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Dreams Dreamt
Over Crimson Mountain Tops

Alive
alive is what I want to be
not transpiring in lonely blackened skies.
Shadows cast on me, tread on me, holding my arms, holding my head, drowning, deeply drowning, without sorrow, without regret.
The night’s breath sighs beyond under moon glow.
Inspirations fleeing me
smoke and poisons taunting me
turning me to shades of concrete grey
can’t exhale them away
Oh such dark fate, captivity!
Would suicide be all right?
Hell’s fires laugh and lash out at me anyway.
Frigid wind blows the shackled prisoner
the angels cry weeping fountain. Broken heart bleeding.
The star ocean; the celestial canvas painted with the blood-dipped dagger.
Orion bows his head and peers over stained crimson mountaintops, and peers over stained crimson mountaintops!

Copyright © Sat. July 25, 2009 Michelle Kafka
Angel Of Darkness

Shedding dim silver coat while spreading his blackened wings extinguishing cries and tears of pain. His breath; a chill his mind; an echo.
Song of madness raps out on drums fading away, evaporating.
The crack of his heart
the turn of his head transcending, swirling into the raven-lit sky
trapped within the night; desolate, solitude
succumbing to the path of darkness.
Pegasus’ hooves thunder beyond the abyss
like the dark horseman’s horse
waiting to collect darkness’s angel.
The enemy prowls intoxicated by lust and greed.

Copyright © Fri. July 24, 2009 Michelle Kafka
Sublime Realm

Be still silent dream so I can capture you upon dreamer’s canvas.
White gown is the dreamer’s canvas.
Dreamer’s canvas is the white gown.
Feeding on the needs of a drunken old man needing his stale beer.
Sitting in his chair suspended from the sky cracking out harsh words, always looking, always looking below. The visual stage seems impossible, unexplainable, and even strange, obvious obstacles in this reality!

Copyright © Tues. July 21, 2009 Michelle Kafka
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This page is dedicated to an awesome friend who's inspired me to pick up a pen and write again through viewing his outstanding work. His painting appears above. Please everyone go visit his page/artwork and please respect his copyright.

Thanks Brodi Surrealist!
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