Thursday, April 16, 2015
I am from a family of heights delivered to past
Lives, living within evolution like the speedboats.
I absorb the sacred story, I travel to the furthest part,
Real commentary has been blown by the buried men.
I father, you mother, will burn the tender hearts with music
Enjoying royalty, radical royalty of the utmost memories.
I have sustained the blue skies with surrendered children,
Their hands wave with brandishing acts of inhalation.
My feet are bound to the cross, my hands see them
In the distance, with nails struck in the core of the moment.
I have children while death has encroached upon being,
Detaching me from being that erupts from volcanic rock.
I am having treasure of gold rings and silver necklaces,
The wine of the spirit is upon my tongue like golden items.
My halving arts are like a heartening man of indulgent creams,
Like a king who acts upon solutions of the dreamer’s food.
Topic(s) of this poem: free verse,sacrifice