Frozen Times

Frozen Times

11 September 2016

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Courtesy Jesus on deviantart.com

 

Pitch black hurts

The sensitive eyes

Reeling move

On blackboards

Revealing tempo of groove

Distilling the whites

 

Flying kites

Hover above me

Thin slices

Of glories

They regenerate delights

Of childhood stories

 

Hold with me

My grasp on them weak

I dare not

Even speak

As the ropes pulsate with throb

Of the blackened mob

 

Body loss

Puppeteers rewind

In twin peaks

Riddled streaks

Measures of hue man eat he

Shredded dignity

 

Lines to cross

In between jigsaw

Puzzle me not

We forgot

The clear-cut lines of the law

Lesser of evils

 

Weigh me down

Burden of anvils

Beat upon

Lost forlorn

The making of the sword less

Soulful from soulless

 

Talk to me

From withering caves

Your mouth shrine

Frozen times

The words fed to the wordless

Soul forever mine

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Courtesy Jesus on deviantart.com

Death is not the end – Nick Cave

Into my Arms – Nick Cave

Till the End of the World – Nick Cave

 

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