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Skylark Hatee
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When love was not enough...poetry was.
When love was not enough...poetry was.

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“I die with this rush of heaven and earth and a poem between us” -Skylark Hatee


Murder at 3 o’clock:

It is just an inhale of slow inspiration
On the leaves of the undone
Like rose petals lined with the tip of a silver needle
And jammed into the barrel of a shotgun
My fingers lay quietly upon the delicate trigger of a quill
Ready to gather the white dust
Watch it send an electrical shock
Down my arm
As I bite the muse's bullet
Dying with this rush of heaven and earth
That falls upon the edge of time
Where a poem between us
Is sleeping

...murder at 3 o'clock

© 2017 Skylark Hatee

Credits: Music is provided by “KITE” video editing app on iPhone.

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“I die with this rush of heaven and earth and a poem between us” -Skylark Hatee


Murder at 3 o’clock:

It is just an inhale of slow inspiration
On the leaves of the undone
Like rose petals lined with the tip of a silver needle
And jammed into the barrel of a shotgun
My fingers lay quietly upon the delicate trigger of a quill
Ready to gather the white dust
Watch it send an electrical shock
Down my arm
As I bite the muse's bullet
Dying with this rush of heaven and earth
That falls upon the edge of time
Where a poem between us
Is sleeping

...murder at 3 o'clock

© 2017 Skylark Hatee

Credits: Music is provided by “KITE” video editing app on iPhone.

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“I die with this rush of heaven and earth and a poem between us” -Skylark Hatee


Murder at 3 o’clock:

It is just an inhale of slow inspiration
On the leaves of the undone
Like rose petals lined with the tip of a silver needle
And jammed into the barrel of a shotgun
My fingers lay quietly upon the delicate trigger of a quill
Ready to gather the white dust
Watch it send an electrical shock
Down my arm
As I bite the muse's bullet
Dying with this rush of heaven and earth
That falls upon the edge of time
Where a poem between us
Is sleeping

...murder at 3 o'clock

© 2017 Skylark Hatee

Credits: Music is provided by “KITE” video editing app on iPhone.

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“I die with this rush of heaven and earth and a poem between us” -Skylark Hatee


Murder at 3 o’clock:

It is just an inhale of slow inspiration
On the leaves of the undone
Like rose petals lined with the tip of a silver needle
And jammed into the barrel of a shotgun
My fingers lay quietly upon the delicate trigger of a quill
Ready to gather the white dust
Watch it send an electrical shock
Down my arm
As I bite the muse's bullet
Dying with this rush of heaven and earth
That falls upon the edge of time
Where a poem between us
Is sleeping

...murder at 3 o'clock

© 2017 Skylark Hatee

Credits: Music is provided by “KITE” video editing app on iPhone.

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“I die with this rush of heaven and earth and a poem between us” -Skylark Hatee


Murder at 3 o’clock:

It is just an inhale of slow inspiration
On the leaves of the undone
Like rose petals lined with the tip of a silver needle
And jammed into the barrel of a shotgun
My fingers lay quietly upon the delicate trigger of a quill
Ready to gather the white dust
Watch it send an electrical shock
Down my arm
As I bite the muse's bullet
Dying with this rush of heaven and earth
That falls upon the edge of time
Where a poem between us
Is sleeping

...murder at 3 o'clock

© 2017 Skylark Hatee

Credits: Music is provided by “KITE” video editing app on iPhone.

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“I die with this rush of heaven and earth and a poem between us” -Skylark Hatee


Murder at 3 o’clock:

It is just an inhale of slow inspiration
On the leaves of the undone
Like rose petals lined with the tip of a silver needle
And jammed into the barrel of a shotgun
My fingers lay quietly upon the delicate trigger of a quill
Ready to gather the white dust
Watch it send an electrical shock
Down my arm
As I bite the muse's bullet
Dying with this rush of heaven and earth
That falls upon the edge of time
Where a poem between us
Is sleeping

...murder at 3 o'clock

© 2017 Skylark Hatee

Credits: Music is provided by “KITE” video editing app on iPhone.
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#prompt65
#songsofdespair
#thepaintedword

+gutter punk thanks for the invite☺️

Fade to Copper Skies:

Bleed bleed bleed this kiss on the cold scalpel of mockery
Watch it sever the throat of twilight
Where the heart leeches jugular
Like a premeditated murder in the park
I never saw it coming
And once again I am the sacrificial lamb at the altar of silence
For your absence
It is the massacre of a million sunsets
Look at the mutilation drip into the lost oceans of life
My horizons have been centrifuged
Splitting me into the north and south
I am a drowned vision in the yellow plasma of obscurity
Stretched thin as glue
Until I seep between the cracked walls of the test tube
Asking the questions...seeking the answers
Searching for private messages among constellations of brail
That ever elusive hope to see your silhouette against a ghostly sunrise
Has now whittled to a jaundiced-sunburn
Eating away at my iris
For there are no more omens to be deciphered by blind prophets
Cured suddenly of their ailments
Leaving tragic stars like you and I
The gathered particles of displaced dust

...fade to coppeer skies

© 2017 Skylark Hatee

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What
is the
heart...

Everything...
Everything...
Everything...

© 2017 Skylark Hatee
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“Those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it" - George Santayana

Quake:

Walking through the desert dream
The breathing dust is within our lungs
Watch it tread ever so lightly upon this earth
Like a caterpillar in a field of the forgotten
For we are walking through the periphery vision of a razor thin sanity
That very saneness...the canonicity
That is holding us up in front of a cracked mirror
THE illusion held within the silver lines of reflection
Our ever-present mortality which speaks to us softly
In a daylight delusion
For it is lurking in the shadows of death
That mortality that BLEEDS BLEEDS
BLEEDS
Each time we rip out our stitches of existence
The rivers are contaminated with blood that flow up to our knees
The catalogue of sins and recriminations
From the beginning of time
The sins of the living dust swarming
The land and sea like a pestilence
Watch it circle the world
Like the rings of Saturn from the Ganges to the Euphrates

Have we O'walking dust not learned
From the history of lost days
The still born nights
Or is it just a riddle hidden within the lungs of the dead Sphinx
That is buried deep within the icy stare of blue eyes
Somewhere in the recompense
The world is being created
As sand dunes' heap awaiting the hour of resurrection
Ready to breathe fire upon me an's transgressions

Like a blinded rage of Oedipus brimming with pride
And spilling over to a new day
We are eagerly running...running to the horror
We are trying to escape
A self-prophecy waiting to be fulfilled upon a single breath
A self-prophecy like some abomination
Thrust into a lost existence of our fragile mind
With our own hands' insistence
As prophets have gone blind weeping the tears of tomorrow
For it is the frailty of the human race
Those tears that fall on insistent red cheeks of sorrow
As they seep into graves of the deceased
Awaken my sleeping soul from the
deep cause of denial
Down under as their hearts thunder
Causing the earth to quake:

"MURDER MURDER MURDER!
SCREAM THE WALKING DUST!
TREAD OVER US EVER SO GENTLY
UPON THIS EARTH
LEST YOU CAUSE THE DEAD
TO SPEAK BETWEEN SWOLLEN TONGUES
TO STIR THE EARTH
THAT QUAKES
IN TIME...

poetry/video © 2017 Skylark Hatee

Credits:
Song Title: "DreamDance36 (Ambient)"
Artist: Hardcore Scm
Source: https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc/3.0
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I yearned
for light...
You brought
darkness...
How did
you know...

thank you...


© 2017 Skylark Hatee

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