Friday, July 07, 2006

Red Eyes, Yellow Tears

Marching virgins in unbroken ranks
Unmatched in purity
Onward move their garrisons
Flagstaff at full and proud
Piousness waves high
Boots of chastity trample grains of sand
Soft eyes with adamant innocence
Armed with halos and wings

Huddled devils
Cramped gothic corners
Shadowed by sinister good-intentions
Lonely and jealous is their misery
Accompanied by perverse proclivities
Inwardly twisted and outwardly projected
Armed with lies

Common-man, subtle and confused
Contemporary prehistoric modernity
Disquieted human raging
Talking with dueling faces
He naps through his days’ steps
The everyman, I am
The prophet is the common-man
No common-man, is the everyman
Unwise wisdom claims genius
Armed with narcissism, he speaks

The fiery and her angel
In judgment sits her lover
Her rooster crows at night
Blasted inward, digested, projected
At attention, erected anger
Timid giant, ashamed and now so small

Yellow-tailed angel
Golden savior
Her love weeps an ocean of blue
Its ears have been synched
Even perfect gifts from heaven
Make mistakes
Forgiveness is divine
Apologies are sometimes sincere


Blogger Stephen Bess said...

That's a really beautiful piece!! Fantastic writing!

9:36 AM, July 11, 2006  
Blogger dragonfly of the night said...

The imagery in your poem is very expressive.

The final verses end perfect the poem,like finding inner peace after long torments.

1:13 AM, July 13, 2006  
Blogger Just Some Gal said...

This is very beautiful...

I live with this...

"Common-man, subtle and confused
Contemporary prehistoric modernity
Disquieted human raging
Talking with dueling faces"

Thank you for sharing this aspect of yourself with us Nos.

1:34 AM, July 14, 2006  
Blogger urban butterfly said...

Another great poem...

6:57 PM, July 14, 2006  
Blogger JD_Janelle said...

Okay, so i think I just interpreted this poem...probably the wrong way. But the part about sitting in judgment and such had me thinking... ANywho, today I read it for the second time because the first time it was kind of a blur. This time a felt a connection with it, though probably not the one the author intended. I like

10:27 PM, July 16, 2006  
Blogger urban butterfly said...

Ok, Sir...I'm waiting to read some more of your poetry!! lol =)

6:03 AM, July 20, 2006  
Blogger Enemy of the Republic said...

Do you want to join our poetry/art blog Spilled to Bloodlessness or have I already asked you? If so, email me and the invite is yours.

6:50 PM, July 29, 2006  

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