Fire and Ice

By LaBruyere in fixedform on

I feel you as a wave of deepest pain And you and I crash forcefully on shores Of midnight islands; sometimes summer rain And other times the icy tide takes o’er. The heat pounds down in fire and boiling blood Touching mountains, towers, rivers full. The ice then hisses…

It Feels Like it Will Never End

By LaBruyere in fixedform on

Where goes the pain that flows in rivers full Of anguish down the mountainside of flesh Carrying the crushed and broken hulls Of ships that sailed once between the breasts? The pain, the blackest soot of washed out fires Muddies rivers deep, so much flows out. Is the water black…