IscariotIscariot in Free Verse More Like This
I sit solemnley beneath a courtyard,
Where the sun elopes the moon;
And upon my spindle, spinning,
A spool of scarlet red,
Upon the loom.
This tapestry of ages,
Gem-colored stories and tales of old-
As warriors take their last breaths,
And suffer pains five-fold.
Carried, their souls, upon a clash,
Of thundering hooves and chariots;
As wind coils upon a trophy dashed
From the blood of a fabled Iscariot.
And fire leaps o'er mountaintops,
Decorating dead spirits gold-
While screams and groans
Soiled saints are sacrificed,
The stories weave themselves,
Upon fabled fantasies
Never reality wrought forth,
Yet twisted beneath the feet
Of glorious gardens and
Mangled golden-fleeced trees.
While humanity and
Sanity alike are
Beneath the bloodied seas,
And while the virgins weep,
And calloused hands
Caress bleeding, dying sheep;
The lance that tears
Through blessed water,
Brings forth a day so dimmed;
O'er skies that rise in wounded
Dignity each day,
Hello fatherHello father,Hello father in Free Verse More Like This
Your daughter is suicidal-
She wastes her life away
With turquoise tears
And the blood made,
By bashing her head,
Against the mirror's
Down every crying pore,
While she stores her nightmares,
In a box ready to burst.
Their parents, ignoring, insensitive,
Who mourn over
What could have been-
And should have never, ever been.
She lays in a tomb
Dosed with rat poison,
Dead, down, in a grave
Filled with the demons
She tried to force from her head.
Your daughter is suicidal.
Hello father, she'll be gone in a little while.
All the thoughts in your pretty little head...
Because of you, your daughter's dead.
PetalsPetals in Free Verse More Like This
Lovingly she lays her hand
Upon a rose fallen within the sand,
Its petals buried beneath the ground
Only the stem and leaves were found;
One petal hidden underneath a stone,
Reflecting a lover that lay all alone
Disquieted dreams plague her in her sleep,
While it burrows beneath the sand and
With the tide will always weep.
The second lay beenath a shell,
Brightly colored and beautiful,
Yet its inside a cold hell-
As it shimmers with translucent tenacity,
Its inside delves into utter insanity-
A curious man brings to the naked ear,
And hears the shallow, screaming ocean inside,
Filled with such desperate fear.
The third is seen within the sky,
Admired by the naked eye;
Held by a seagull's talons within the air,
With goals and fate that become brilliant
And yet tear after failed attempts to fly,
Struggling to get up and become resilient,
Yet the seagull and its companion slowly fall and die.
The last and foremost petal had,
Fallen within the watered sand,
Faced with hardships so strong,
The Rose of ArchipelagoThe Rose of Archipelago in Free Verse More Like This
Beware the thoughts so revered,
In the timeless month of May.
Where the sun shines bright,
Betrayed as the dark
Thieves the light.
Beware the rose,
So malignant and mischievous
Her gown flowing like the sea,
Mottled with blood, such a blood-red tone
Voice clotted in misery.
Her lips a soft,
Eyes forget-me-nots in bloom.
Yet its blue hue,
Begs more than this
As her lust for compassion is true.
Like a rose, she falls,
Within the dark Archipelago
As shadows cover rock
Skin slips against skin,
And cream brings forth
Shallow pleasure after dark.
As waves foam white
And slap against
Their children, the
Shells of sea and stone.
She lies beneath the wailing
Alone, so alone.
Used and bartered,
For pleasure-filled lies,
She utters in disgust
A last prayer spent,
Of words hell-sent
And brings forth a single grain of dust.
"We are only as good,
As what we make ourselves.
And we fall within the devil's sway;
Yet now I know, I am
As feeble as this,