Tidal Warning Fury
Mystique420
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In the blizzard smile of a blue swan gaze
in the red cyclone swirl of decadent dawn
in the mirrors of liquid change
where oceans drown in the blood skin of kraken whales
to bolt spindrifts in tidal warning fury
tell me love is bold enough
to survive the oracle storm; to break crow omens
of black rectrix fate. Unhinged
by undertaker fallacy; the coffin-box nailed shut
on a requiem of reveries.
Show me love in Dutch courage, bold enough
to escape shadowy labryinths of Rotterdam streets
to empty cafe seats in bills paid by dues
in the tea leaves of open-ended prophecy.
Tell me autumn warriors design oak trees
like sleeping sentinels to guardian night
tell me love is vespertine and daylight
combined; fit for all seasons, not brittle
as calcium-weak bones, not relics of time,
not left in the morgue of dead minds
but simply a treason to be left unexplored.
Love should be opened doors; mirrors of hearts
catching reflections in our eyes.
Tell me love is not blind. Against the oracle storm
I will fight to find you,
to become two kindred spirits caught in the maelstrom of life.
Now let me show you love and let me show it to you tonight.
in the red cyclone swirl of decadent dawn
in the mirrors of liquid change
where oceans drown in the blood skin of kraken whales
to bolt spindrifts in tidal warning fury
tell me love is bold enough
to survive the oracle storm; to break crow omens
of black rectrix fate. Unhinged
by undertaker fallacy; the coffin-box nailed shut
on a requiem of reveries.
Show me love in Dutch courage, bold enough
to escape shadowy labryinths of Rotterdam streets
to empty cafe seats in bills paid by dues
in the tea leaves of open-ended prophecy.
Tell me autumn warriors design oak trees
like sleeping sentinels to guardian night
tell me love is vespertine and daylight
combined; fit for all seasons, not brittle
as calcium-weak bones, not relics of time,
not left in the morgue of dead minds
but simply a treason to be left unexplored.
Love should be opened doors; mirrors of hearts
catching reflections in our eyes.
Tell me love is not blind. Against the oracle storm
I will fight to find you,
to become two kindred spirits caught in the maelstrom of life.
Now let me show you love and let me show it to you tonight.
"To live,.... love,..... there's a song to be sung,....
'cause we may not be the Young Ones,..."
--first u sow the seed-- nature grows the seed-- then we eat the seed--
nah,... we smoke it!
'cause we may not be the Young Ones,..."
--first u sow the seed-- nature grows the seed-- then we eat the seed--
nah,... we smoke it!Post edited by Unknown User on
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that was so fucking pretty. you write with a gift i have never seen before.i am always stunned at what you are capable of!
These are the pale deaths which men miscall their lives,All this I cannot bear to witness any longer,
Cannot the kingdom of salvation,Take me home!"
Cliff Burton R.I.PFebruary 10, 1962 – September 27, 1986