Circle of Life

by Nix   Sep 28, 2008


On a tea party of the ghosts
the moon separates trees on two,
while they drink mementos of life's substance
insatiably.

Skeleton of fire bestows duplex whisper
which evolved into a scream after thousand years.

And on the feast of the living, senses,
bonded for each spoken word by vitreous voices,
intumesce, together with delusions.

Resin holds us outside of the graves
yet, indirectly, it is an executor,
because every existence wanders
through the complex structures
until the dawn when it will stop.

Circle of life brings wind and the sun
intersected into bonfire which lays within every heart.
Staring in kaleidoscope built with letters and wet earth
we will observe hemorrhage of each color.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    "Circle of life brings wind and the sun
    intersected into bonfire which lays within every heart.
    Staring in kaleidoscope built with letters and wet earth
    we will observe hemorrhage of each color."

    Beautifully written, and this has such a deep meaning hidden within. Nice work, very captivating work here. 5/5 from me, take care. Keep writing, always and forever...

  • 17 years ago

    by Cooper

    Whoo! New poem ...
    Well, I'm definitely finding this piece very unique, as usual ... but under the cover of being unique, your poems - this one specifically - illustrates a brilliant meaning.

    "Resin holds us outside of the graves
    yet, indirectly, it is an executor,
    because every existence wanders
    through the complex structures
    until the dawn when it will stop."

    Well spoken, my friend. Well spoken.

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