TacoMann
Just a sweet transvestite
A collection and mish mash of various poems I'm not too ashamed of, spawned from my sleep deprived mind.
Color:
Dagon:
Mad!:
Color:
When the hours right,
light.
Singular in color, flawless in shape.
All encompassing.
Bright.
But not blinding.
Binding.
But not to the eye, to the mind!
Ripe!
Blue.
The earliest morning is blue.
Blue. Clear. Crisp. Uncaring.
Beautiful, all-coating blue.
True blue. Not sorrow blue.
All light of sun's rise is true.
Blue as blue. Gorgeous in hue.
Tired, soft, sluggish, meditating.
Blue.
Pink.
Earliest evening, vibrant pink.
Pink. Clear. Crisp. Taunting.
Sensual, all-caressing pink.
True pink. Not bloody pink.
All light of sun's set I'd think.
Pink as pink. Brilliance at brink.
Playful, loving, teasing, enthralling.
Pink.
light.
Singular in color, flawless in shape.
All encompassing.
Bright.
But not blinding.
Binding.
But not to the eye, to the mind!
Ripe!
Blue.
The earliest morning is blue.
Blue. Clear. Crisp. Uncaring.
Beautiful, all-coating blue.
True blue. Not sorrow blue.
All light of sun's rise is true.
Blue as blue. Gorgeous in hue.
Tired, soft, sluggish, meditating.
Blue.
Pink.
Earliest evening, vibrant pink.
Pink. Clear. Crisp. Taunting.
Sensual, all-caressing pink.
True pink. Not bloody pink.
All light of sun's set I'd think.
Pink as pink. Brilliance at brink.
Playful, loving, teasing, enthralling.
Pink.
I have often dreamt, nay, fear'd I'd be:
swept by a great wave, out to sea.
Dragged silent screaming to the blackest depth,
where even god could draw no breath.
And face to face, there, I would be,
with the dreaming corpse of a great horrid He.
And as I dreamt of the beast, I dreamt it dreamed of me.
And shuddered when I woke, for what worse thought could there be?
swept by a great wave, out to sea.
Dragged silent screaming to the blackest depth,
where even god could draw no breath.
And face to face, there, I would be,
with the dreaming corpse of a great horrid He.
And as I dreamt of the beast, I dreamt it dreamed of me.
And shuddered when I woke, for what worse thought could there be?
Sleepless, mad, RAVING, I'd say!
Galavanting around,
half-dressed, half-alive, half-sane.
Backwards bastard haikus!
A mad man sits typing away.
roams rutted 'round table.
A mad man? An artist, I'd say!
Crazy! Barking! Barmy!
Completely and utterly scattered!
Struck! Smitten! Lost!
Inspired!
Mad!
Writings of Color, of Mythos!
Of Ancient Horrors,
of lost Dreams!
Writings of Broken hearts,
forgetten songs,
Madness,
Ramblings,
Writings,
Writings of Writings!
Writings of Writings of Writings,
writings amongst writings!
Of writings written of writings of written writtings!
Inspiration!
Madness!
Galavanting around,
half-dressed, half-alive, half-sane.
Backwards bastard haikus!
A mad man sits typing away.
roams rutted 'round table.
A mad man? An artist, I'd say!
Crazy! Barking! Barmy!
Completely and utterly scattered!
Struck! Smitten! Lost!
Inspired!
Mad!
Writings of Color, of Mythos!
Of Ancient Horrors,
of lost Dreams!
Writings of Broken hearts,
forgetten songs,
Madness,
Ramblings,
Writings,
Writings of Writings!
Writings of Writings of Writings,
writings amongst writings!
Of writings written of writings of written writtings!
Inspiration!
Madness!
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