AbsinthiaAbsinthia
These poems begun many a year ago. It originated as a very short poem. Strangely enough I shall never complete these poems.
This is what the collection is today:
Absinthia
A green room
roaming footsteps sugar foam
a scream from outside my door
this found voice
wither water choice
flames of ghosts
the one desire
to admire
her factual beautiful sparkling touch
as to commune with an angel
such
doomed to watch
dared freedoms catch
knowing destiny
The farewell and hello
Luring hidden pride
in visionate
appraise a cheers toll
she glitters like the eyes of a doll
you recreations dream
the dainty drip
sugar strip
crystalline
I wake the hour gone
shone light moan
manic mythic mask of
this lands swift daze
her face of clouds
buried deep in my soul
the fire she devours
in me now endures
bare with my course
as your river roars
the relief of mind
your rest is kind
en chantè to you ethereal shiver
for your grace I quiver
the balance faint
this pretty saint
none failed what you deliver
Innocence.
In a contextual sane manner.
The instance.
I dream.
I figured falsified tensious clichés feigning an idolatry on art.
May you vanish you whom defy arts purity.
Denied access.
A linger longer lane mania mires dires gates.
I ventured on a lonely path.
To know me.
The imminent to know love.
In a practiced convenient pride I see a clouded sky.
I walk.
Rain falls down.
Punctually frowned freedom.
A vicinity of you.
In this time you and I.
Found nature.
Then a lonely critters pity demise.
Show no advice.
A beast in me.
I turn into admiration.
Strange fowl blown temptation.
There is nature.
To factual thesis admires regret.
I denied her love.
Take a look at yourself come full grown moon.
Your time is ready.
To give.
Deemed cynic passion.
I fled into your dismay.
Awe the lies and deceit of some women.
Made me a scare.
I dream again now.
It is you and I.
Find someone else to blame.
And know shame.
These vial beauties linger.
I send my dues to you.
All reason upon descending into array.
Casually.
Beauty is not a lesson learned.
Cruelty shares hold in passion.
Then in an instance it is you and I by the river.
Learning to hold hands.
The named howl of screeching water against rocks.
You tease. Know destiny and admire.
Cards folded.
It’s you whom I can not know.
What boy has not seen you glow shimmering light.
In the amiss of dew.
I knew.
We all love you.
Obscurity demise
Depict an emptiness
What seen
Shown filled schemes
The wall is absorbed into my dream
Next to nothing they say
As if the devil didn’t pay
It’s pretentious clay
Indefinite
A look into wind
Shimmered mint
Mind over matter
As invitations of informal reasonable new found glory
A swarm into another place
Grey is a moon’s day
Literate stay stains pitiful ways of invitations to this land
Amend
Pictoresque!
Restitute galleries of water dancing
Care you me and I
It’s what I need to learn as for withstanding to conquer imagination
Shake, shook, skitter crooks
Don’t judge a man by his looks
I own a distance
I crave assistance
In you
Call of green grass in wind
Soothing
The fervent laugh
In continuant thought
Dreams puzzle a void silent hymn
as if pious bleak moist figures
dance
Chance
You know glitter snow
Pasting glow
It’s dire part of play
starts where to stay
Ease
Tease
Bright please
Such dazed grace
In your
Blue eyes
Curves of vanity.
Realize all.
The pitoresque concerned apologetic reminder.
Never to know amore.
Imminent satin coloured free men’s passionate doctrines of dismay.
I conclude.
The limits prude.
Of sanctity in where I lay.
Demands to procure the envisioned glorious escapee.
Fractions of criers literate ignored.
Poor me.
Show me.
Find a latter litter literate moon framed into my mind.
Dream vender’s decease.
Gloomy window sills followed by nuns agreements to pursue eternity.
Astound pious claims of visions ethereal.
Point to pints. Paint poison prayers.
Inside you the feverous latter no choices in your prides moiré crack.
Lack. Sack. Ritter stack.
Leave latent situated silence for of nothing in me I am.
The imposed priority of concerned adoration winds perverted the music of the choir.
Liar.
Shyer.
Unwind timeless fantasy.
Absinthia.
Astound the pictoresque.
Prettier than time
Innocence prime
A destiny to inform without words
A stare
A glare
A watch
Kiss the maker
Dossier shared
The mounded cared
Invisible pride
A cry
So shy
A touch
Kiss the maker
Then again in vain
The petty stain
A sense no purity beholds
A care
A fear
A dear
Kiss the maker
Sound of leaves
Brule at make
The accustomed crowd
I seek but found
And eminent place
Of found
The indicted face of myth
Fervent pleasure’s stitch
I gleam the fever pitch
Upon a soul garden
Free called
Upon a
The feisty feign
Of what in dreams I love
Care, share; do not fear
The dawn breeds an army near
Upon a whistle sound
The flitter ground
Seal a lightning ditch
In your mouth
Upon a stream of heart
The assailant sun grieves you now
Mourns your purity
Chimed your cure
Limits fore the light
Pretty sight
Rimmed the failed quest
One of you falling with a twist
The break minds
Favour chance
Illuminate
The lit face of
A moon circle
ignites frown dust
limit’s vice
in light despise
the whisper clothes
mend this voice
into a man and woman
grown further without
a foothold in an arch
I’d always be the uninvited guest
with surety
cured purity
into a waste of time
the relentless crime
of a bottle’s blame
in shame
her infamous game
with dream-clothes pictured inane
vanity persuades her invisibility
as the fiery talk
walks slender into a sun
of known
dawn
you are a picture in my imagination
with the ease of teased sugar spite
you are always right
none of thus is now
as a bottle’s vow
in pity for a man in need of drink
you’re blessed voice stint
read me into my dreams
before morning call
an eyebrow paints the faint dew
on my love’s breast
look crest
she is much like you
Indeed with sugar
The stale look
As if shook by moon clothes
Shown remorse the latter
a filled complaint
lazy dainty pious rain
mother of dreams
To be with you
whence
the moments dared illusive deem
you advert into steam
feel this coat
reign feigned
in a memory
Sense the avoided lust
drink of the abyss
the shiny sting of her touch
in an obsessed moist weather
put a dire word in your mouth
while she dances
within wind shiver
maiden fair upon whom you share
I dread your lost
when your figure
leaves for tomorrow
then provide for us an eternal night
your shade’s plight
loves the admitted
Irresistible
Fake glow
Window snow
in the early morning raised
doubts, the tension in her eyes
when I walk straight into her facet green daze
time race
The myth stage in her presence
I don’t deny her pleasance
Mint blown
Chocolate fevers
the stint sugar haste
Feigned old irresistible
Grace of dawn
puts a smile on a beggars face
The silhouette of fiction smoke
Praise a joke
Shared
Her gaunt green
Her feuds a passions name
Awe, to grasp her fame
As she withers in morning flame
Imminent.
The facet mound sun cloud
stings grief upon me
As I wake
What’s at stake
A required pose feigned relent
in loneliness
the affection
A destiny’s touch
feigned loathe pity eyes
whom deem with flames
guise
into a soft daze
A look upon view
Where’s day a new
in her voice
the clear calls
for nightly cover
the clouds sing
this choir’s nuts
silk shut
door takes
the dream escapes
into another
A walk into the night
you amusè depictionate
a priori
invites to a latter escaped
customs to deliver dreams
in the sweet victimized
shades of white skin
whom lives
within
a promise of eternal youth
lured sooth’s
estimative soul
clothes crawl
in a withered chance
she waves goodbye
Absinthia II
She comes with light.
In the ethereal flame.
Of visions might.
He is to deem her name.
Oh venture in my dreams.
I’ll fathom polite grimes.
In the pity of regret.
Her face swift as morning grace.
In the instant he defies to know her.
She feasts on his soul.
Tears and twists into mould.
The dire columns of these words.
An adored grace.
To miss the inevitable.
To face her glory.
I grasp forlorn drear.
The sheer fortunate.
In the infamous place.
To know her ways.
I fervent of absolution.
Stream theatre carpets.
The right adored bliss.
Her kiss.
And falling into a dream.
In which she calls.
The father of walls.
To pity thus of her advice.
The lean loam water mints.
Stints poisonous prints
of words I can not know.
Glow with me mermaid green.
While I courteously lean on you.
The rightful informal grace of mist tears.
Shares mother of nature.
The introvert companion
Where two and two are one
there they come
the ones I teach
Before the reach
behold there's more
in emptyness than
soaring pity sakes
In lease of this betrayal
the relentless saying
caring
The prosperous man
fails
to uphold
I dream a bridge
over holy water
to know
The passionate sayers
grieves time at lust
where instigate such
praise the inevit
The man may listen
where there's reason to know
there's usually a friend come and go
I look in certain
bounds
of the cause
The man I knew
foretells
nothing
I dream a bridge
over holy water
to know
As come and go
the rather rare certainty
is lost for fear where honesty
comes first
the prayers thirst
feigns, no rest
for the wicked
In manic mythic sheer luck
the enigmatic touch
stunning
The vindicate mother
amise
fails to prosper
I dream a bridge
over holy water
to believe
What sudden chance clear
the envoyant stare
to envision such betrayal
on the floor of light
A destined rare beauty of another kind
surveys the appology of mind
Wherein dreams assume hatred and lies
In steal blazed mist
an insolent insist
shone
The appologetic father
adverts
to vengeance
I dream a bridge
over holy water
to believe
In a positions waste of time
the radient man below
cares too much for darkness
A blizzard storm upheaves
the nature of thieves
Wherein nightmares tear truth and love
into hollow steep underestimate
Instigate viewpoints
and glossy pints
drunk
The reactionary watchers
cries
for more
I dream a bridge
over holy water
to adore
The face she bore
in quiet places
is too sacred to implore
A visions dear met
when ready set
go seech with pride
The giants leap to a better place
Vile beauty
and dazzled beyond
duty
The drapers
best friend
for
I dream a bridge
over holy water
to adore
The feast of fury
The night of flame
we’re light’s game
against the closing wind
make belief the thin
on me where I go
The night of flame
an unknown name
touch a flower clean
on a tall man lean
where she grows
The fiery dust
Such touched
A harlot’s heart
Of thus given choice
She must
The dark clouds
are figments proud
forgive a clown
learning to love
for her lust
The night of flame
to go in vane
a leaving left’s
forsaken, bereft
of what I’d know
Thus holy night
Such a beauty’s sight
The arrogant glare
of her eyes clear
I hold you dear