Pilate & His Imperfection

trinityeliza

Forgive him at times
if his aim is shoved astray
or day to day
when he has once again
lost his way....
Do not struggle with him...
HIS SLEEP IS COMING....
The blindness is his self-inflicted
disease.
HIS SLEEP IS COMING....
Under the stress
Of nightly reverie
Let the sweetness of your perfection
slip unto me....
Forget about him...
HIS SLEEP IS COMING....
Maybe when the light
Fades from the street
or from the stage...
The shadows will stroke
him into his unmercifull sleep...
HIS SLEEP IS COMING....
We will have the benefit
of this heavenly infection
Into your eyes
I see my reflection...
Love,...
Love,...
Love,...
HIS SLEEP IS COMING....
By his BLACK imperfection
the insolence
watery fear of being...
of not being...
has been...
HIS SLEEP IS COMING....
His stoney repression....
We'll dismiss with a wave
By the blackest perfection--
His self made grave,...HIS SLEEP IS COMING....

trinityeliza

I thank you. I felt better after letting that one out.

studio54raveman

someone out there has left a bad taste in your mouth... or so i interpret through your poem. i will love you for eternity.

Ali

My porr baby Pilate.
Just as bas as my Ed.:(