Poisonous visions

Today, I inhaled the white particles of sanities,
Winter came to visit me again.
I felt the bars breaking open,
An angel came with a golden honey in his hand.
Fountains started weeping again,
Feelings are running out of sluggish air.
I am crying again.
The hissing street lights are swelling,
And warming up the trees around.
Stars are looking back
At the smoke coming out from my mouth.
What should I say?
Liquid clairvoyance showers the gentle visions,
Pointing out the paths of despair.
Beware!
Your worries should be drinking from the eyes that love you,
Not from the wells that are freezing slowly.
Write down this poisonous note,
And send kisses to the icy moon above.
The storms of pride are tearing apart the skies,
Let go of your pain in hearses.

Reviews

[Raven Starhawk]

Interesting and well penned. I am a bit mentally slow at the moment, but from what I gathered from reading this...a variety of emotion is stirring within, projecting images to reflect your pain and heartache. And the final line to me suggests letting go of it in death. I might be wrong. Maybe it is all a metaphor for changing seasons? Again I am slow at the moment, but enjoyed this poem.

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked this poem. A emotional ride in your words.
"Your worries should be drinking from the eyes that love you,
Not from the wells that are freezing slowly.
Write down this poisonous note,
And send kisses to the icy moon above. "
The above lines. So good. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote