English: Single black and white feather (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
The timbre of your voice
Rings sweetly
Touches my soul
With vibrations of ages ago
How I know your Love
blesses my spirit
I hear it surround me
Divine wishes, whispered from afar
Within your strings
Rides purity of sound
Set your gentle voice upon my heart
Sing to me forever more
L. G. Hill
@March 25, 2005
10:11pm
We come to sip the golden bowl
With parch’d mouths
And clear eyes
We hold aloft the nectar
We come to drink from the golden bowl
With thirsty throats
And outstretch’d arms
We hold to us the liquid
We come to gulp from the golden bowl
With drooling lips
And gripping fingers
We hold fast to the elixir
We come to worship the golden bowl
With bloodshot eyes
And quivering hands
We bind our essence to the poison
We coem to sip the gloden blwo
Wthe gaspng lungs
And usless legss
We grba on for daer life
All for the goldne bolw
Here I stand on the tips of my toes
Reaching, reaching
For that elusive marble
Of truth
Of comfort
Of that which will save my soul
And here I stretch
My thoughts as if to the edge of the shelf
which is the universe
To take that marble, that pebble
How I long to touch it
My fingertips,
my very fingerprints
Elongate in my effort
for that inaccessible feeling
Sensation
Of peace
L.G.H.
@April 2, 2005
You are beautiful. Yet sometimes I look at you and I see your skull beneath your flesh, your smile the ivory evidence with which you grace your adoring bootlickers.
You’re a crime waiting to be committed.
You are a star. Not only in my mind, but in the real world. I’m loathe to question what I did to deserve the favour of your regard.
You’re a scandal of obliviousness.
You are a thief of hearts, a plucker-out of eyes. You’re a weakener of knees. You don’t care that I care that you’ll take any one of them at the pop of a button.
You’re a violation of trust.
You are beautiful. You use it like a weapon to perforate the thin skin of those who dissolve in the devastation of your gifts.
You’re an injustice of nature.
In your artistry I see the wickedness of your self-loathing. I see your skull, white as the lights which sustain your ego. In those who bow to you I see your vulnerability.
You’re a consequence of disarming riches.
You are beautiful. As you ascend to the stage, your presence larger than any man can hope to command, you destroy me again and again.
I remember the birds and I remember the rain.
They sang and they dropped, from above
Pain
Release
I remember your song and I remember the vibration
They echoed in my brain
Release
I remember life and I remember love
They glowed
Darkness
Unbearable now, the memories of life, of touch
I pass through you unnoticed
I pray for release
I pray for pain
I pray for darkness
I pray for true death
Let me go
I find myself looking, searching
for a single speck of sand
or a wave that favours
a long lost lover
with his arms outstretched
To see his likeness in that speck
or in that wave
and know that he sees me too
And though my eyes grow weary
his melody is strong, his voice, his song
upon the wind that drives the wave
in the ripples on the sand which purl
keening within my heart
My harmony has nowhere to go
but to the sand, the waves
to my love who exists only
in the eternal sea of my soul.
L.G.Hill
@January 2, 2007
First, tell me of yourself, you said
And then I’ll tell you mine
Of strangeness I was born, I said
Of weird in black and blue
and blase of beige did I go to school
But ochre, pink and cherry
I see my sky become
in the last three minutes
of knowing you
Ah, I see, you said
And how does the future look for you and I?
Tell me yours first, I said
For you promised
You sat back and sighed, and said
Of cloud, of dust, I suffocated
and trapped I stayed by my mother’s side
But water, air and free
I see my horizon
in the last six minutes
of knowing you
Ah, I white, I said
And how does the future look for you and I?
Clear blue sky, we said
Deep in the gloom
of exhausted sighs
The candlelit room
limitless but you
my focus
On a lavender bed
enswathed in webs
and dust
Seated on the edge
you breathe
and wait
You smile
your teeth the tip
the very threshold
I imagine your skull
your bones
choking beneath your ivory skin
webs and dust
and the scent of death
sweet
powdery
death.
Your love is out of this world
Touch me
place your hands, your lips
upon my flesh
initiate
contact
cosmic shift
gel in time
solidify me
take me
up
up
up
exhale your senses
and surround me, fill me
lift me
move me
inhuman faith
look not away
be by my side forever
unfinished
Linda G. Hill 