Larsen M. Callirhoe Posted July 27, 2012 Share Posted July 27, 2012 like velvet like water if i saw your face in the mirror would blood be splattered abroad on it? all just the same crimson red bleeds from my heart and falls from my eyes like colorful butteflies fluttering their wings arrayed in the springtime. if the sky showed you a rainbow out of the blue minus the color of the faery goddess would you still want my pot of gold? or would you dig your nails into the veins of my tongue so my words could not be spoken on a cold night i sit by the campfire no one notices that the goddess sophia' has touched my soul the remorse i have at an unrelenting god yeshua the annoited one speaks of the heavenly queen yet my eyes still focus only on her dressed in silk virtue the virgin mary raped by an old roman soldier i know through this deed my lineage is born like the symbol of the cross does anyone really care as fire reigns from the shining stars above an old book controls the regilious bigots even the zealots bring their swords while the young handmaiden virgins burn the embryol of my yearning soul i crave the warmth of the holy mother oh sophia i cry out to you i slight my wrists because my elizabeth is far from my life the vision i had of her dressed in sackclothe does she still love me the same? does crimson run like water as the sky turns velvet from the colorful rainbow above tonight i dream of making love only my left hand is the witness of this only witness named fornication unlawful carnal knowledge who made this word the synapsis of love the fortitude that it is. the bloody vesture the begotten son of god doesn't heal me i am left with a broken heart as i lay crying in bed weeping away as my tears fall from the nighttime heavenly sky yellow roses and blue flowers all the callirhoes bud on the ground. my tears fill the reservoir of life you stabbed my heart with your razor eyebrows the baby born at one month my heart still bleeds all the same. just another day at the office another dollar earned the old cliche' a penny saved, is a penny earned and still i am shunned like velvet like water until tomorrow comes undone my bloody corpse rots away my carcature lays buried six foot deep and does god give a damn i think not as the holy ghost sophia weeps uncontrolably. I die alone, no one there because they have murdered my angels and buried them in a faraway land the sun set last night and did not rise today. all that remains is a full reservoir of my crimson tears. the water has turned purple and all my beloved says is like velvet like water words woven like magic majestically around my beloveds throat today we met in heaven but it was only an illusion of the dream and vision that will come to pass in another time in another life. my words haunt those around who witness my quick demise echoing in my dark grave are these simple words like velvet like water Quote Larsen M. Callirhoe Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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