These are some of most recent poems. I hope you enjoy them. – Those Who See Shall Made Blind Be – I walk in the darkness, the shadow of your light Although I try to shine, I am not bright And those who pass by see a flickering spark Of a light that cannot ignite,… Continue reading Unluminous Liturgy
Tag: dismay
Battle on a Star
Bloodshed on a battlefield of a battle fought upon a star, The calls of death and mourning, Feeling that all hope is far, You cry out a shrill warning. Can you smell the rot and decay? I can smell the burning flesh. A moments smile of dismay As you’re caged by iron-mesh.
The Agony I brought upon Myself and Others
Words that have been spoken have been the spears that came back To tear me apart as my intentions were not those perceived Somehow those who knew me to be white never knew that I was black And for this misery that I created I shall vanish into what never had been received Misunderstood, propaganda… Continue reading The Agony I brought upon Myself and Others
never submissive
If I were to follow the linear pathways I’d be far along my own shallow death Yet I’ve been mistaken for something that sways Who knows where truth in I lies, what breath Creates redemption and within which world
Death Is To Live Again
I shed these wings, to let the grace fall from the soul that has died. Leaving only a trace of dismay in the wake of my devastation. I crusify myself upon the every word that you have used to save me. Now I lay my head to rest in the sands of time. Waiting to… Continue reading Death Is To Live Again
Fly
Watch me star as pariah unheard, Watch me play in the theatre absurd. Watch me fly, my spirit free, Watch me. Watch me die.
Medieval Chant
Kinderly is now becoming Into this world of terror Bequeath the inner erthe in her She is now the pearl of our being
When in Sleep
Eyes in the night peering down on the young. In the night the darkness it overcome. Looking at what could be the last breath. Wondering if it is the Angel of Death.
deceptive
..deceptive.:. here i am just me being myself by myself alone again as it always ends. thinking of ways to improve, ways to change, things to do and places to go. i never ask myself why, just another day slowing passing by second after second.
Victim of Existence
No, I am not troubled that you brought it up. Everyday I think about John. Everyday I endure the soft torture of his voice in my mind. How could I forget? I think it’s good to revisit unpleasant memories. Painful, but good nonetheless. Please, sit. I’ll tell you the complete story.