Ever in Evermore

She riddles her hair down 

  in curls of labyrinth

Gown torn

Lying childless

A gaze of Emily staring up from the stone 

  Thinking currents of old world

Shades drawn

The loud ticking of life's bulimia

   now tapping below her silence

Inside the struggle lays 

Motionless 

 Arrow aimed high to the

Colures round tincture 

Monterey,

Scorched through the last of breath

Her nails curled raw 

The lunula betraying as

We are but half moons

Lonely in Pathos 

A waltz locked inside the darkness of a turtle shell

The memories imbibe

Invoking Zen prayers hidden beneath Jesus' wounds

We watch

Married down to martyrs

Oh,  we of dried seeds and far off lovers

Forgetful of the sky

We make holiness the shims of night fire

Lit and kicked by fools and fear

Illume our lives into the miles of ember

"Yet the very essence returns to the womb of innocence" , says she

Dancing over her clover gowned ridge

“All things are fed from blush…every

    hunter in skin by skin grasps at the sheet of pervasion ,

Kills 

     then stares as blood pours from the faceless cause"

A ghoul 

feeding from the footnotes of our final walk

Legless

Yet suffering in bone

The glass message bottled

The siren of violent sea calling

Longitudes of Latin grace

Wild minds 

  turning tide into lung

Bleached and drowned in Athena stung...

On the mirror of Madon she swims 

  Clouded we look into the cold curves of her weeping back

warm in birthing spine

  Young the blades of sway give her balance

But to know her as SHE knows her ivory fate

Combing us gently

     with brush handled madness

Skeletal rat posed

Castles 

   of varicosed walls

Milking from the cover of an old buried jar

Now hung in the bowery of memory

No more seeds

Awake in hardened ground

Nor crows to wing our ears

Only the whirl turned wheel

Reeling out from the Taraxacum wine

Oh, you of resurrect candle 

Dripped in dust

Soul stitched casual

In spirit licking the tears from her finger

Churning the silk into sand

Blind, poor child    

 defined as glitch...

We are death from a paper cut

Shepherds of mutton fat 

skimmed 

A sloth horizon

Maidens of make-up 

Staring into the windows of mannequin 

Pictures torn from the soul of porn fingered prophesy

Reality rising from the eclectic eye pod phone

Rain,

Let not this world be drowned down to numb

Give us fins of width

A home blown of ocean salt

Sails

Fashioned and cradled in usefulness 

Like anger

Felled with “odd” and forcedly tattooed

Caribbean ridden mast

The belly pierced through Everyman

Hope needs death

 

And now stands our past 

wept 

as it weeds out through doorway 

    where so amply the fake of stumble we cross in emotion 

And as you swallow bitter vile of age

The memory lingers

The pierce of evermore

          As once you were soft and wise

 A silver stream 

Waded in continent world

Pouring in constancy

As once

 you imagined

We were falling into freedom

   Retina 

brave as cold rain

Author's Note

WIP

Reviews

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Are we still WIP-ping this? I thought I might go back to the beginning but there was just a tiny piece of scrap left and the only word I could make out was wine. So here I am, somewhere in the middle, remembering my sweet sister Emily and beginning yet again. I have always been a bad student and face the doom of repeat. BUT I do learn something new each time, so there is that:)

[Perdition]

I remember as well..believe it or not ...No I think this...Hold on!..;p...You know we all go through challenging periods where the wall hits us and we have to just keep pounding at a door. This was written with one stroke of the pen so why...why would I change it now....Unless?..lol. You are long time writer and friend so invent a new door already! Write the death of sunlight or the Veins in your front lawn...Make a one line poem out of scraps of old history books..Whatever it takes to get the wheels rolling again...you have haven't you,,,d****t! Chicken? It's Popeye's. ;)

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Is this the end or shall we begin again with my Emily, oh dear sweet Emily.. staring up from the stone.

[Perdition]

Perhaps a resurrection then or dare we say she has served her cause and deserves her ever in evermore?'

[Priscilla Sayers]

Sorrow. Bitter sweet as knowledge pours, drips, saturates...
Torrential down pours beseeching the blind to see within the realm of metaphors as the ink becomes the blood, the words covering unhealed wounds with salt...
A masterpiece to be savored. Each line a new understanding revealed.

[Alisa Js]

P.s. I meant to say grasp......

[Alisa Js]

There are those certain ones among us who have a way with expressions from the soul. Their expressions are such they catch you all at once, as in a great cosmic gasp.

Messages from within begin to appear, becoming more apparent each time you stop to relish them...

... shimmering between the words penned.

The striking imagery contained slaps against the emotional content resulting in a kaleidoscope of sensations that it leaves this reader breathless, but only in the best way!!!

Extraordinarily done, you!!!

Catch up soon,

Alisa ;-)

[Alisa Js]

Hello again from across the way,

I have read this one and am contemplating how to verbalize my response.

"I'll be back"....

lol

alisa ;-)

[Talal Hussain]

Great job...nicely composed :-)

[Little Whisper]

This is as it should be.... Here.

[Perdition]

FINALLY!!!.....maybe.