Sunday, November 7, 2010

poem for jessine ( the day ov jessine )






Standing on a word basking in your beauty while the iron buds in the garden are glowing lost on a wing as the the music is slowing you barely seem of this time my mind is blowing heaven is just another word for you seems sad the world is not a better place I wish it was,I do.
Jessine bathes in the moonlight birds fly low just for a look,butterflies too

O, oh, oh, Jessine
How swiftly you changed my mind I rise up and say goodbye to no one in particular your tongue with hearts and words lenticula rI see the future in your skin as I see fire within I fly high by the light of your beauty just steps ahead ov the executor
Jessine dances to the antichrist's tune fly high Jessine October is just another excuse for June

O, oh, oh,Jessine

I see your face in the clouds as sure as you see your sister alone in crowds, you’re a dream twister you’re going to go as far as you want as long as you avoid martyrs and tommorow's mister
Jessine dances to the antichrist's tune birds fly low and in wonder of her bathing in the light of the moon

O, oh, oh, Jessine
don't listen to the preacherlet love under will be your only teacheronly magik could’ve carved out your featuresyou take me to a new placedreaming near the stars as I face the future
O, oh, oh, Jessine


The beautiful the sick and the lameall seek the same, who is loved in the end is uncertainchains and common men, tear gas, padlocksyou behind every curtainsin webs low as they spinin a past that's hurtin'
Jessine dances to the antichrist's songher head back,her legs longnothing she does could ever be wrongov that,I'm certain

O, oh, oh, Jessine

I'm a lost soul in the streets, skies are slippery grey no more needs to be said today,lay by my side,hey babe,as your perfect foot leans over the edge of the bed I would slit throats, put the blade to my head,yesterday,today make Jesus  into  starlet blue one more harlot,time means nothing to you

O, Jessine, you know what I need O, Jessine, you don’t show any respond and even God is just a lost pup in the pound lost in the speed ov you,
O, oh, oh, Jessine.
- Alfred Huete
09 October,2010 ( The Day Ov Jessine )

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