ForbiddenFruitSeeds

On Death

I'd posted this on a friends blog after they lost yet another dear friend.

Learn from the Scorpio
for death is birth.

shedding

releasing

popping

"...ages of lives...where I should have been..."*

because we cannot feel their hands
does not mean they still can't touch us

because we cannot lick their lips
does not mean they still can't kiss us

because we cannot look upon them
does not mean we can't see them when our eyes are closed.

And we will always see our friends
when our eyes are big and brown and widely closed.

*an excerpt from my poem, "The Rescuers" http://www.4bidden-fruit.com/TheRescuers.html

posted by Saint Vincent @ 11:44 AM 0 comments

I Finally Slept In My Friend's Bed

The greatest nights in April
I have experienced
Alone

As are some of the greatest nights in my life
I have experienced
Alone

I dreamt last month of a beautiful Arizona sunrise
Coloured in my fantastic purple, red, orange, yellow and white
And it was the foreboding of the DC night tonight

My freedom
My emancipation
My trepidation
My conquering
My butterfly inclinations
My happiness
My happiness
My
Happiness

Found

In my friend’s bed

Alone

My friend who said he was proud of me
I thought I was dreaming
Hearing his angelic voice as I do sometimes
Maybe I was dreaming and that’d be okay too

For dreams are more than okay

For I dream in colour and taste and smell and feel
And the dreams in black and white are the one’s that always come true

And I dreamt while sleeping in my friend’s bed
Alone
This DC April night

Heaven on earth
Heaven in bed


I dreamt and felt and fantasized
In my friend’s bed
Alone

I dreamt maybe too much
For I had to wash the sheets more than 3 times since Thursday. And it’s Monday midnight now

I dreamt of my Angel
I dreamt of my Baby
I dreamt of Myself
Father, Son, and Holy Poet

My Sublime Trinity

Fantastic dreams
In my friend’s bed
Alone

posted by Saint Vincent @ 12:42 AM 0 comments