perfection of creation, by definition

We were meant to be grown with wings

the anatomy of crows:

nights song, 

the enchantress calls

your vermilion luster

as you are twilight.

the spiked fruits that hold 

the sweetest cadence,

full plated moon blows

a silent invocation 

to your beating collar.

drag the rugged corpse away

from the light of eyes, 

grant peace to the wicked; 

the grateful untouchables.

your coal shade is fuel, 

tiny chicklets leap 

from daisy to dandelion.

while you watch undiscovered.

the soreness of your withheld beak, 

remains like unrequited glass. 

drifting messages held by cork,

unforgiven.

the wicked who have forbidden your admiration

stalkers fortune seeking gift, in your communal refuge, 

sewing the ends of the blossoming shroud.

grant us quiet from livid councils' bickering.

your arrows piercing with poison's gaze, 

The antidote remains at the feet of unintelligent bastards.

the rising tide spits the forceful oak bark,

for you deserve undying attention.

by definition 

the anatomy of flamingos:

pink, 

pink seduction.

shattered sunsets crawl to your name,

the squandering plankton lifted.

the veil to secrecy is held 

by the reflecting gaze. 

unlike any lesser matter seen, by lesser beings.

darling supreme beings of majesty,

white marble you glow among 

gravel riddled by forgetfulness.

You, are a memory, a glimpse, 

the summation of mortality. 

the earliest memory, of the earliest day, 

in the most perfected light of adolescence 

was the exhibit of you.

blinded the witnesses of your music

as you are fluent in all languages;

of ideas that do not suffice the tongue.

carry the souls of the pious 

who drinks on freedom’s mirage.

by definition

anatomy of butterflies:

elusive nervousness, 

shy away from being reality, 

the tantalizing trail that cannot follow;

of the vapid monuments

and insignificant hurricanes 

you are so effortlessly familiar in.

still retaining your vibrancy,

adorning the garments

of your naked colors.

she breathes in life,

infantile hope and adoration for humanity, 

blooming the fertile sunflower.

only your delicate skin is capable of stimulation, 

the doubly divine mockery of words.

touching your smile echoes deaths chuckle.

like the fragrance of rotten fruit, 

the unearthed sweetness,

extraction that favors your timely tune.

by definition.

anatomy of mercy:

wind reveals the marked foreheads,

disallowing even the slightest veil.

naked mongrels expected to rise soon

as they empty the swollen gut,

flowers bloom from their nostrils.

swingers and rhythmic players 

retire their senses.

Draw up the sunken chord, 

the developing stairway ties up their ocean legs.

the mountains lifted light,

tethered dark downpour catches blessings from above the self

let your hair grow, let your hurt hang,

long.

Throwing tantrum for the plant that's plowed, 

in the garden of famine. 

death makes wings of us

where once was shoulders. 

bare roots cleansed 

by the same voodoo women,

brewing a rigid walk.

Allow the true kings who once roamed 

this promised temperament. 

murderers of the thousand singing saints

allowed to roam free, 

copulations and feastings 

from the given mockery of words.

Allow us one more hour 

to perform our art, 

in this dance to perfect our soaring lives.

by definition.

we were meant to be grown with wings.