Love your page Divine Metamorphoses...mondo-like-love...**** up that's a bird..hats off..kindly ifarm
A poem for you....
Fulcrum of Pain
Washing the ebony roads of life in laughter and colour
Shine a light touch the mind of the dark torn and weary
Drifting in broken lines empty lost souls stalk hunger
Drained to weakness capitalised the stench of bleakness
While darkness chained yesterday's and today's
Hung in the distance... just one day ...tomorrow
Starkness tainted the art of a tinctured flickering flame
In the rue of falling shadows, life wormed a riddle
Although so complex a clue was given
The heart so special...the beat goes on... the beat goes on
But the angels of darkness hold hard... no mercy
The castles of love crumble to the fulcrum of pain
Sun-box the colours pop the art of life
Just to touch eye to the breast of a golden eagle soaring
Held steadfast... offered opulent vision no more
The act of lust disembowelled the art of love
The divinity of divineness just was war
And love only the magic of hearts under surrender
We fight on now... fighting the steel blue-black thunder
And they crush on as a soldier cries give us love
As we walk the shadows of the empty wars
The empire strikes hard to put the crush on the cry of love
We are machines now we march not onto glory
We fight just to die over and over again
A dime buys nothing except the rain of pain
We fight on the backs of glutinous hard-money-men
As we deliver we die in the blue fields of red
Fall hard at the feet of the steel blue-black thunder
And as we fall we fall deeply into the heart of betrayal
-ifarm
Thank you Sir iFarm
Love all of your works pivotal and draws into a plethora of extreme emotions.
Fulcrum of pain sometimes can denote a pleasure dome.
Love that you're a part of our Creative Corner of Camelot
It's exciting all of this amazing talent housed and working together
Keep them coming Sir iFarm
Love and light
Divine