Scottish Highlands,CoffeeCrush,Musical Dreams

Friday, April 30, 2010
Render Exhibition..
Stories of foul murder play,
In the hearts of towns built in dismay,
Conquered in stealth and unbridled dread,
She smiled and talked of ancient heads,
Locked within vaults of oceanic tread,
Sounds of a blistering blaze grew,
In the summer of an autumn noon,
Arose from within monsters of the sea,
In promises of unearthly heap,
Making their way in trysts so steep,
Rising to tell stories with of no heed,
Of men who traded for the worldly seas,
Of conquests, bequests and unworldly pleas,
The horizon drew in a reddening streak,
Marvels fell to the earth so deep,
An end to the worst of mystiques veiled,
Her eyes unveiled before christening a dream..
posted by bereaved vendetta @ 6:28 AM   7 comments
Monday, April 19, 2010
Cherish lazy afternoons...An attempt at nothingness...
No, the funny thing was not the settee,
That was beside the mint fish tea,
Malaysian coffee, no, it was Irish,
Poured in cups that were Finnish,
There was nothing to sit by,
To complain, I liked only the sky,
The freshly painted ceiling fettered,
Watching the ground black pepper,
It was an attempt at nothingness,
The stark sea and the blue ceiling,
But I tried and tried through heat,
To mix flint glass with fresh meat,
But it recurred, my artwork unfinished,
I dropped on the bed beneath....
posted by bereaved vendetta @ 6:40 AM   3 comments
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