Photo by C.Kennedy Garret.
undress one piece
at a time
for having my words
stroking your weary mind.
Fruit
Provided from Orli's Blog.
cut the tree,
pick the fruits.
all the ones,
whether they dropped
or jumped...
leave the bruised ones
on the ground,
so more trees may grow
from the beasts
that can never be found.
in a way,
generations rise
on the omitted wounds.
Mine
Michael Donovan for Vision China, September 2011
What blushed you is your blood
Coming through your veins
Rooted in your heart
Which is in my hand so I pumped
INRI
Iēsus Nazarēnus, Rēx Iūdaeōrum
the tree has the seeds in a rotten fruit
lazarus has risen but death was his need
jesus was bleeding when the scream has reached
obedience leads you through the painful faith
Illusion
i catch the sparks.
it's my illusion,
as if i can see
the lucid
and the ferocious
consciousness
of the ones
in their bright eyes.
Vocal Descent
A scene from the music video Blow Your Trumpets Gabriel by Behemoth.
your
ears
hear
to
heal
the
timid
ill.
your
fear
is
the
gear
from
eden's
hill
down to
hell.
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