Empty on the Reef Line by A-R-Glasgow, literature
Literature
Empty on the Reef Line
Sometimes the sun seems so far away
Distant and severed just like today
Steel cage clouds hold my spirit down
The sky like an open wound, infected
Pours pain on the lonely of heart
And distain on the lost, lacking of will
The cadence of a barrage of waves
Cleaves sections of hope from my soul
And I am left empty in the reef line
And then, beneath a leavened watery sky
We all can live in our faceless pretence
Our tears anointed and washed away
Spin a Yarn by A-R-Glasgow, literature
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Spin a Yarn
Spider, Spider spinning a yarn
Weave and loom, forever fine tune
Shape yourself, make yourself,
And wake up yourself with calm
Pull silvery threads through my wounds
Tug all ears and eyes to you for years
From my heart to her heart it zooms,
Spin a yarn & dry symphonies tears
Bring towering to perfection
the silken art of your tension
Leave weft in your intention
Spin a yarn full of invention
Fascinate till all that lay, late
Sway in time and set in motion,
Your future, Your devotion,
To life stories, spin your yarn
In my bourgeois way. by A-R-Glasgow, literature
Literature
In my bourgeois way.
Popular heroes sing the songs
people sing when they're alone
And your angelic voice
leaves me no choice
Be loved by me in my bourgeois way
Receive me on a misfit's holiday
I'll read you poetry
I'm going to always send you my poetry,
my poem to you, this play
You could direct me
to the heart of my convictions
Take hold my tired lover
in seclusion, in the moon time:
Visitations, debts of passion; apparitions
As substantial as a Brave or soil or buffalo.
Meeting with the redcoats, they
Brought visions to this shaman.
Soon you drowse. The clouds will leave
A violet sky, a cowl for coming
Moon time in the world. I kiss
your li
We Drink Wellbutrin by A-R-Glasgow, literature
Literature
We Drink Wellbutrin
Poetry is our beloved language.
A literal compulsive regurgitation.
A mindful irritating interpretation.
A lifelong education wrote in turn.
This interview with the dirty mirror
can do naught but bleed the truth
through the eyes of the exquisites
whose souls with poesy do burn.
Fanciful dreams and liquid streams
brought forth and grown languid
in the subtle imagined conscious
of those damaged souls oft spurned.
Can you burn in the bleak night,
frightened by the milky dawn?
Forget the day and come to play
with me in forests of poetic azure.
Candy by A-R-Glasgow, literature
Literature
Candy
I watched you through the dirty window
And listened to what you had to say
I loved you then my darling
And I felt no need to pray
And when I just kissed your lips
I felt the world stop its turn
I love you always darling
My heart will always burn
And when I last held your hand firm
And lay in your precious arms
I am loving you my darling
A prisoner of your charms
My lover I miss your eyes
And the sheen on your skin
I am in love with you my darling
Let my life with you begin
My lover I miss your smile
And the warmth of your skin
Just give me your hand
And let our love begin
Devastated by A-R-Glasgow, literature
Literature
Devastated
Peeking around a cumulous corner
And radiating in glowing beauty
The visage and carapace of love
Sun kissed face in a field of daises
Your glowing hair caught in a breeze
Furiously flying in mute astral agony
Sinks my eyes deep in vino di vici
Sun kissed lips in a field of daises
I watch you float through these lines
My arms and chest ache for embrace
Warmed by your eyes and solemn smile
Sun kissed cheeks in a field of daises
Quickly, think about the nature of urgency
The furious flames engulfing my ardour
I am being burned by the fires I stoked
Sun kissed eyes in a field of daises
A Raven Song by A-R-Glasgow, literature
Literature
A Raven Song
I dreamt of being rescued
from this stony precipice,
by the kindest of the kind,
with beauty words can't define
an Angel for my troubled needs...
Instead I find myself
Bound,lifted and dragged
by unkind Ravens, all equally black,
beaks bloody from ripping my wounds,
feasting on my tortured self
desolate in the mirror...
I find myself
standing, waiting here
in the corridors of night obscured
between layers of waking
and dreaming, waiting mute
and motionless, waiting
for the nothingness to find me
as I crouch stone-faced
by the precipice conjuring
visions like a mystic listening,
envisioning . . .
An unkindness of Raven
My Truth and Life by A-R-Glasgow, literature
Literature
My Truth and Life
Will you hold me, mould me
as clay?
Consume me till you are fulfilled?
I would hold you so that you would sigh
of home
In me, in you, beyond such beauty
The heavens have lost an angel
on earth
It's timeless spin, dwindles to nothing
Let it stop, all be still for this
moment
for you are mine and I am yours
Our skin feeds life so that it might rest
air a sigh, fire our heat
earth is touch & water ebbs
know this body
with plentiful embrace
If I strip bare my contours
reveal to you the fragile pulse
open to you what I have denied heavens
will you know me, hear me, guide me, teach me?
Do not shortcut, nor stream
I am waiting
Reflected in a Raven's wing by A-R-Glasgow, literature
Literature
Reflected in a Raven's wing
My time struck midnight
So many sorrowful years ago
And I was flung from comfort
Strewn forth from warm bosom
And love stripped from my heart
You allowed me to softly step aside,
To walk down an off street alley,
To not know either moon nor sun
And released me from this folly
Took me back to where I had begun
We are members of the dawn thrust
Awake please and loosen your dreams
Stroke the chagrin of your lust
And handle your gentle emotion
With the smoothest endeavour
Do the stars only shine for you?
And can they glisten in your eyes
Without my honest apparition
And hopeless flaccid fornication
In your honour and my endeav
Black Star by A-R-Glasgow, literature
Literature
Black Star
For the longest time I stared
Into your unblinking eye
Your beautiful eye
My black star,
shining bright
And I spoke to you,
and started to drown
Lost, languid and loving
Lost deep and drowning
For you my black star,
blinding so bright
I am drowned in you
Soaked to the rigid bone
At the centre of my bleeding heart
Soaked with the love for you
My black star,
my wonderment,
my Pandora,
my Salome.
I died last night,
died and was reborn
With clarity and absconded sense
I died in love
With you my black star,
my angel with obsidian eyes
A small death for you
A sacrifice of the heart
A suicide formed of madness
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Empty on the Reef Line by A-R-Glasgow, literature
Literature
Empty on the Reef Line
Sometimes the sun seems so far away
Distant and severed just like today
Steel cage clouds hold my spirit down
The sky like an open wound, infected
Pours pain on the lonely of heart
And distain on the lost, lacking of will
The cadence of a barrage of waves
Cleaves sections of hope from my soul
And I am left empty in the reef line
And then, beneath a leavened watery sky
We all can live in our faceless pretence
Our tears anointed and washed away
Spin a Yarn by A-R-Glasgow, literature
Literature
Spin a Yarn
Spider, Spider spinning a yarn
Weave and loom, forever fine tune
Shape yourself, make yourself,
And wake up yourself with calm
Pull silvery threads through my wounds
Tug all ears and eyes to you for years
From my heart to her heart it zooms,
Spin a yarn & dry symphonies tears
Bring towering to perfection
the silken art of your tension
Leave weft in your intention
Spin a yarn full of invention
Fascinate till all that lay, late
Sway in time and set in motion,
Your future, Your devotion,
To life stories, spin your yarn
In my bourgeois way. by A-R-Glasgow, literature
Literature
In my bourgeois way.
Popular heroes sing the songs
people sing when they're alone
And your angelic voice
leaves me no choice
Be loved by me in my bourgeois way
Receive me on a misfit's holiday
I'll read you poetry
I'm going to always send you my poetry,
my poem to you, this play
You could direct me
to the heart of my convictions
Take hold my tired lover
in seclusion, in the moon time:
Visitations, debts of passion; apparitions
As substantial as a Brave or soil or buffalo.
Meeting with the redcoats, they
Brought visions to this shaman.
Soon you drowse. The clouds will leave
A violet sky, a cowl for coming
Moon time in the world. I kiss
your li
We Drink Wellbutrin by A-R-Glasgow, literature
Literature
We Drink Wellbutrin
Poetry is our beloved language.
A literal compulsive regurgitation.
A mindful irritating interpretation.
A lifelong education wrote in turn.
This interview with the dirty mirror
can do naught but bleed the truth
through the eyes of the exquisites
whose souls with poesy do burn.
Fanciful dreams and liquid streams
brought forth and grown languid
in the subtle imagined conscious
of those damaged souls oft spurned.
Can you burn in the bleak night,
frightened by the milky dawn?
Forget the day and come to play
with me in forests of poetic azure.
Candy by A-R-Glasgow, literature
Literature
Candy
I watched you through the dirty window
And listened to what you had to say
I loved you then my darling
And I felt no need to pray
And when I just kissed your lips
I felt the world stop its turn
I love you always darling
My heart will always burn
And when I last held your hand firm
And lay in your precious arms
I am loving you my darling
A prisoner of your charms
My lover I miss your eyes
And the sheen on your skin
I am in love with you my darling
Let my life with you begin
My lover I miss your smile
And the warmth of your skin
Just give me your hand
And let our love begin
Devastated by A-R-Glasgow, literature
Literature
Devastated
Peeking around a cumulous corner
And radiating in glowing beauty
The visage and carapace of love
Sun kissed face in a field of daises
Your glowing hair caught in a breeze
Furiously flying in mute astral agony
Sinks my eyes deep in vino di vici
Sun kissed lips in a field of daises
I watch you float through these lines
My arms and chest ache for embrace
Warmed by your eyes and solemn smile
Sun kissed cheeks in a field of daises
Quickly, think about the nature of urgency
The furious flames engulfing my ardour
I am being burned by the fires I stoked
Sun kissed eyes in a field of daises
A Raven Song by A-R-Glasgow, literature
Literature
A Raven Song
I dreamt of being rescued
from this stony precipice,
by the kindest of the kind,
with beauty words can't define
an Angel for my troubled needs...
Instead I find myself
Bound,lifted and dragged
by unkind Ravens, all equally black,
beaks bloody from ripping my wounds,
feasting on my tortured self
desolate in the mirror...
I find myself
standing, waiting here
in the corridors of night obscured
between layers of waking
and dreaming, waiting mute
and motionless, waiting
for the nothingness to find me
as I crouch stone-faced
by the precipice conjuring
visions like a mystic listening,
envisioning . . .
An unkindness of Raven
My Truth and Life by A-R-Glasgow, literature
Literature
My Truth and Life
Will you hold me, mould me
as clay?
Consume me till you are fulfilled?
I would hold you so that you would sigh
of home
In me, in you, beyond such beauty
The heavens have lost an angel
on earth
It's timeless spin, dwindles to nothing
Let it stop, all be still for this
moment
for you are mine and I am yours
Our skin feeds life so that it might rest
air a sigh, fire our heat
earth is touch & water ebbs
know this body
with plentiful embrace
If I strip bare my contours
reveal to you the fragile pulse
open to you what I have denied heavens
will you know me, hear me, guide me, teach me?
Do not shortcut, nor stream
I am waiting
Reflected in a Raven's wing by A-R-Glasgow, literature
Literature
Reflected in a Raven's wing
My time struck midnight
So many sorrowful years ago
And I was flung from comfort
Strewn forth from warm bosom
And love stripped from my heart
You allowed me to softly step aside,
To walk down an off street alley,
To not know either moon nor sun
And released me from this folly
Took me back to where I had begun
We are members of the dawn thrust
Awake please and loosen your dreams
Stroke the chagrin of your lust
And handle your gentle emotion
With the smoothest endeavour
Do the stars only shine for you?
And can they glisten in your eyes
Without my honest apparition
And hopeless flaccid fornication
In your honour and my endeav
Black Star by A-R-Glasgow, literature
Literature
Black Star
For the longest time I stared
Into your unblinking eye
Your beautiful eye
My black star,
shining bright
And I spoke to you,
and started to drown
Lost, languid and loving
Lost deep and drowning
For you my black star,
blinding so bright
I am drowned in you
Soaked to the rigid bone
At the centre of my bleeding heart
Soaked with the love for you
My black star,
my wonderment,
my Pandora,
my Salome.
I died last night,
died and was reborn
With clarity and absconded sense
I died in love
With you my black star,
my angel with obsidian eyes
A small death for you
A sacrifice of the heart
A suicide formed of madness
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Boy by Miseria-Cantare, literature
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Boy
Such a pity,
the man-child has finally lost it.
The boy-child has finally dissolved in it.
I wonder when his mother sanitized him from me,
did she scrub away the esteem that held such potential
in his chest?
It's where his heart should have been.
The kernels the heat from my breast never popped
give him gout of the soul-
the poor child has no chance,
when the head harpy is harping on him
to stop licking the butter off his paw-like hands
I left there when I let him touch me.
I have snakes instead of arms,
and jewels instead of toes,
and let him worship me in calligraphy,
shapes singing his alphabet so virginal
and unmet by co
Dawn by Miseria-Cantare, literature
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Dawn
Night, so like
piano keys
and happiness dependant on the pattern of our feet.
I'll smile at you,
just this once.
It's always been
that I love you if only because
your hand pressed against my back reminds me that I'm real.
Soprano slumber:
your music tangles my hair
as I hold you there in that darkness.
And if it will all be over soon,
for a moment let's take time
to pick out a tune that is only
breaths and lips and hands and hips.
No bruises on my neck—all pink.
All that is left for you to take is everything.
and under my skin my veins seem to burst
and my body may blush,
but let's not rush.
If we only have an hour until
Male Hands by Miseria-Cantare, literature
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Male Hands
You made this quilt with your male hands,
gnawing on the trunks of giant oak trees.
The Spanish moss, you called it mermaid hair,
cracks brittle in the heat like seaweed.
Gnawing on the trunks of the great oak trees,
you made a mess of the Garden, and kissed the snake
whose skin shell cracked in the heat like weeds
that throttled the schoolyard, and fucked Eve.
You made a mess of the Garden and kissed the snake.
You take two sugars and a Percocet with your tea
that drowns the schoolyard, and fucked up Eve,
but you never tried hard enough to take my cream.
You take two Percocet and a sugar with your tea.
You make the bed you lie i
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We Drink Wellbutrin by A-R-Glasgow, literature
Literature
We Drink Wellbutrin
Poetry is our beloved language.
A literal compulsive regurgitation.
A mindful irritating interpretation.
A lifelong education wrote in turn.
This interview with the dirty mirror
can do naught but bleed the truth
through the eyes of the exquisites
whose souls with poesy do burn.
Fanciful dreams and liquid streams
brought forth and grown languid
in the subtle imagined conscious
of those damaged souls oft spurned.
Can you burn in the bleak night,
frightened by the milky dawn?
Forget the day and come to play
with me in forests of poetic azure.
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Personal Quote: Notoriety is not for me, except in literary leakage and flat peepage on electronic page
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Sir John Betjeman, W.B.Yeats, Byron
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I hope you've been well.
I hope you are well
I've missed you.
xx I like your latest picture.
Thank you! 
Are you ok?
Are you ok?
Meh, i am ok. Better recently. you?