tripping through the desert
seeking thy wellspring of life
in your path
I carry the staff of seed
wellspring of thou
guided by thy loving lips
shall be done
this will be until ambrosia
springs forth
to allow the staff ingress
until thine nectar flows sweetly
thunder in thine valley
your valley shall quake
your valley shall
bear joy
as arms entwined
as your wellspring grips
as seed is planted
smiles appear all over thee
Steve Scialli 3/24/2019
T.Kahuana Press
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The days pass
deep into streams of nonchalant stares
quenching thirst
when you’re not there.
Feel my surge
of wanton joy,
don’t expect a merciful sigh
rush of flesh
through life’s sweet mesh.
Tales of succubus
of sirens scream
whence forth they dream,
mortal sin
tears tainted skin
bone
for this we own
the unholy robe.
Come my love,
prance to the gates
predestined
every males
fate
to the one
only you love
to hate.
Scattering reflections
seal the feet in
concrete sands of time.
Stumbling forward
i collapse
into the puddle
of my crimson copper tears.
Sliding with cloudy mists
stealing my fears
of years.
Supple is their grasp
pulling body in tow
to immortality
below.
Crawling on
sediment thick,
layered,
emotions on hold
a split second
love cherished
disappears
deep
into crevices
worth their weight in gold.
Never seen
they slither away,
coming back to haunt
another dark day. †††
Tear drops on my page.
Never seen by others.
Hidden from view.
My page covered in tears.
My eyes now empty.
There are tear drops on my page.
My emotion I bottled up.
The mask I have is well made.
Yet there are tears on my page.
I hide my words.
Hide my thoughts.
Hide my pain.
My bottle overflows.
The pain leaks out.
There are teardrops on my page.
Going.
Going
Gone…
Gone from where.
From this mortal existence?
Gone from my heart?
Gone from this location?
Going
going
Gone..
Not gone from my heart.
Not gone from my memory.
Not gone from me.
Going.
Going.
Gone.
But still here.
Tear drops on my page.
Never seen by others.
Hidden from view.
My page covered in tears.
My eyes now empty.
There are tear drops on my page.
My emotion I bottled up.
The mask I have is well made.
Yet there are tears on my page.
I hide my words.
Hide my thoughts.
Hide my pain.
My bottle overflows.
The pain leaks out.
There are teardrops on my page.
My secret book.
No one else may look.
Deep inside.
To what writings I try to hide.
My black book.
Hidden in a secret nook.
Hiding my soul from the light.
The cover like my soul, black as night
My book is my secret life.
The time I escape my strife.
My look is calm and at ease.
Just so long as no one sees.
My little book.
Where no one should ever look.
Welcome my Dark one
Tear drops on my page.
Never seen by others.
Hidden from view.
My page covered in tears.
My eyes now empty.
There are tear drops on my page.
My emotion I bottled up.
The mask I have is well made.
Yet there are tears on my page.
I hide my words.
Hide my thoughts.
Hide my pain.
My bottle overflows.
The pain leaks out.
There are teardrops on my page.