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Sailors Disconsolate
Sweet lips cut raw
a miser to pain
seeks a petal
to kiss
to lick lips
clean
A wind whistles deep
That we harken at
some time and muse
an ocean’s fury on
The one’s
Past gone
lives trekked
and seas braved
Unmerciful to our mettle
Chains us in its terror
needles in the neck
thorns in the thighs
madness in the mind
The stern weeds grass
Decked across the gloomy sea
born from the night sky
Breed croaks to see
the great blue sea
Miserable lips parched raw
Cup at the shallows
and swallow
to keep
souls
lean
Shards of diamond
float
portside, starboard, stern, and
bow
each murmuring mermaids
singing songs,
tempting tempests
long starved,
for sailors
jolly bold
who once smiled
charmed
This ‘world’ of woe
waltzes
enigmatic
as age creeps
and beckons to
muffle lifes’
flames
fancies darkness
rough on the wax
does nothing to spare
our jaded tongues’ lisps
sweet capitulation
as to when
our flaming steeds
shall
kneel, neigh, and feign
blighted and dip knees
into endless
cold
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Favorite Quote:
"It Will Be Good." (complicated semi-spiritual emotional story.)<br /> <br /> "Upon his bench the pieces lay<br /> As if an artwork on display<br /> Of gears and hands<br /> And wire-thin bands<br /> That glisten in dim candle play." -Janice T., Clockwork[love that poem, dont know why, im not steampunk]