oh pity.
Posted February 2, 2008
if such unconcerned laughter sprung-forth
can obtain any kind of attention from thine own ears
of which we dive into with uttering confession
the stars themselves would have cursed my name years long past.
apology short-handed and sincerety less demaneded
may the brightening of the tempest conceil beliefs unforged by human hands.
the silver-blade of a stone-grinded sword shines boldy
within the frayed fabric of a shirt loosely worn.
displays of unhandled and uncontrolled malice
spewed like salfur disemboweled with a dragon's entrails.
oh pity the poor soul of whose fingers grace the tapestries in such sorrow.
i am the boy you called therefore from the shallows.
faith disposes any question to rise from the pools of knowledge.
i cry for absolution from the deepest part in the sacrement!
flesh grows the heart's weary attitude and yet
the words harm deafingly the confidence.
if a spider skimming the leaf's edge could only see
the distance of which would carry it downward
i believe a "sentence of release" would carry me home.
a silent night once again
to with and without the voice of the loveliest maden i'd ever held.
and in the definate myriad of mistakes to accompany my present wanderings
i found a way to wrap my fingers around the "pearls of purity".
fashioned one-by-one, hand made into a necklace for my doubts
a single kiss for the low-laying clouds puts a tired soul to rest.
and that soul is in me...oh pity.
...faith is the cross and the flame is deceit.
composed with the thoughts of only such wrath
i can calmy remain discrete.
