The Title Is Centered In Your Head.

[Surreal poetry]

 

 

 

The Fragmented Thoughts of A God

Dwelling In Platonic Dreams

Within Lillied-Apple Seeds.

Time echoed;

Stirring of dreams.

Subconscious flickered fluffy dots.

Sun swept the heavens,

Ascending diabolical lies.

 

Time relapsed;

Subtle forms shadowed in silhouetted dreamscapes.

Alas! The broken are sheltered

Behind cryptic arms of wayward stones.

Cold and alone in distant days.

Stop the heart beating

Before it flutters away.

 

Time slept;

The eyes submerge, untouched by some of us.

Trifled stories of defeat swell down…

Beyond the Deep.

Dirt musters from below,

Cradling sin at its most moistness…

And there heads go-- bitter though bright

Like remnants of stardust-- to grow.

Author's Note

-shrugs-
troker

Reviews

[lee von cleef]

Dirt musters from below,,,,I am a sucker for good movement, Cradling sin,,, I like when Time sleeps,,,,