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  • XXVVIII: Romanticize the Grave (in progress)
  • XXVII: Daemons - 2013
  • XXVI: F r a g m e n t s (part III) The Written Word Is Dead - 2013 (published)
  • XXV: F r a g m e n t s (part II) For the Sense Of God - 2013 (published)
  • XXIV: F r a g m e n t s (part I) F r a g m e n t s - 2013 (published)
  • XXIII: Saints Rose - 2013 (published)
  • XXII: Soul's Haven - 2013
  • XXI: The Paradox - 2013 (published)
  • XX: ICONOGRAPHY - 2012
  • XIX: THE OLD EPITAPH - 2012 (published)
  • XVIII: THE CRYPTIC ALTARS - 2012
  • XVII: Seen Through Different Eyes - 2011 (published)
  • XVI: Cemetery of Garlands - 2011 (published)
  • XV: Lunar Heart - 2010 (published)
  • XIV: PAGES FROM ASHES - 2010 (published)
  • XIII: Little Rabbits - 2009 (published)
  • XI-XII: Shepherd's Gray / Forgiveness in Will - 2009 (published)
  • X: Afterlife - 2008 (published)
  • IX: "From A Melancholy Thoughtfulness" - 2008 (published)
  • VIII: Black Rain - 2007 (published)
  • VII: The Silence Within & Out - 2007
  • VI: Observation - 2006 (published)
  • V: Ethereal - 2006
  • IV: Kingdom - 2006
  • III: The Purpose - 05'-06' (published)
  • II: Follow The Art - 04'-05'
  • I: My Sense Of Compassion - 03'-04'

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IN THE HAZE OF THE PASSING CRIMSON


I was told it was red.

It was sworn upon

In the haze

Of a troubled soul’s head.


IN THE HAZE OF THE PASSING CRIMSON

Sunday came upon the sky in ruby red,

I learned an important lesson about life

To never cover anything up-

What is real or is meant.


Sundays

Passing crimson with your lipstick on my neck

Sunday is the meaning of life,

It was sworn upon

In the haze

Of a troubled soul’s head.


Don’t you see your makeup on your face

Hides your true beauty?

Why would you want to cover that up?


And as you cry your eye shadow runs down

Mixed with the tears of your eyes

Like clouds;

Why do you punish me?

With your face flushed with embarrassment.


Sunday

Passing smoke from the factory,

Sunday is the meaning of life

It was sworn upon

In the haze

Of a troubled soul’s insanity.


Your beauty lies somewhere within

The passing carmine…

In the haze, it’s unsettling

Crimson was your divine.


It’s so peaceful when the nights are still

Believing every word of my perishing friend’s guilt.

I could watch the entire smoke empty out

Into the world

Giving birth to what appears to be Sunday.

IN THE HAZE OF THE PASSING CRIMSON

I drew the flood

And stared into the horizon…


So when it rains…

It will soon come;

Let it hit you

Don’t hold an umbrella

Let it fall through…

Don’t cover up what is real or what is meant.

Let the rain wash over your skin…


Let it wash the makeup away

Let it rain down


SUNDAY.


Alec Wildey

Ethereal © 2006

2 comments:

  1. 5th stanza: you ---> your?
    other than that.... i like it. a lot. probably my favorite of your posts so far, actually.
    7th stanza is solid. absolutely solid. that could be a poem of its own.

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