Delicate

Delicate

A Poem by Zarathustra

The Red Queen
Performing: Delicate
03/09/2011



Delicate.

Your simple is complex
yet
you’re a eclectic break
free form
lucid ride back from the desert.


Can you kiss out in the open
no
Well maybe tomorrow then my friend
if they allow us in like this.


How deep is this show
a raven
noche oscura del alma
nevermore.

I’m starting to think you don’t know me!
Well I’m not him yesterday
or the afterwards
I’m just there against the wall I’m building.

Can we come back to us
or go anywhere without
always stuck in the middle of a rhyme
too delicate
it could sink into one
or become the many.


Your awake is untitled
a poet’s verse.

© 2011 Zarathustra


Author's Note

Zarathustra
“The latest and one most improvised song so far, Delicate was written in silence, without music but the sound of James Morrison’s voice and different rhythm patterns of The Doors in a constant loop in my head. Delicate was written in about a 5min time span, solely because of interruptions that slightly increased the time. I wanted to write the what the different personalities in my head were saying and feeling while at the same time releasing the pressure of having so much stress building up in my mind.”

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Great words. I like how the many strong statement added up to a excellent poem.
"How deep is this show
a raven
noche oscura del alma
nevermore."
Great movement of words and I like the ending. A excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 12 Years Ago



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