EVOLUTION
Love and the God’s bend low. Evolution and the world looks on.
Heaven and Love’s deep Blue, Cue the strings Again for the scene
Silent and the hero leans in, the air and her hair intoxicates.
Sweet and his swelled passion screams. Inhale and take some with him.
November Brisk and her rose on his lips, taints the air he sips.
Thick and heavy limbs stalled, love cut down and quick
Calumny and her words slammed doors
Mailed and the page caused wars.
Damned coward, stealing life from the poor.
Veiled emotion, but not today, rock solid loosens today.
He can taste her sway.
Shadows and past loves buried
Slurred vows and the crux is hollow
Yesterdays tucked under willows housed
Romance soured and a bloody mouth
Violence and thick serum drowns
Erosion and love dissolves
Moistened Drops of salty blues
Destroyed and the world looks on.
November stream and the clinging chill
Bruising anticipation, if time would refill
Waylaid desire waxed full
Imprisoned to the cold depths and cruel
Blinded and images fail
Sunrise and love burned off.
Slow, crimson throbs purple veins
Yesterday again regained as tainted as love can feel.
Walled and the bond withered Life struggled and he couldn’t breath,
Denied love flows un-slain, simmered, seared, eyes watered in vain
He’s warred and she’s un-warmed.
Beyond recognition, she fell
Back then the scene pulsed blue. He thought he knew.
Who can tell? Gutted pulse muddied eyes and dew.
Spirits and his mind was caught.
Never the same, not like it was, he’s changed and she’s not.
Succumb to the air and her stare, its just not the same.
Mending holds no time. Sorrow crumbles tomorrow,
trampled between the hardened now and what?
Beaten slaves never dance. Yesterday blurred and ruined chance
Velvet dirt and rain slathered, Yellowed cake dissolved and bitter
November holds winter at bay, waiting and the dawn of this day
Dreamt and she seemed so near. Held and she’s locked away.
Lust and love betrayed. Rhythm and the words fall still,
Thrust and resistance fails, skin shows how she feels,
Heat and cascading rush, Angel’s and breathe suspends
A moment and the waiting ends. Evolution as the world looks on.
Sunrise, cold, erosion and the feeling is gone.
Strength and the God’s bend low.
Amazing! Have you ever thought about being a Poet, instead of a playwright?
sure, I thot of being a poet. But I’d sortof like to make some money too. tehehe No sweat tho, I put these poems into the plays & novels.
I love your site!
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