ivy grows and melts a thousand stars,
so shall I crawl unseen into the circle of a grave.
no fear of death save all I've yet to learn.
how I yearn for something new
to ride a thousand pages
to the water shrew where lives a morning sun,
a festival of cabaret where breaks an honest voice,
swimming 'neath the sinews with my iron blood and curls,
to where all men march with toadstools
to the pancreas where flakes a cloven myth.
the sixteen strings of copper
where no dawn breaks, so breaks the devils tail.
how I fear the something new.
the long haul to the quiet rose
with sympathetic eyes on the yellow corn of doubt
drifting with a pacifist with knuckles white and cold.
it is time to harvest king and queen alike.
no sound will stray from where I last belong.
god speed to summer's nest,
where no dawn breaks, so ends the devils song;
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Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
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Comments5
Qustions without answers enigmas and paradoxes that a questioning of truth. Very nice
I cannot say honestly i have worked this one out, but i do enjoy reading your poetry as it always makes me think, and it always good to read a few times over, Great piece
Excellent write
Dear Melvin, Outstanding lines outstanding imagery, always a genuine pleasure reading your lines, and your poetry has taken the reader to a new phase of your poetic journey. Superb my dear friend. 🌹
Tremendous work.
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