pushing the will of irresolute men back
a gust of wind stirs my thoughts
a dagger of trees corrupts my path
dirty black sister please wait with me
bawl at the mystery show
holler with the angry nag
a slow gray eye paints the sky
windows imitate the morning glow
a clement gypsy shelters the way
as the truculent clamor for redemption
the unaffected waver their praise
letting go of the noose for another day
a gust of wind stirs my thoughts
a dagger of trees corrupts my path
dirty black sister please wait with me
bawl at the mystery show
holler with the angry nag
a slow gray eye paints the sky
windows imitate the morning glow
a clement gypsy shelters the way
as the truculent clamor for redemption
the unaffected waver their praise
letting go of the noose for another day
5 comments:
alright, poetry!
Ye ain't from 'round these parts, are ye?
I wanna hear more about the dirty black sister...
pure awesome power in those words. irresolute, I love it.
pyrotechnic!
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