#poetry – Page 3 – QuantumViscera

Vile children

Sky turned on… in her mouth.

This is a case of paranoia
In which the velvet eye returns
To twist the specter on the inside
To plague the heart… until it yearns.

This is a mortuary statement.

Disclose the torment of the mind

I tiptoe on the walls at night
And close the doors behind my days
In search of never ending light
In front of overwhelming ways.

The fairies gathered in my bed
Would swallow feathers from inside
All rapture floating in my head
When all those dreams in dreams collide.

I tiptoe on the walls and wait
Engraved in silence fairies burn
They always seem to be too late
Still never failing to return.

<<Once upon a time>> arguments

never too far…

Beneath a dream – I stare and wait –
Your face, corroded in my mind
In thy simplicity, no faith
For faith is bitter and maligned.

No utter distance to repel
When lines are twisted in thy vow
I don’t believe a word – unsaid –
These august witches do not bow.

A fervid hand depicting sighs
Deflowered anguish in a chest
For thee, unblemished solitude,
In ethereal arms I rest.

Beneath a dream – I stare and wait –
Reluctant beings, put aside
There is a way within thy wings
To care, to listen, to confide

…away…

falling…

paranoid, beloved infant,
seek the womb of fractal light –
shall thy worth outrage the human
shall thy beasts in rapture… blight

all the shapes outlive these faces,
fugitive… the flesh reversed,
odor that collapses graveyards
filled the nights when splendor burst.

do not fear departing Eden,
paradise regained in sounds,
an orchestral gaze of daimons…
thy reflection shows no bounds.

all despair in lust is loathsome,
fear is primary and void –
in thy changing… waves distorted
visions moving, none destroyed.

veils shall leave this creature candid –
not a human, but a frame
in thy happening… the rapture…
dear infant… you became…

… into being…
(in spite of these stars)