Wednesday, June 4, 2014

M O L O T O V H E A R T by Randy Welch






M O L O T O V H E A R T

Companions Of This Farce 
Color Me Boldly 
For All Lovers I Know Are Lunatics 
How We've Come To Regard The Heart 
In Paradoxes Of Redemption & Pursuit 
I Have Worn The Madstone Smooth To The Crust 
& Recorded Molten Madrigals To The Sun 
Where The Lunacy Of Love 
Presumes An Ecstatic Moan 
I Have Forced Myself To Swallow 
The Juju Of Liquescent Moons 
And Sought To Spill Pale Light 
In Pools Of Cool Blue Irony 
All These Princely Cousins Of Narcissus 
Think Of Me Mouthless 
Make Of Me Thoughtless 
Forget That Where Revolution Begins 
It All Ends In The Language 
Of Gasoline & Matches . . . 

-randini-


*Randy Welch is a multifaceted artist in Denver, Colorado, USA. He can be reached HERE

Randy is the first to submit to my global request of inviting all forms of creativity to be displayed and promoted here and to the world. I invite all of you on this journey.

M O L O T O V H E A R T is a dynamic stream of consciousness and I am honored to bring fresh, enlightening and diverse trains of thought your way. 

Friday, May 23, 2014


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Wednesday, May 21, 2014

She Rose









she rose

again

like ashes imprinted
on each foot raised
on the pads of aboriginals
before her

she rose
like the sun does daily
like the moon when she is full
like the coming of the fresh pure breath
of summer

she rose
like the wind
whipping leaves
autumnal
dashing and dangling the smell of Earth into the air

October
she rose

again
like the water
rising
and the ice princess
lifted
she rose
like an altar
looming before her
as a chalice is lifted
hands shaking
solemn
holding to her lips
pursed

she rose that cup
poisons of ages
of murder
and she rose
above the fires
the stakes
the burning pit
the executioners block
she rose
like spirit
above it all
above those beneath her

she rose
like a bird

taking flight
she rose

and the clouds
embraced her

gently.



© Susan Marie