Tag: #thesundaymuse

Lower Than Angels

“Nobody’s perfect. We’re all just one step up from the beasts and one step down from the angels.” ― Jeannette Walls, Half Broke Horses We sit under a tarnished copper suntethered to stones of transgressionsfor the sins of our ancestors are scars we bearwith every sunrise, with… Continue Reading “Lower Than Angels”

With One Final Breath

“When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.”  ― William Shakespeare, Romeo and… Continue Reading “With One Final Breath”

Lipstick on Broken Glass

“Love! Love until the night collapses!” ― Pablo Neruda Let me go mad –While the sun sits pretty in autumn sky Let me raise my glass –to a long life all these years gone by Let me drift away- with falling stars on an obscure night… Continue Reading “Lipstick on Broken Glass”

Behind Vacant Eyes

“Understand me. I’m not like an ordinary world. I have my madness, I live in another dimension and I do not have time for things that have no soul.”  ― Charles Bukowski To the outer world she is gone- Bat-shit crazy, delusional, lostDefeated, lonesome, aloneHer heart… Continue Reading “Behind Vacant Eyes”

Frigid Twilight

In weathered sheaves of light before gnarled hands can rest silver strands flow through as painful memories come to mind With each tarnished grey knot spiteful deeds and dead lovers cryremorseful tears roll down a lined facefrozen in songs of frigid twilight  Pale ghosts of the past haunt… Continue Reading “Frigid Twilight”

Murder of Crows

They share dark dreams and visceral prose While above a murder of screeching crows Binds their souls to scorching sin town Driving a rusty winged cadillacAs they slip out the back JackWhen they can’t pay the rent On their one room dirt shack That looks down from the… Continue Reading “Murder of Crows”

haunting Echo

“glass will cut you every day, and sometimes you will crawl through hell to feel the sun.” ― Ben Ditmars Indigo twilight slides in with stealthy whispers While waning candlelight flames tremble and waver The jade bottle is empty and the crystal glass heavy Closing ocean wave eyes,… Continue Reading “haunting Echo”

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