Pull the weeds deep inside my wrists,
a mark of mercy from thine pale lips.
A spirling disk within my eyes,
Painting the stars black and white,
& pray to the headless statue of gold,
Its symbol currently unknown.
Silver platters,
For years to come.
A gift presented,
For the divine.
Walk on time,
Time's white withering roses,
Stuck in a loop of shapeless cries.
Cities crumble beneath his full belly,
Burning our skin in a storm of fire.
Sweet wine,
Crispy bread,
Hidden behind a board of gravel.
Blinded by sovereignty,
Cannot climb out,
Thickness holds my leg.
A tug of justice?
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Poetry"The universe kissed the stars, who birthed a galaxy of new beginnings." The only way to express beautiful and cynical thoughts is through the delightful invention of simple, and yet complex, poetry. My poems never end, have no defined theme and st...
