Undersides

[CHOMAT]

Staring through the luring surface
Agitated by the past-drowned
At some similar, yet fresh face
I groped for an uncertain ground

Rising up through cruel, bitter ends
Startled by being given stolen wings
The man cries over baffled friends
He was bruised by fiendish stings

Half choked, haply the soul chill
Will rouse the long forlorn dreams
Half wheezing, whiny, I lie still
Inside, the boy burns and steams

Into a whirl, I find myself dragged away
Cuddled within yesterday's tides
I have no choice but yonder to stay
And witness my darkest undersides

 

[CHOMAT]

A lift

Lost the long afternoons
lingering under the limetree
my heart -subdued -swoons
a leaf has unleashed it free

Flickers of fear lest I might fail
to recover this state of oblivion
Amazing and misty seas we sail
I, in the lee of her lips ,on a galleon

Soon , the eye hails holy stretches of a land
promising uncanny encounters, ugly creatures
still born , half-closed by the shuffle of a hand
my lids caress vanishing beasts of pleasures

Lost and gone the darkest of her nights
walking wide-awake before wasted dreams
Her heart swindled me out of my lights
I'm strapped to crepuscular screams

 

[CHOMAT]

so easy

Running scudding clouds
Droning draining crowds.
Feel cosy, think so easy,
Cotton-wool, coolly witty

The slight slim slow flow
follows my thoughts flight low,
tickling, tweaking turns
the sky's beauty burns

I rise on horrid rides
Bravely breaking tides.
I venture vainly
To fall off faintly

Surely, the Child should eye
Should I ? above the serene sky.
To drift in disgraced altitude
And nail my sins on solitude.

 

[CHOMAT]

A true game

As a hunter on the watch
I spy every single spark
Human enough to catch
Cruel, rough, it rips the darks

Long and trying is the road
For those who deign to kiss
The holy frog clad in a toad
Burnt eyes are not a bliss

Be lenient with the blind
Put your pure hand on him
Like vibrant worms that wind
Deadly, your heart will dim

As a new hunter at truce
I smell strange scents around
Free my mind from a noose
Set me for another hound

 

[CHOMAT]

Re: A true game

As a hunter on the watch
I spy every single spark
Human enough to catch
Cruel, rough, it rips the dark

Long and trying is the road
For those who deign to kiss
The holy frog clad in a toad
Burnt eyes are not a bliss

Be lenient with the blind
Put your pure hand on him
Like vibrant worms that wind
Deadly, your heart will dim

As a new hunter at truce
I smell strange scents around
Free my mind from a noose
Set me for another hound

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[bianca]

Re: A true game

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