posted November 13, 2007 09:34 AM
This is an old one (3 years ago) I had forgotten about.
An alternate title could be ~
"Whiskey, The Doors movie & post-partum depression" Funny how some quiet moments, no matter how uneventful, stay with us.
God, I remember that night.
Realing
There is No room for Souls
on this Earth.
Only vacancy for skeletons
glowing in vacuous splendor.
Tame the Heart.
Drive it Deep Within.
Until Death EmBraced
metamorphosises the Will.
Heighten the Senses.
Seek
the Desert of the Awakened.
Seek
the Darkest night of the droving Dove.
Seek
Exits
Flashing.
Seek
No where
and
No
One.
Space is Black.
Devoid of Sound.
The Eve of your Birth
Mother
only ever Surround.
Who is Mother
in this Deepest Space?
Who claims Fatherhood
to this InHuman Race?
Carousels Whirling...
Remember?
Times of the Worthiness
of the Spinning of Dreams.
Times of Wakefullness and Wonder...
Skimming Reptile Fringe.
Assertions
Assimilations
Affirmations
All Angles we foreswearingly Besiege.
Yet
Always Remains
the Dark Night of the Dove.
Always
Remains
the Pain
we've empowered to Grieve.