Post by thefleetsin on Aug 11, 2017 0:40:05 GMT
the earth moved
he straddles every heart he eclipses.
like hercules
riding
or
diogenes flying,
to close to your sons and daughters.
he slaughters
hearts
as if
they were charts where
darts were flung.
smiling
as if the sun
were
asking him
permission to shine.
as close as we come to divine.
we are inclined
to
glorify his kind.
for beauty
is
a wailing wall
seen by
even the stone cold blind.
sjw 08/10/17 inspired at this very moment in time by one of my one hundred: anthony.
from the 'beauty series' of poems
he straddles every heart he eclipses.
like hercules
riding
or
diogenes flying,
to close to your sons and daughters.
he slaughters
hearts
as if
they were charts where
darts were flung.
smiling
as if the sun
were
asking him
permission to shine.
as close as we come to divine.
we are inclined
to
glorify his kind.
for beauty
is
a wailing wall
seen by
even the stone cold blind.
sjw 08/10/17 inspired at this very moment in time by one of my one hundred: anthony.
from the 'beauty series' of poems
