Cast ornately in flame chakra wheels,
a love train hundred demons from my mind.
I could pray a thousand arms entwined
that I should be the pain right through
to lonely dark shall blur the definition.
Waves of ammunition tear my head
from the sound upon the burning tree.
This strange effect should be lonely
driving pain through a fool
in dark fascination never sweeter desire.
Soaring freely alone can save my soul,
my salvation can make me whole from condemnation.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Poem-A-Day: Day 468
Rescue Me
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Drop a line, a quip, a snippet, your pants, or an anecdote...just don't drop the soap.