Fallen Icarus
This is a photomanipulation I did of some stock photos courtesy of dreamstock and zerothirtythreestock
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FALLEN ICARUS
In surrealism’s arms;
She offers her cold embrace,
With her deceiving smile she charms.
With broken wings;
I aim to soar, try to fly…
Bloodied up, it hurts, I cry!
Black smoke afloats;
Damn! it chokes.
Illumination blindly guiding.
To crossroads unwavering; misleading!
Deafening serenity abound;
Absolute Nirvana, never found.
Cloaked fears chase me,
My tombstone they carry!
Blind preachers summon a test.
A cliff I reach, I rest…
I look down, I bleed.
With weary knees I plead.
Drops of crimson,
Fall to the vast oblivion.
Trinity ever so Holy,
On all my slumber persistently lonely.
Darkness I peeked;
At the bottom destiny I seeked.
Then I leap!
I weep…
Did I soar, did I fly?
A mystery…
Oh! Fate, Why…?!
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deviant comments
2 left the carnivale an epistle:
writing verses..does it come easily to you?
February 03, 2005 7:18 PM
Salutations!
Nice to see another fellow scribe here in this vast void. Read you poem as well and loved what your quill spew. Talk about QUESTIONS, right...
It always plagues our not so worthy minds,
and the answers just too much for mans own comprehension.
Thanks for droppin' by. 'Til then...
February 08, 2005 6:09 AM
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