Glenn McCrary, 15 february 2012
Celebration breaks
a waterfall descends
dewdrops of mirth
twine to form
theatrical strands
diffusing mélanges
of paradise
‘twas a triumphant day
to have reigned
Glenn McCrary, 15 february 2012
Animus
a truculent épée.
sharp was the sound
of each tear drop
the taste of yesterday
descending;
Glenn McCrary, 12 february 2012
The taste of tangerines
coloring open draught
a delectable, yet sensual
snatch of beauty
running in the deep,
chasing timeless renditions
of nature's parade
Glenn McCrary, 12 february 2012
Damp energy descends
from skyline prophecies
an irresistible souvenir
laced with infatuation
the gentle, yellow moans
the way they mirror
streetlights and flies
the friction of blue moons
Glenn McCrary, 12 february 2012
Petals with textures of full moons
sensations tingle like the hands
of grandfather clocks
apathetic to cobwebs
procreated through decades
marred by dolor
strange repercussions
groove across pebble stones
flames leap from pages
a tale of voodoo incense
Glenn McCrary, 7 february 2012
A warm front beseeched her
Sweet vocals of glittering jazz
I fell into the intricacies of riddles
Chasing the pavement of cultures
Upon her breath.
Had our tongues even met?
A memory impossible to worship
The echoes of dragon fire
searing at the base
of my tonsils
A sea surfing current of hurt,
yet a pleasurable hurt
an enjoyable suffering
Glenn McCrary, 7 february 2012
A spark conceived by way of the wind’s undertones
Assertive they rest their eyes, a scope of passion
Was comatose but a century ago
The face of anonymity yet a dream to turn up gold
Only love’s curiosity overtook navigation
Glenn McCrary, 7 february 2012
Imagery
so vivid and clear
hum patterns of melodies
across the universe
fanning wildfires of euphoria
Whilst swallowing the anguish
from confounded pupils
waking in a linear paradise
Glenn McCrary, 4 february 2012
Ivory bushes bear
accelerated evolution
and abstract incarnations
a reverie reserved as veil
fables too blatant to reveal
crescendos rise within
what remains of
the cityscape's heartbeat
science knows what we fear
Glenn McCrary, 4 february 2012
A pocketbook of grins
deprived of rightful glory,
passion, and peace
unionized candles
like smeared lip stick
upon subconscious intellect
layered with finite faces
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