by Vassago

Created on: February 18, 2007   Last Updated: May 14, 2007

-Lift-

Appetite sunrise one cold winter
Morn, frosty blooms blink to
New light, basking in 6:45 a.m.
Rays, tender petals swoon
Against each other in brisk
Windy wake ups, and the cats
Yawn at the foot of warm linens.

Glorious is the morning frost bite
On yonder window, making oval
Shaped transparencies for children
Without coffee grind smiles.
There is an aura of a different

Day peaking at tired eyes

From hiding in midnight dwellings
Doth the nocturnal butterfly
Breeze a fresh set of wings,
An in amazement tastes the
Morning dew with a chameleon
Carpeted tongue, consensus for
Daily schedule, grin at a routine
Difference, grin at the casual way
Others treat the lives of their
Peers in routine.

Dawn is dead, and it is mid day
Summer four o'clock shadow,
Night is but a smoker's uninhibited
Breathe away, time to brush
Away, away, away, the day's
Grime and grit from nicotine
Coffee bit teeth, stained and
Hallowed grounds of oral
Battlefields, an introvert's nightmare
of an extrovert's dream, but dreaming
Nonetheless, Sleeping on sex soaked
Sheets, bleeding a cold sweat of
Fly paper and sugar water, shhhh
"Hush little baby, don't say a word "
Fading far into fearless foreign catacombs,
Far into a blinding full moon, Bleeding
For the harvest, back breaking
Gathering of shadows, shoulders
Slumped by the weight of the world,
"For the weight of the world is love"
A weight lifted by the wings, of a
Somber, sober, humble, servant
Sometimes called an angel, but
Commonly called a muse.

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