Kevin East

Rookie - 6 Points (22 April 1954 / Amersham bucks)

Beautiful Madness - Poem by Kevin East

Beautiful madness is mine.
When promises bathed in red wine
Are born again
As the fruit of our vine.
Words that in water were written
As fate hissed
We kissed
And were bitten.
Now motionless
I sit in a chair
Craving magic to share.
While my love moves through
The christmas fair
With beautiful madness I stare.
Was it all just a pocket of dreams?
Insanity and silent screams.
As words of love
Are now resigned
To greeting cards in dusty drawer
My boken heart you will find
Lies in shards upon her floor.
Now as I hang on my cross
Blood is starting to seep.
Like a sniper
That viper of death
Is planning to put me asleep.
That love born in a sunrise
Has died in her cold eyes.
But beautiful madness
Has booked me a ride
As I board a grey train
To a slow suicide.

Comments about Beautiful Madness by Kevin East

  • Poetheart Morgan (1/4/2013 3:16:00 PM)

    yes, your Beautiful Madness is beyond the comprehension like all mad minds. But has a feeling, a strong feeling that i cant put in words. Belíssimo Poet. (Report) Reply

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  • (12/14/2011 6:29:00 AM)

    A really spectacular write! Stunning imagery!
    'But beautiful madness
    Has booked me a ride
    As I board a grey train
    To a slow suicide.'
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 14, 2011

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