17.10.08

the witch of kalina

she sat there silent..she sat there alone with a scarlet gown drawn up to her knees.
she sat there on the steps outside her house combing her hair with a grace that would have scared the fairies..
her eyes were fixed in a stare at the concrete road outside her house; her long hair neatly split into hues of black and white,fell on either sides of her head.
her hands clasped the comb with a grip to allow of its being grasped more surely in its capacity of a weapon,at the discretion of her spells.
as i walked up to her slowly, she drew the comb out of her shimmery cascade, a kabbalistic demeanor to forewarn anyone.
i,shrouded in my druids, walked with an assumed disposition of not knowing fear.
i walked with time frozen and black in and around me.
as i approached her, with alveolus burning between my fingers, held tightly by a device that only died by every passing moment, she passed a look that only ornamented her dead grace.
she looked straight into me while i looked through her,the witch of kalina..
i had no fear for i didn't have a heart..

1.10.08

sodium

in essence, this piece looks incomplete to me. anyhow it was random and i didn't feel the urge to write further.

greed runs through the frown..
agreed that we are to drown,
a sense of happiness shrouds..
this place sinks down to the floor.

i'd eat the sodium off your mouth
before you open your eyes..
fill your lungs with hope,
before you open your eyes..

the bed changes and we are born,
the sky merges with the ground..
breathe, so inebriated in our gowns,
dance on seabed till we drown.

we would leave before the sky
merges with the ground..
wash our passions with blood,
sodium, i'd eat it off your mouth.
our feelings ebbed to the ground,
the names written in sand.
this ground would scream our names aloud..