BROKEN!

Let the menage walls speak my heart to her.
Let the rays of the sun convey my plea
And the orange evening sun
tell of the setting of my affection.

The love we aimed to share was meant to stalk with time,
..To trace the trend of a planned out crime.

The life we wanted to build
was meant for the acres of patience.

But no,we rushed it.

And it crushed to form pieces.

which piece i kept,
To keep your figure in my head.

But...
I never missed you...
Except through the meaning the broken pieces make.
I fall back to them each time i think of you.

For it was by agreement that we go separate.
 And I'm not surprised you still love me...

I luv u too,
and that is true.

But you say
I'm not the person you used to know.
did i ever change?.. No.

you never changed too
Not for worse nor the better either.

And each time my ears read your words,
They propose to it alien thesis.

Tho we never spent enough time together,
I must confess i lived my life for you.
Until decision sieved us asunder.

I have forgotten those who stayed with me for years but now gone,

But the 'five months' we shared will never desert me.

And if  you ever read this,
Please know that i never changed

Except that i grew.

I grew impatient,
Of drinking from your shallow well of erotic urge


I grew weary of the child's play we wouldn't admit.
bigger than those issues we won't address.

Only i never grew out of your love

The one i shared with you
And the one i now keep alone.

Again!
Know i never changed

I ONLY GREW..

OFF THE PEW

My soul kiss its way through haze
In manner of candle flames upon alter,

Surging through the temple doors in haste,
Making vent to what will knotty creeds untie.

The freedom which i duelly sought
In hollow cowls of old time priests,
Eventually offered me to naught,
But sallent nichés and sanctimony

Doomed in the chasm of lengthy litanies,
Lost in between volumes and phrases.

My thigh muscles wither at the assembly...

With ease,my heart's burdened by the flick
Of witty words which dangle like festoon
Within the nooks of its oral lumberooms.

To its silence is falsehood bound,
And its scream is but shallow echoes
Of its own keenest doubts.

Countenance portrayed in various folds,
Misleading like the face of an upset cloud

Gaudy glances from it pierce deep to the bone...

Therefore, if my head ever bow,
Let it be known that i'm not worshiping,

I'm expurgating......

Making ablutions from the sallying stench
Of every risen sullen tongue
Inclined towards me in judgement.

Now, I'm drifting through skewed doors,
Off the ambits of rules and laws.

I will again be joined to liberty
And the vitalizing Spirit thereof.

Mortify the letter of mortality

and cling to the mystique of The Truly Divine.

MY MYTH!

Born in the wild...

groomed among myths...

i am flowing words

like the dripping edges of a monarch's robe

etched in language uncertain

telling where the mind with the feet must go

spitting fire,refining waste.

i speak myth...

and the whirlwind bent to offer obeisance

widening its palms in reception of scrolls

...scrolls inscribed in fury stance

conveyed in cryptic signs the ancient spoke

I lived on quaint oaks...

yet like dry leaves,fell on black soil

among them that yearn for portends of  'lux'

unable to hold what i to the soul  purvey

my stature they loathe and to it they quail

I dazzle the mind..

I lure dreams to dusk,

I am mystery.

-Chris.F.Lucid