Submissions by Dr_Blackmoore
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Of Stars And Clay
An old hermit peers into the distant past
He sews the seam of time
With each stitch his fingers begin to bleed
His blood spills from the rocks and into the mouths of two starving children
They melt into the soil
Two flowers sprout up in their place
The sky opens up, revealing a sleeping giant
Weeping fauns lie beside the still waters
German...
Tape...worms
Greek...
Spinning wheel...
He sews the seam of time
With each stitch his fingers begin to bleed
His blood spills from the rocks and into the mouths of two starving children
They melt into the soil
Two flowers sprout up in their place
The sky opens up, revealing a sleeping giant
Weeping fauns lie beside the still waters
German...
Tape...worms
Greek...
Spinning wheel...
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China Dolls
We spit into the hat of the olive toad;
Taken from the belly of a dead botanist
Porcelain china dolls painted sombre orange;
The color of my eyes reflected in my soul
My mind is a radio
Little bugs inside my heart sing show tunes
My mind is a vacuum
Artists vomit on babies to sicken the masses
Taken from the belly of a dead botanist
Porcelain china dolls painted sombre orange;
The color of my eyes reflected in my soul
My mind is a radio
Little bugs inside my heart sing show tunes
My mind is a vacuum
Artists vomit on babies to sicken the masses
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Skies Of Violet
We swim through a sea of bricks
We tread lightly across the feet of spring
Grasping tightly onto the curtails of a German speaking cockroach
Masquerading as a butler
We dance upon the skeletal remains of the cricket wearing a back-brace
We kiss the blood laden sand;
Blow stars into the heavens
Under the radiant half-eaten sky lies the shattered remnants of my pleasure
We tiptoe graciously around the mismatched socks of the headless rabbit
As he lay sleeping under the broken stars of dawn
We tread lightly across the feet of spring
Grasping tightly onto the curtails of a German speaking cockroach
Masquerading as a butler
We dance upon the skeletal remains of the cricket wearing a back-brace
We kiss the blood laden sand;
Blow stars into the heavens
Under the radiant half-eaten sky lies the shattered remnants of my pleasure
We tiptoe graciously around the mismatched socks of the headless rabbit
As he lay sleeping under the broken stars of dawn
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Decomposition
Lying in this thick vegetation;
Slowly decomposing
Waiting for a call from the heavens
No answer comes
My patience grows thin
Oh well, I guess I'll just lie here and waste away
My starving soul cries out to be fed
Cries out to be comforted
Cries out to feel alive
Slowly decomposing
Waiting for a call from the heavens
No answer comes
My patience grows thin
Oh well, I guess I'll just lie here and waste away
My starving soul cries out to be fed
Cries out to be comforted
Cries out to feel alive
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Black Mass
Born again;
Only to find that what you thought was lost was right in front of your eyes
Cloaked in a guise of mortality
Sent to preach salvation
A little girl lies helpless;
Drenched in the blood of her ancestors
Condemned to suffer
A man clothed in robes of black;
Sent to preach destruction
Deceiver of man
Cloaked in a guise of morality
Arctic spring;
December
Only to find that what you thought was lost was right in front of your eyes
Cloaked in a guise of mortality
Sent to preach salvation
A little girl lies helpless;
Drenched in the blood of her ancestors
Condemned to suffer
A man clothed in robes of black;
Sent to preach destruction
Deceiver of man
Cloaked in a guise of morality
Arctic spring;
December
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