Withered hands on withered lands infertile with blood. Snipped bud attract carrion crows they move slow but seem to know the marching dance of loss. A knife twisted the attempt and the deed defeats us. A river forged blood let blood washed all guilty brainwashed by decaying dreams and nightmarish bliss accuses us all: how much did we know?
Category: Poetry Corner
Just Because
Just because I could I did and now I wonder why? But I wish I knew why before it falls a part.
Herd Mentality
Chose your victim get ready for the kill neatly packed together we rush and snap at will. No rhyme to our reason displeasure is well seasoned with the thrill... Let's chase this sinner stone him to death then sweep our dirty linens under our beds to rest. Once the act is committed you cannot go back remember loylaty to the pack. Now I do to get along sick promises sold now seem so cold dreams once fashioned now seem so old wearied lacking compassion. Now I must walk against the tide. I stop and wait. I must go back.
Emeth
Look how far you have fallen no branches to break it shifting sand your anchor lies your comforter. Deep is the well no grace no truth down there. Many say come beckoning hands outstretched salvation sure, until, the great fall without support no anchor. The masked unmasked reveals death trapped beautified by pilates with clean hands.
Now She Sleeps
Now She Sleeps We had to leave her I wonder if she is cold? They put her on ice. Stiff. Frozen in Time. No more. They left her in the dark. She could not find her way to me. They took her shoes gave her a box left us a crystal drop. Will I see you again? In Heaven? Can I hug you there? Will they let me? Can I kiss you? Like I did not here? For now I'll let you sleep.
Time
Time My Time is too important for fivrolities of egos seeking to shine on my Time. If I choose not to give you my Time know it is a gift too precious to disavow now. Excuse me if I drop you you are wasting my Time with your agenda return to sender I will not surrender Any more of My Time.
The Secret Place
The Secret Place Do not lose have faith timelines may change emptiness will fade fortune will smile miracles they exist still even in desolation. In a secret place Out springs new life rain pours over pain desert loose their claim Like Queen of Andean life rears alive again Edenesque ideal now tamed where endless rivers flow also too dreams grow in neatly assigned rows where you can glow kissed by benevolent miracles refreshed by the glow of your secret place.
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