Sunday, September 30, 2007

Without

the throbs and fumbles
within this bright red throne
upon which sit love
and peace and human virtue

without which, connection
would collapse
smiles would fade
and glows would dim

beat on, we scream,
never stopping
bring us hands to hold
and souls to match

without fail or prompt
the throbbing continues
pumping adrenaline
and pulsing spirit

feeding love and peace
and smile and glow
and hands and souls
without consent.

8 comments:

Jack said...

I like that one a lot.
Keep it up.

Anonymous said...

probably the best poem ive ever heard ever.

Anonymous said...

Lovely- and intense!

Anonymous said...

What anonomus #1 said...me gusta mucho

Stephen said...

i got shivers

Anonymous said...

Very nice!

Jad said...

I'm always so happy when I see a new poem up, and I'm never disappointed. :)

villager said...

I have been reading your poetry for a while, and this is one of my favorites. I especially like the last stanza. Keep it up!