Saturday 12 February 2011

As the bull

As the bull
Flew
Blew
Fiery fists
Missed kicks
As the bull she knew.
Horns glared
Anger dared
fear more passionate the reason ...she knew
She grew
She grew
As a charging, alarming fury of feeling
Her eyes they were weeping
Wounds ripped and seeping
Nostrils flare
No reason to care
Redness and blackness and darkness and blindness
Her motifs not fair
Sink deeper despair.
The bones push through bleeding
Transformation of meaning
Meaning of heartbeat
Of music
Of lightning
Oh how she flew through she flew past as lightning
Scratching and taring and biting and swiping
Fight to the dead
Loosing my head
No way to mend
A road to one end
Uncontrollable destruction
Life without function

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