Wednesday, December 28, 2011

When shall I Resume (past)

The world comes and goes,
a world of  Lazarus and Jesus,
and Michelangelo,
The unseen shadow that dwells,
in the consciousness that fell,
to the broken and down...
a host?

The crawling sick that heals,
to the body that shouldn't feel,
but leaves a scar,
that meals upon the flesh,
and becomes it.
Becomes the mouth that talks,
and the bound legs that walk,
but halt,
It changes back and forth,
but lets it believe,
at fault...

The world comes and burns,
to a world of  "Sparrow" and "Poe"
and thine old "Lucifer"...

So now the shadow has risen,
taken over and has been,
waiting to see the next kin,to fall into his abyss...
Now this scar has become a disease,
mealing upon your soul to bleed,
eating your sanity up,
like fleas...

But the world comes and goes...
you see?

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Tink the Tankering Time Dost Tell

Tink the Tankering time does plea
a milisec- to my strenuous creed
Huff the hoping breath does sigh
an eternity to my endless life

Striking does the feather-pen plink
of oil casings drowned in Ink
If one could strike their sins to peace
A hundred lines my pen dost sink

Weary old this man does made
Late of night till Early days
Roar! with godforsaken vain
"I've Lived my last,and my Last is Day!"

Tink the Tankering Clocks do Yell
Seconds before 9 gates of Hell
Huff the dying breath does sigh
An ended life now taken by I.