Triumph and Defeat by the Nightstand

A man plants his waving flag
amidst dirty gray sheets
warm, new world shores
a stranger's bedroom;
triumph by the nightstand
red rivers flow wild
in the garden of Eden.

nothing falls like the beat
of a crushed heart
or brimstone tear drops
on the heads of the
unsuspecting damned.

You believe your lies.

I'll believe in mine.

I used to walk beside my love
every night
as all eyes followed us,
some in bleary reverence
some in malicious intent.

Her face was soft but shaded
a fine-detailed masterpiece,
made from sunset clouds,
even as she walks away
I see what I will always miss.

The slow-burn
kicks me in the slipshod soul
deep within my neithers,
and now I know;

Conquerors make wonderful
monuments
from which battle flags
are raised.

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Still strapped for time, cash, all that root of evil stuff. Working like a mad beast on a crass capitalistic crusade to get some debts settled.

I miss all of your glorious pages and I hope to get a chance to drop by soon. Thank you for all the comments, as they are quite inspiring and help to keep me going.

Addendum: Massive edits. You who utilize google readers know me; can't leave well enough alone, ever.