PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

     Antonin Artaud

& Pasolini

    fill me heart

with a desire

             for fire

a fervent wish

exiled

abandoned

at an oasis

     I tried

to cross

     my consciousness

            deserted

with stars above

        coyotes howling

to the omnipotent

              camera

lens focused on

          surroundings

of spiritual planes

            astral projections

of cinematic fantasy

all in time

to find time

       atoms separating

  the molecular structures

         of cosmic debris

shaman

prophet

Elders of the hill

           standing

     facing down

  the nocturnal eyes

         desolate

                we face

   internal decay

     looking externally

  for salvation

a film captures

     the essence

of the flower

      without its

  sweet fragrance

which is what I miss

    and that much

  I admit freely