Harness your desire
Like a windmill turning wheels
To the flow of life
The FallDevil’s mirth, Devil’s mirth
Laughing as we sin from birth
Evil crimes, evil signs
Wicked, wicked, hateful times
We are dead, all are dead
In Hell our souls sink like lead
All fall down, all fall down
Kill your friend and drag him down
Putrid words, stupid words
Fly away like brainless birds
Upon burning coal we trod
We tell ourselves that we are Gods
Right now, if we went to Hell
How would we know we even fell?
PewsThe parish waits now,
bent into their shadows --
the loneliness of corners
crawls outward on walls,
cobwebs aligning them
like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in a broken window --
gathered in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery.
My eyes seek out the sermon,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as rays shear the shade,
heave a new glow in the candle box,
pooling in spots like the slow pace of a gathering
We are the ghosts,
light and shadow
composed in ritual all around us.
I like chocolate, and I dislike cliches. And, I like to read poetry out loud.
"He's a real nowhere man
Sitting in his nowhere land
Making all his nowhere plans for nobody
Doesn't have a point of view
Knows not where he's going to
Isn't he a bit like you and me?"
I only write my poetry here. Not, many of my stories. Unless they be for the purpose of participation in competitions.
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