Words We'll Never Say

I glow hot dust in vaunted byways of time;
Sing, fly my crashed divinity, to lonely mountain highs

Stray-syllabled tambourines, washed up on salty oceans
I pull, push, grasp at life, while swayed by false emotions

Human to the core, I machine-wave fickle brain;
Photographic ironies of the soul, forgotten brave

Breathe through scorching lungs, the holy sensate gases
Colder still the epitaphs, of anomalous trespasses

Muscles unhinged, and eyes stealing light from day
Derail the tongue's perimeters, with words we'll never say.

GomerLePoet
cool stuff man - too bad boy george are whatever was allowed entry. some sites I am on alllows u to block idiots you deem.

carol
i read reread its great

sonetta
don't stop saying the words and they will always speak for you....

Susan Jarvis
I certainly wouldn't attempt to say; 'epitaphs, of anomalous trespasses', especially after a glass or two of the poisonous firewater. ;) A fine poem.

Kerry O'Connor
Such a delicious concoction of words and images as only you can write, Patti.

 

Frank Lambert
Wow, there are some great word combinations here, this one especially - I machine-wave fickle brain... Some write...

Ernestine Northover
An ethereal poem, someone crashing against the minds bounderies. Someone sinking into an abyss and crying out with no voice to do so. Fantasia at its best. Love the last two lines.

Sandra Martyres
Breathe through scorching lungs, the holy sensate gases Colder still the epitaphs, of anomalous trespasses You are amazing Patti....Every stanza of this piece is embellished with great imagery...but this one is truly memorable....

Pendemic
You give me a sense of a lofty presence that realizes they're not so lofty with this write. Well penned as always you deliver dizzying and intriguing imagery.