Monday, 5 December 2011

04 12 11 - Eyes Sharp Like Shrapnel

 This is a Poem I improvised yesterday for a guest blog on Arjuns blog along with this A2 marker pen Doodle


My Guest post on the Brush banging \,,/ - Poems and Drawings Blog

Eyes Sharp like Shrapnel,

I saw the dew,

there was the feedback,

between your trusted Empty interior,

I felt for the cavity,

A Stare, a causal glance,

a trial by fire,

to tear free,

and then a chance,

yet thoughts like scribbling,

They feed from the heavens,

After they rain down in Finish,

below we grasp at shards,

reaching for metallic feelings,

Sipping on the Juices of the Void,

A empty sentence,

a walk in a direction,

a meaningless exchange,

a sense of regret,

a freedom so revealing,

Peace in the sky,

bring forward the emptiness,

the blinding of light,

twins though crippled,

fire comes from there hands,

Eyes like Shrapnel

Eyes like Shrapnel,

Eyes like Shrapnel

Eyes like Shrapnel

Eyes like Shrapnel..............

First poem in over a Decade written abstractly than the order shifted a little whilst listening to a Silver Mount Zion
Frank Louis Allen 17.36 GMT 03-12-11

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