Drops of boiled beeswax poured into the lap of eventide fixed up the familiar face Soul syphoned as tax with lips forever widely untied yet draped in smatters of lace Bright acrylic lacs whispering old words that formed and dyed a novel paint palate case Dry anticlimax from feeble watercolor tears cried at night end's bitter disgrace Broken into scraps less than what it could and would provide more than all it could erase
Locked behind bones wrapped in brocade an indelicate escape plea screaming inward for a reply. This bustle will surely outgrow the short lived modesty debut. One could claim you're on a crusade offending nobles in a spree until it's protests can outcry, overpower, your own deep woe - setting you down, trapping anew. Perhaps you'll set to work, or trade Or marry yourself a marquis. Resolve your fate with one more lie: he undressed you patiently slow then treats you as more than a screw
Porcelain filled with lavender tea sits delicately on the table. The old doily cloth matches your dress, were both inherited from mother? Remember how she would laugh so loud? Flower teased by a small bumble bee, please ignore it if you are able it will only sting if under stress. Remember that advice from brother? Bees have the temper of a storm cloud. "I'm glad that we still have each other" Oh how I wish you'd say this aloud
Ten soldiers, all lie flat. Children, ten of them, hand in hand. Kings recognised in a hurried, nervous manner, without noticing the crimson velvet HEARTS.
Cry to me the tears of a violin, or scold me with the hum of a cello. When lost in the fears of this mortal skin, cry to me the tears of a violin to quell all the shouts that echo within. Should ego become my new bedfellow: cry to me the tears of a violin, or scold me with the hum of a cello.
Beads of sweat on bottled wine. Taste divine; this goddess form Twirled in satin and leaf gold Curved to hold a broken norm
Dangled cold toes under hot taps Weary bones that cry to collapse. With night she is blessed with peaceful request that she rest in it's traps. When awoken, as sun shines brightly, the rattled chest clenches tightly. Warmed by a shiver death doth order her: deliver politely.
To express my love concisely would be speaking imprecisely. A pleasing design my full bodied wine. So, divine? Entice me! Should you try resisting advance and take no other amorous chance, I'll fall to my knees and scream to the breeze all my pleas for your glance
The striped suit of a bumble-bee gets dry cleaned special at no fee by the old field mouse. He lives in a blouse, by the house, near the sea The frigid tide shuffles away once, twice, or even thrice a day. But mouse doesn't mind for he knows the sign that clouds kindly made grey.
The young heart denies all final goodbyes once more. Choral peace song cries while death try disguise it's score. With winged bird it flies, news that all hope dies in war.
The Poet Armistead 