Body and Mind

I see the ripples in turbid streams
Seething beneath the umbrella-green.
Grins my mind in mellow sun-beam
Lilly beams.

My youthful umbrella-green..

It's mild tremor in afternoon-haze
Paints a skinny shiver of my daze
As its lousy abdomen boldly conceives
Swirling turbid of dusk and haze.
Like dreams passing by
Like grim cloud-lets floating sporadically
In somber gray sky.

As I drool over salted jujubes and taste the high..

And lone as a dying soldier,
My squeamish torso wistfully shivers,
The twilight breeze gently whispers
Kissing my kiddish lips that quiver.

The morning-sparrow-chirps soar high and high..

My visions keep slithering in somber gray sky..

Deep beneath, wails the turbid womb-
A cradle of lies..
Purple flies...

Reviews

[E.H. Monroe]

S**t yeah. Take thi stwist you horrid thing! Pow.

There is a promising opening with visuals of a care free motion. The colors are even apparent of this. and so is the age of a youthful green umbrella. Then something wicked your way comes and creates the dark greys and purple fucked up flies that try and masquerade as the golden day.
even the bords lift higher over the storm.

Right O man. The fall after the major lift always gives you the runs yeah?

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

From the depths of caverns deep, this nearly made me weep...great imagery!
Light,
Siddartha

[Nobody.]

Interesting flow...I like it. Very dark and thoughtful...very well written in my humble opinion. I'll be back for more.
cheers!

[Ruth]

Seems all is lost, buried, hidden and the the rot underneathb the surface!
xx