A Hallelujah for a Midnight War
I can feel your skin breathing in orbs kisses that feels like surgeries and the money dies off when you are greedy and we step right into a Midnight War Millions of Judases in the wilderness The sick and the crimson In torment, so petrified One breath, chokes Hallelujah In chaos the hammer smashes in the glass We are hidden behind these walls a combustion in bones and all to become vapor In this Midnight War Where the glitter turns to ashes breaking from the chairs, a howl Hallelujah The spectres and the stars Looking as one Like in a mirror of night We have been forsaken of riches They loot the diamonds from the heart And the robbery is simplistic we feel translucent watching the seas The Midnight War cripples And the waves clash together in an Everlasting Hallelujah The virgins spin down with chapped lips and breeding, hungry eyes You are numb to touch A revolver, an allergy The flaming of whips to erase your mind The pearls, they fall to the fire the path is a torrent from fibrous roots - to the vines of cherries Angelic songs Obliterates, to my auditory invisibility In grief, in pain Praying in puns Hallelujah So, Midnight passes And we are back to 1 a.m. Time for the blossoms and the honey woven into the fabrics of Earth tip toes the demons away White horses begin to gallop - wildly around the curves and suddenly your eyelids open back to the reds, blues, orange in the sunlight, surrender hear the hearses beginning to putter the gas kills off the energy Hallelujah Available Now: Before I Turn Into Gold Inspired by Leonard Cohen Anthology by David L O’Nan & Contributors w/art by Geoffrey Wren Current bio for Fevers of the Mind’s David L O’Nan editor/writing contributor to blog. Hard Rain Poetry: Forever Dylan Anthology available today! Poetry from David L O’Nan in the Famous Poetry Outlaws are Painting Walls and Whispers
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