by Joanna Maharis

Created on: August 07, 2008

A house is a drifting shadow from which man may revise his lofty head. Showers bleed through crusty walls where a child's soul is butchered by his captor. Elated windows emit fire that burns through time's curtains where the crying rain drinks his own tearful melodies. I dream into your elastic corpse, and let the ways of serenading rivers kiss away ruffled flesh that once burned in the mirror of my own inferno. Dance into this hallow brigade, and thunder shall crash on top of eclectic souls who peer into your frothy waters. I then embrace my sandy walls who speak to me in ancient tongues. "Come with me, you broken down drone,and I will whisk you into drafty nights that sing to your fading soul. Watch over you basoon spirit and get lost in the mind of heavenly delight."

I tread on broken arrows and stolen prayers, while clinging to my fleshy visions. Shivering waters cry into the collic base of my steamy spirit. I then respond to the souls of the damned. "I am not the foolish one who will wait for your misty eyes to seduce my ruptured soul. Come to candir roads yet to be driven, and cobwebs shall dance on top of your frozen minds. But your angry tower will not crash down upon me. For I will dismember each piece with my faithful fists. I will call out to my army of angels to encircle my spinning body, and devour beastly woes that haunt my icy veins."
This morning I woke up with fire in my eyes, breathing silently, drifting off to visions of my golden steed. Our dreams have now become one body of this saintly dance. My tongue is the flaming beast. I am corroded within your soulful tears. Languished hours of my earthly demise glides into embalmnent of ceramic minds. Christened my last breath with the body of Christ. Let him walk through when I am all alone, laying on top of angry blades. Shiver me no more, you cowardly storm that rattles my soul with violent hands. I am not of your delight. For I have become one isolated stream to cleanse your bleeding spirit. But I will perform restless deeds within my own reform. For I shall conquor the delightful ways of marvel worlds yet to be touched by your unlawful esteem; yet, when the crying rain of dawn surrenders unto your lordly tresses, the beast shall awaken with the stoned touch from my willful light.
Listlessly, I swim through your turbulent body. For I have become the mass that connects each boundary to the outer limits. Stop frigid moons from licking up your tainted moons. Steel minds, forge your destiny. You are my table from which I consume this holistic meal. I am now the wine that surges through earthly veins, but your frothy fountain continues to pour milky waters into bold lungs of shouting trees. For I shall no longer reside within rotten floors whose soul has been stripped away from its base. Your heart dances with thunder; yet, I will never let you peel away crusty layers of my bloated spirit.

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