Poetry and Prose..The Surreal Snake..

Eager

the eager beaver
she spreads her legs
i feed her the sublime
she takes me in
and begins again
born of wonder and thunder
the seed fills its need

Looking glass

the looking glass blinks
its feeds time with rhyme
the surreal need to be
it wonders why
it sees no sky
the humans cry
then they die
the glass sees its reflection
the purple skies
of looking glass eyes

Talons

my talons
they tic toc tic toc the clock
my arms wind
in surreal time
broken on the rack
they rarely come back..

Star

i blind the stars
i make them think
i pull out the candles life
i rape the wick of it
i take the moon in my room
i sink into her with my spurs
i take her life i make it right

Boil

the squadrons boil in oil
the souls of the fold
the unicorns get down on their knees
to the supreme being

they empty the skies of machine gun eyes
they knee to the seeing being
where is this god
that does flog

the unicorns see the need to be
their sunshine eyes wave hi hi
the silver horses of mythology
hear their plea

they live under candy cane clifts
climbing on sea shell rhymes of time
where is this god
i wind up time on velvet mOOn soon

the crescent mOOn bleeds at noon
she talks to the gods
on her knees she sings to please
the nights breeze preys on the seas

Originally Posted by Surreal Snake

mOOn

mother mOOn
hug me soon

make love to the skies
the blackened night of fright

crescent mOOn
sing me your tune..

spray your silver on me
i open my eyes to pristine skies

your smile your smile
the stars stay by your side..

i like this one :) i love poems about the moon :)

Clouds Clouds I chalk up a smile.
I gaze & dream upon thee..
Declaring what sounds & rhythms you drown,
to keep away my frowns.

Like untelling clowns you dance around me,
like a trance u mesmerize me.
Like a suns ray, so beautiful only to drift away...

You keep away the coldest days with only one gaze.
Weaving my imagination into newly found inspiration..
A creation only crowned with anticipation.

Opening new doors to life & easing away means of strife..
Facing my fears I stare into your foundation, never knowing
-my destination. Embracing the unknown and keeping thoughts,
My Own.

The Four Seasons

depression
obsession
regression
protection

Stalker

he returns in the urn
he can never go away
he has to have his say
he likes to play
he sucks the meat
he shines on my dime
he bores the shores of rhyme

A Conman's Promise

Bastard.
He does it without warning.
At the edge of my seat,breathless.
I fall to the floor right where he wants me.
So he steals,again,again,again. My Heart.
Until...
What does a pirate do with an empty chest?
Bastard.