The Space Between DreamsI walk between the landThe Space Between Dreams21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
of gods and monsters
searching the space
between light and shadow
for a familiar face.
Every angel wears the
face of a demon
because Good and Evil
is all an illusion,
we all dream our own
Prostrate before the tree of life
here the Holy Grail waits,
Odin's own drinking cup,
this is where the seed
of knowledge begins.
The shaman knows
death and life are only
shades fading in and out
along the spiral which they
first dreamed into existence,
the place where all endings
and beginnings meet as one.
The Anarchist SermonI like the silent church before the service begins, better than any preaching.The Anarchist Sermon21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
What fruit is left on Sunday morning?
Days have past since the last idea
to hear the pitch of life saw light.
The children pawn their sinew off
on unexamined vessels.
We gather up our thirsty voices
and watch as they are driven off
into the moorings of our hovel.
If I would teach them nothing more;
“savor this, these delicate miles”
until we sit along the pews
and stare into the quietus.
Wake in VegasIf I could drink you from the sky tonightWake in Vegas9 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I would -
drink the brown bourbon blackness
with stars for ice -
as the moonlit-salty neon line
separates the land
from the lonely battered void.
I'll raise a glass to the sky tonight
while the neon splits and the world crashes through
like a broken neck
see me praying you were here - through tumbleweed canyons
through all the static porno waves
that crowd the space between us,
and in swollen spite
watch me clean my bony drunken theatre
of all your hungry, truant atoms.
Fear ebbs - a sober starlight wakes me
cold - inside paltry sobs
I gather you like kindling from the ground - tossed polaroids
in the wind
stack you upon your pedestal
with you watching down
through all this madness
through the bleached love/guilt curtains
like an angel.
Watch me drink to you in the sky tonight
with me still caught in this thickening land
like a quantum boxed-in slave,
like Schroder’s cat, like I might be alive
but I might be dea
Death prayerNow I lay me down in deathDeath prayer13 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That I may seek eternal rest
If I should wake before I'm home
May you stop me before I'm gone
Word of the Day, - October 24, 2014"But I will sing of Thy power; yea, I will sing of Thy mercies in the morning: for Thou hast been my Defense and Refuge in the day of my trouble." ~ Psalms 59:16Word of the Day, - October 24, 201412 hours ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Jerusalem The MightyWhen the lights are shimmeringJerusalem The Mighty17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
and reflecting off the sky
I know there's something magical
When the people stop for just a moment
In a circling flow of hopes and faiths
Similar to childrens dreams
In the city of God where
it is the center of the universe
The mighty and the holy
Oh! Jerusalem my beauty
Three lords acting all as one
and on some nights
the war comes to a rest
To let the city breathe for just
a moment with the glorious embrace
am standing silent
In the circle of it all
Unbeliever in the city of the Gods
Oblivion time....I know there's a placeOblivion time....1 day ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Where you can rest
Where you can sit and clear mind a bit
Stop for a while
And just disappear
I'm sure that you know this
And you escape too
When you start feeling worthless
You just seek the retreat
You just want to forget
You just need more space
So you hide from the whole world
Or just from yourself
DianaThe huntress at her cusp,Diana6 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Risen full she looms
Across the silken waters
To snatch the minds of poets swooned.
Awakened, wild in lunacy,
They hasten from the folds,
Of life’s cyclic obsessions
That man’s lack of purpose molds,
Escapist thoughts begin to warp their vision,
Imagination makes a deep incision,
Severing the line that tethers us to our motherland.
Lifted from the shifting sand,
She takes us in with outstretched hands,
Afloat, entranced to Summerland
Away, dead to the world.
Now we look down from our pinnacle here,
At our bodies rotting at Nadir,
Every second regressing a little more,
Depressed we took the chance to soar,
At that one final glance
We come back down
Our will restored to a pillar of salt,
And found in the presence of this higher ground
That we must never let our passion halt.
Around and AroundAround and AroundAround and Around6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why do we people
Celebrate the birth
of the child of God?
Do you not know that
HE has already
decided our world
Ignorance is a
bliss, don't you agree?
Let us continue
pleading for our dreams
'Redemption on Earth.'
Installed in your minds
our horrible deeds,
our ugly features,
and the bad habits.
Leading you into
The deepest Limbo.
We can not be saved
even if we tried...
Stuck in this tunnel.
I keep hearing,
With this attitude
Am I really sure?
You're a mortal right?
Let me face judgement
from my creator
'Let me die lovely.'
Why can't humans just
escape from prison
just like how we did
'Yes us, the Fallen.'
Because we're naive
This is our nature...
Being a human.
Why are you
Is this your
Are you here?
I chose this fate
This cursed life and
Yes, I a
05Suicide BeingSuicide Being:05Suicide Being12 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see it for it knows it can crush my young open heart.
Crushing every single part.
I have no hope.
I have no ready rope.
Nothing for me.
Just standing in the shade of a tree.
Its breaking my soul.
Its telling me to kill myself.
Its voice repeating it.
Again and again and again.
What is there for me to gain.
Yet, you tell me to go on.
No matter what it says.
You. Yea you.
That bright light.
Can you get me out?
Take me out of the night.
It keeps haunting me.
Please? Oh, please set me free?