'Crimson & Jasmine'
Within bijou pumping blood crimson
My soul tastes of aromatic jasmine
Unto thee earth my vessel I'm baring
Lost in the Magikal starlit sky staring
Who was lacing midnight in scarlet?
Ivory Moon falling unto blazed garnet
Shadows lurk calling the night hunter
Nothing numbs the bones from under
Cries from the stillborn shaded silence
Writhing nightmares slumbers defiance
Barely breathing innocence fades dawn
Daydream of times when tragedy is gone
Resist pulling tides longing for discourse
Steaming my breath swift hurricane force
No apologies can reverse hidden scars
Whatever the times you wish upon stars
The Punk Poe…
Always Be Punk…
Always Be Drunk…
(On Poetry)
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