Inside the sphere is a candle. Two candles. A man and a woman both with fire for hair. With friction that is not entirely unpleasant. The tires on their chariot are spoked with gold. The axle greased.-Lantz Pierre
Wednesday, February 1, 2017
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Victory was his. The torches touched the sky. The lion made not the least mewling of approval. Then his thoughts were held in the delicate fingertip embrace of the homes of innumerable arachnids. The clock was never wound.-Lantz Pierre
Charity
The calm waters. A boat. A chair on the boat. Where there sat a famous man. A flat man. Shiny and worn.-Lantz Pierre
Where The Lies Are Born?
The carefully sewn bladder was inflated with air. Inflated with a sort of melancholy airplane song. When the feathers were found in the snow, scattered and spattered with blood, there were no tracks to be found. She listened to the moon, felt the water with her toe.-Lantz Pierre
Slaughtered Moon
The egg is spun round seven times by the flagelants tails. Seven times as it is foretold in fairytales. Seven times the drier spins your clean clothes toward their drawers before you walk away. An apple is only a vehicle for a paltry sum of poison.-Lantz Pierre
The Quest
The morning newspaper spread wide objectivity rains down like plutonium nuclei. What you read will not kill you. The events that happened yesterday will not be know to space until time folds and then folds again before drinking from your water glass.-Lantz Pierre
Nostalgia
With the most delicate of knives and forks, of an elven lace graced by strength, she carefully slices a tasty morsel from your eyeball, bringing the dainty meat close she sniffs your sins before she eats.-Lantz Pierre
Aconite
Lay down in the cool comfort of the snow. Pull the whiteness down over your furrowed brow. Drink in the silence of the crystals that melt on your skin. That liquid skin will become your protective crust.-Lantz Pierre
In Trembling Smile
My love spoke to me in words I could not hear. The vibrations of her vocal chords caused no stir. Enveloped in a vacuum I had no choice but to touch her skin, to electrify my mind. She closed her eyes. Her voice rose in a roar the night could not deter.-Lantz Pierre
Behind The Brick Walls
The child inserted his small worm-like finger into the wounds of the man who, like an aged tree, held the sky overhead without a thought. Without another rock to place upon the flapping corner where the circus canvas had come undone. Without a word from the father who was working on a broken clock.-Lantz Pierre
One Rendezvous
I'm gonna be honest with you, I don't completely get what this poem is saying, but I'm sure in a few more reads, it will fully dawn upon me. Besides that (which really is a non issue in poetry), I absolutely love this piece. The rhythm and flow of your writing really captures the mind as it is read and each line demands the next must be read in a beautiful manner. I love the enjambment, timed at crucial parts of the sentence, but in a way that gives meaning both to the line written and to the sentence itself.-Squeakyballls
Emotionally
Beautiful imagery.-Damaged Soul
I am loving this one wonder ful work and I am honored by your request.-willyweed
I am loving this one wonder ful work and I am honored by your request.-willyweed
Catching Fire
Its just to bad the fantasy is no longer in infancy, but in full blown hate.. Love your work!!-Damaged Soul
Most Wanted
I am sure I have not grasped the deeper meaning of this write, but I do know that I enjoyed reading. I especially like these lines (Beyond the origins lies a marbled tale. You have reached nowhere.) That is an interesting concept. -MissSharon
Monday, January 30, 2017
Matrix
Symphony
Dance steps, choreographed, have a feel of vibrant life. A little to the left, back, back, sway and recover what was in your hands all along. Look at the lines. Look, bring it before your face. Then bow, with grace. With an acceptance of what came before the note the flautist trilled thrillingly.-Lantz Pierre
Dance steps, choreographed, have a feel of vibrant life. A little to the left, back, back, sway and recover what was in your hands all along. Look at the lines. Look, bring it before your face. Then bow, with grace. With an acceptance of what came before the note the flautist trilled thrillingly.-Lantz Pierre
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