Showing posts with label Wings. Show all posts
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Saturday, January 9, 2016

"I Curse" ~A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

Poetry: The rant of a lover about his subjugation by his lover. 

 A lovers historical history with his subjugate tor.

 

"I Curse"


I curse my halo and wings
This pure white robe, I’ve worn
And the crown upon my head
The golden band on my hand

These things that I received
You have placed them, upon me
I curse the day, that you went away
And every day after

I curse my unable tongue
And these lips of thine's
For they have swallowed my mouth
They fed me; only upsets and fits

I could not impress them upon you
Those hurts or the wants of yours
Or how much I do love you
And loved you, still it's you I love

I told you that night, that we shared each others flesh
That were I come from, this was a marriage
Though you thought, I was trying to be romantic
But see that was, just it, I was truly being serious

I told you that my kind; did not believe, in divorce
That we considered it, a fate worst than death
Only I can’t die; you see, yet I walk through it
Death, I mean

For my life it has escaped me
But, not its,... my weary breath
If, I could have allowed, myself too

I would have caught you up

Remember the night, we shared each others flesh
Remember were I come from, this is our marriage
Though you thought, I was trying to get romantic
But that was it, I wasn't truly being serious

I told you that my kind; did not believe, in divorce
That we considered it, a fate worst than death
Only I can’t die you see, yet I walk through it
Death, I mean

For my life it has escaped me
But, just not its weary breath
For if, I could have allowed myself too
I would have caught you up

And placed you into

An immaculate golden cage; filled
With all that your heart could desire
Yet, only it would still be tainted

Strong and silent, just a cage it would be
And that, just could not be!
For thee
Or for me



A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man




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Sunday, March 22, 2015

Work In Progress~ "New Poem" Titled "A Dream is A Terrible Thing!"

New Work in Progress A poem I am working on.

"A Dream is A Terrible Thing!"

How Many Visions have I released?
How many have crept in and out of your befuddled minds?
Why have I wasted my Precious Time?

Three Four One 
For every hour that I proceeded
Three little One's were Lost 
My life of Vanity came at such a great cost

No Heavenly Treasures were yet sown
As my Father tossed skeems and dreams at me
These breadcrumbs succumb
As when or if they are tossed at the birds

I treated the Manna as the feathered beasts
I like them left only turds upon the ground
Mushy wet and messy; crumbs no longer found
Because I succumbed

To the whispering of  and from
The leathery  winged demons
of this
Our Earth

Their leader of their insidious pact
My subtle elder now our brother lost 
Such music whispered upon my ears 
But only once; yet still their soundings brought me tears

Daze and Confused yet only bruised
I settled when these resistors settled in
They magnified every single doubt within an with out
Melted about; defecated icing to top the cake

They decided they too; would try to train my brain
As did they the crabs from escaping their traps
These my Brothers not lost and yet not forgot
Kept me within their pot

How many chances would I have got?
Farther down the line there would be no more Time
No more wine
No more divine

I knew these things too!
And yet wasted I all kines their dreams and skeems
The very ones even I myself
Dreamed and than waited

Upon
to
Pounce and too
Devourer 


A Thought from Sinbad the Sailor Man








Tuesday, July 27, 2010

I Curse

I Curse
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A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man



The rant of a lover about his subjugation by his lover / A lovers historical history with his subjugate tor.