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4. From Omphalos and Into the War Zone4. From Omphalos and Into the War Zone5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The arachnid turned, and receded to the peak of the structure,
The creatures stood as still as the trees,
And soon, they too did retreat back to whence they came in the woods.
~
A powerful gust came to my shoulders,
And at a drumming pace did it come from above…
My ears then beheld in amazement, the beating wings.
~
The numbers were the sort that would leave you speechless,
Endless were the children of Creation, loyal to a dying & holy breath,
Swooping down, as their passing pulled me back towards the edge.
~
Here began my free fall from Omphalos and into the War Zone.
Past the maze which I once did tread, descending the mountain
FrankincenseBring to the altar worldly splendorsFrankincense9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
this star under the first born
let the angel choir sing
mankind's new king
Lucifer's fallLucifer's fall8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Look at yourself!!Look!
You're the brightest star of them all.
See,darling,you're the most beautiful one,
But still,you chose to fall.
Your wings shattered,
And your soul went black,
Did you ever regret it,my dear?
You keep it silent,there's no way back.
You left heaven behind you,
Do you miss it? I know I do,
I miss the innocence and the glitter,
The sweetness of the clouds and the truth.
I miss my wings,
Yes,honey,I lost them too.
See,when you fell,
I jumped. I fell with you.
I just wish you'd take me in your embrace,
Hold me tight and never let me go
Your sinful lips on mine,
Send me the wind and I'll know.
I can feel
The Dreamer and the God (Prologue)The Dreamer and the God (Prologue)10 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The god-killer ran across fresh-fallen snow, dragging his prisoner behind.
They came to a frozen stream and crossed, boots hammering the surface. The noise was loud and erratic, an intrusion into the silent watch of the trees that stood sentinel, armoured in snow. Once they'd reached the opposite bank the captor turned to his captive. A brief pause as they stared at one another, gasping for air.
"You have to know this isn't going to work out." The ragged merchant
Periwinkles and Black HolesPeriwinkles and black holesPeriwinkles and Black Holes8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Resting underneath suns as dark as coals
An arm signed by a razor
Caused by a heart covered in craters
A field of violet abyss
Swallowed by black amiss
Isolated IIsolated IIsolated I4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Build walls around my words
Word-walls around my worlds
Shave off sharp edges
Blunt broken-glass glaciers
Compact, confine, conglomerate
The five in one, the whole wide array
Of thought, behaviour, movement
Into the box of 'normal'
Re-channel, restructure, move maddening impulse
To accepted acceptable action
Break pattern stride shape form
Snap string mid-sentence
Reject repetition, reject rocking, reject unreal reality
Re-shape in readable readiness
For quashing quick-draw question
Silencing scepticism, attacking assumption
But home, here, hearthfire
Here, isolation is intention, internal instinct.
Understood, u
ChainedWhisper in the night,Chained5 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Dreaming, waiting, calling
Child of the starlight,
Not the angel fallen.
But somebody wants other one to come -
The one who screams, who his tune doesn't hum,
The one who screams, who his tune doesn't hum.
Woosh-woosh-woosh-woosh - insane image,
Tu-tu-tu-tump - the chained synerge,
Woosh-woosh-woosh-woosh - the phrase YANA,
Tu-tu-tu-tump - it's not...
Two last ones, two invaders -
One will never calm down,
And the other will cackle -
He's his own life sawn!
Chained like two sides of coin,
Like two halves of crack -
Write their names and you'll see the revelations' stack,
But which are right? Don't k
ParadoxIn This Lazy Night of DreamsParadox5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wisdom speaks & knowledge Gleams
As This Night turns To Dawn
Some rejoice While Others Mourn
For In This Night Death Did Creep
While The World Was Sound Asleep
Unknown to The Sorrows In The Streets
The World Goes On Its Trendy Beats
RuinsFallen, desecrated -Ruins5 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The windows to your soul are stained;
You would kill to be a mosaic, but
You are no Roman empire.
The windows to your soul are stained -
You were never high beloved, no
You are no Roman empire;
You have crumbled under the weight of the world.
You were never high beloved,no -
Fallen, desecrated -
You have crumbled under the weight of the world...
You would kill to be a mosaic.
The presentAncestral times,The present5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Passing over,
The penitentiary,
When the old,
Pass away,
The new,
Arrives.
Overpopulated prison,
You are all,
Copies of,
The prototype.
Like the thorns,
On a rose,
Tearing you,
Like a pack,
Of dumb wolves,
Baboons,
Gorillas,
Urangutans,
Gibbons,
Hyenas,
Like Tyranids,
The urge,
To purge,
Like an inquisitor.
Meteorites,
From the grey sky,
Leaving a wasteland,
Reborn,
In the ash,
Of the ancestors.
The Coliseum, A Lair Of AtrocitiesThe Coliseum, A Lair Of AtrocitiesThe Coliseum, A Lair Of Atrocities6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bloody curtains fall in this malevolent lair,
Cacophonous cracks of broken bones litter the air.
Atrocities sang in twisted hosannas in this coliseum as
The sands mixed with the seas of blood as man
Entwines with beast in a violent dance.
Gladiators were dressed for death as vexations
Were pitted against his own kind.
Violence became a pleasure as well as a curse
That befell this tragic kingdom.
The lightning cracked, flashing combat.
As cold steel kissed warm flesh, at last.
This stage was meant for one victor only.
The crowds howled for more
In the scorching sun to the ebony moon.
The morbid
of victors and survivorsFear is a poison that rips through my bloodstreamof victors and survivors6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and tears at my arteries and fills my vision with red -
and all I can do is sit here and let it. Submissive,
but not passive: that's the difference.
For the first time, I am blind and caught in
utter darkness, engulfing and suffocating,
and I find myself thinking there is nothing here
that is not a tragedy; not me, not you, and not
even the constellations that we name after dead heroes,
or the meadows that we name after wars,
or the scars that we name after nightmares.
I am poisoned by terror, slowly seeping through
the marrow of my bones, inching closer and closer
to something r
The Fall of FollyThe Fall of Folly7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hello, and welcome to the show,
I do not have clues, but this is clear,
The man in the mirror that you see before you,
He's quite the indefinite character,
You see the face, you see the scars,
But every time the man looks, he quakes,
Bashing, Punching dare I say, crumbles the mirror,
No one cares,
Cares for people, but hates himself,
Well, What a contradicted fellow,
Tearing, Smashing into pieces, the life he made,
Yet builds the folly in his life,
One day goes by, the man in the mirror has disappeared,
With little utterances, he begins to question the road of direction,
Why reasoning?, Why insight?,
must I burden myself with t
The MagicianIn the Tarot I was born under the day of the Magician.The Magician8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I bring the powers of Heaven to Earth.
I can control my emotions, my fortunes and my destiny.
I can unify the yin and the yang.
As with balancing the good and the bad.
I myself is as confident as one could be.
for I attack with a blunt sword.
yet part of me remains hidden be hind my confidence.
As I am very intelligent.
I show it through my many debates.
With my knowledge
I know to rise from my failures,
with a confident and flashy way.
Just like my spirit birds;
the Peacock, and the Phoenix.
I cannot be hurt or show it.
For I rise above it all and I am once again born from my pain.
I do not hide my secrets,
but let them renew me.
I am the flower that grows on the dead tree.
I am the wound caused by the blunt sword.
I am the cup that never empties and never fills.
I am the combining force of Heaven's light and Earth's darkness.
I am the magician.
Sinful worldHollow play of dirty childrenSinful world4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Running around the gray city
Humanity's hand made tomb
A cancer that we're stricken
With glory songs and pity
Born 7 serpents from the womb
To bring everlasting peace
A never ending dreamless sleep
With eyes hold wide open,
Stitched mouth with threads of sin
Scream the consequences of vice
While death's blade sinks deep
It'll take your head as token
As your dirty eyes grow dim.
For The ChildrenSilence falls -For The Children5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A nation's head bows,
collective in sorrow.
But we,
we are the fortunate.
Pitter-patter people fall,
with no arms to catch them,
with no graves to rest in -
and no tears fall, no
nation mourns on their
behalf.
Shame on you -
prideful and arrogant -
land of the free.
Impressive that you can
bow your heads for the few,
while they are buried in
the sand.
Those shots rang out
a tragedy -
but it was not heard
'round the world.
The souls that die
before they had the chance
to live,
far out number
twenty-eight.
Mr. Giggles' MelodyMr. Giggles' Melody5 months ago in Visual Poetry More Like This
Ha HA,Ha HA,Ha,ha,ha,
Is what I said, to the lovely people of today,
They joke around, yet love to pout of lovely pessimism,
They call me crazy, but what am I to do,
The Old man tries to console his son, yet the son burns the house to ash,
The constable near the block, has told the man thus far,
That if you beat the little tike, you'll get a lovely pike,
Ha HA,Ha HA,Ha,ha,ha,
Constable and his word, gave him quite a chill,
So he sent the little brat, down to the looney bin,
No match, no spark, for him to even use,
But dare I say, to the chair, went to smoke and ash,
Burning, smoke, and radiant fire,
all begin with one thing in co
The Toppers' EpitaphThe Toppers' Epitaph7 months ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Routine and Inspection, of things to come,
One day here, and knowing not,
One day gone to Death, and Strife,
As of now, the purpose he won,
But to the topper's liking found,
Only Death ,and Misery,
In L.I.M.D.O.S he waits for the name beguiled,
Accompanied by, judges three,
In Hunt for the name that escapes the mind,
Desperately, on the watch,
Tick, is the word that repeats itself,
Not before, What name is Tick?
So down, and down, the Door of Time,
As I go, far and wide,
Upon the table, with Clocks of Past,
Broken still, and never dead,
Tock the hat, with name and strife,
Questioning still, no answers in sight,
T
AddictionBroken hopes have roped them inAddiction8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Cravings spoken by their sins
Savings spent to dust again
Actions fueled by greed
Soaking tongues salvate and savor
Rocket highs and potent flavors
Trading pockets, friends and favors
Taste buds start to bleed
Neighbors who trusted each other
Backstab and sell out their brother
Just to taste that devil butter
A sea full of misdeeds
Shaking in anticipation
Can't escape the situation
Hooked in by their desperation
Your system wants to feed
Addiction cracks the sanest mind
Polluting thoughts from the inside
Corrupted souls commit the crime
You can't deny the need
Here and BackHere and Back6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Naked generation:
We hide behind transparent covers,
Looking at the others,
Identifying,
While they identify us.
Disposable generation:
There is no art,
There are only the pictures
That flash before us.
Funded, collaborated, tossed.
Loveless generation:
Modern, sleek upgrades
Nothing lasts forever.
Nothing lasts until tomorrow.
Stopped search for lasting objects.
Starving generation:
Beyond any sense of loss,
Beyond empty photos,
Beyond plastic wrap,
We are hungry,
And we let ourselves die:
Reborn Generation.
Buried ObjectsBuried Objects5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
When my eyes roll
To the back of my head,
I can see my thoughts,
Even the ones I didn't
Know were there.
I've lost some things back there.
Where is the bottle of
Scotch when I feel depressed?
I keep that in a special place.
What about the neat suit
I wore to every wedding,
Every funeral,
every extra special occasion?
It's hung up around here somewhere.
Where do I keep that
Extra bright lamp,
Which I use to expose
Every dirty thought,
Every monotonous journey,
As if to question their very existence?
I forget where I hid it,
It doesn't turn off.
And the plastic bag that suffocates you?
When you're in a tiny room,
When yo
Neon RainbowAfternoon, I sleep awoken,Neon Rainbow8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
with a mess inside my mind.
In a place i'll know forever,
I will never leave behind.
But then cobalts call me, sky.
Life in blossom, firefly.
A smile once appears in me,
In rainbow palette,
With a wondered look,
a small sihouette.
Happiness, a burst of sweetness, joy.
Dash of love, and i am just a boy.
A spectrum, imploding heart,
there's no side to back.
Just need breathe, and be alone,
retrieve the attack.
Beauty at day, shining arc.
Fades out away, It's a dream.
When it's not, during night.
Raises upon neon beam.
Now i am able to see.
Not what is, but what will be.
Dream. and never sleep,
I
Martian HaikuThe Canals dried upMartian Haiku8 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The face was a smudged lens
But Mars is still Red
A World of WinterA world without summer or spring,A World of Winter5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A world that does not turn,
Frozen in time and ice.
The sun cannot bless us with its kiss,
Only caress the silver clouds,
And inflame the chill.
Oceans of ice
Deserts of snow
Fields of both
Obelisks of stone,
Metal,
And ice.
Eternally standing,
Keeping watch over the burning cold.
Creatures in furs of white,
&
Sta.sh
