spiritus sancti
By diavolessa
The wind yells
In the tongue of the devil
Holding the spirit of the ghost
And you try to listen
A corpse without a torso
It’s the Holy Mary
Crying for her child
The beauty of being alone
Yet drenched in the spirit of the wind
It dances
Slowly and sinuously
Movements of a drunken artist
A filbert sunken in red red paint
The bloody lips of a girl
The sexed crimson hair of a whore
The laughter of the idiot
Too smart to cry
Too healthy to lie
Taken to a place without hold
Transverse with dead flat tears
Slowly it moves closer
Closer to the beating heard
It nears all your fears
Thumping the same as your heart
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Copyright 2005 diavolessa
Published on Monday, January 31, 2005.
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On Wednesday, February 9, 2005, urbanhumility
(1158) wrote:
your subconconcious is almost tangible.....poetry incarnate!......well done......urban
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On Tuesday, February 8, 2005, AniDayz
(812) wrote:
w.o.w.this is incredbile...intense and gripping...i love it.
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On Thursday, February 3, 2005, Gideon Lost
(137) wrote:
Wow, I think you have just made my fav list. I really liked the language and flow of this work. It reminds me of something I would write, and I think highly of myself :) Perhaps we are kindred poets.
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On Tuesday, February 1, 2005, Ravenblade
(307) wrote:
wow, this was beautifully written, it is great to see something new from you when it happens...nice comeback, and great write altogether...>Raven
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On Monday, January 31, 2005, elisa
(1595) wrote:
every heart shall beat uniquely with a beautiful signature......beautiful write~elisa