He walked briskly into a dull light
A soreness on the bridge of he and his being
Strength and Grace has left the eyes
And a long locked up flame is menaced by the cold
Leather hangs from the ghostly gladiator
Sacredness fumbling into degradation
A peaceful generation takes the younger duty
And washes away this beastly frame
His heart was drowned by the greyness
No more a beautiful engine
The dawn is taken
A darkened robbery
This struggling old guard
Forged with secrets behind the eyes
A final humble word
And a mind is done tonight
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 5:28 PM UTC
The people come and ask me
Why the fingers run so wildly
Because they do it quietly
Though they were born quite recently
They've been doing it for awhile you see
Since they run disturbingly
The people act out viciously
But it's exactly this that we
The Dark Blue fingers and I collectively
Get along so swimmingly
We hate the sight of all you pleebs
So let us scratch you in private please
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 1:03 PM UTC
Dark Blue fingers run wildly
Across my listless chest scratching me mildly
Like an impatient birth, insidious babe
Crawling on fingernails down to stain the rug
In this room nicely snug
Left the husk on the bed to sleep instead
Looks at the books who sit all left unread
The tall fingers wipe across the walls making rhymes
Shouting out the window chimes
Sitting on that window pane making legs out of dust
So the sun set on these larks
And the evening takes its remarks
The city will never likely see
Such grime encrusted treachery
Dark Blue fingers run wildly
Across the wood fence where children cry at me
They long for their mothers who take them indoors
So the fingers ***** the glass of the home
And gaze to see the tomb
Of those who invite the starved fingers in
For some company and mirth over gin
And take in the crooked dark blue smile that stretches
The kids are crying wretches
Drinks are done, no more fun, for the monster's run
Is but only at a start
And the dark blue blood pumps through his heart
The city will never likely see
Such grime encrusted treachery
Dark blue fingers run wildly
Across a mantelpiece quite familiarly
The room is a laughing mad struck sickening
The monster is by the fireplace stealing
The looks of the practitioners and reeling
As the party booms on through the evening
The fingers run across those who are leaving
And wipes his bald and grimy face on their own
Taking all their thoughts they've shown
Until they each subside and then wave goodbye
Leaving the monster all alone
Muttering curses on his own
The city will never likely see
Such grime encrusted treachery
The city will never likely see
These fingers running wildly
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 12:58 PM UTC
There is a land
Where the sea hardly reaches
And the crimson expands
Until the mind's wall breaches
Take them to the huts
Of the narrow minded folks
Who will teach them to lighten
Their own beastly yolks
Never will I march
With another foot again
Today this island is mine
And I'll heed to no mortal man
Dec 19, 2012
Dec 19, 2012 at 10:03 PM UTC
Fill us with mist
From a seaward assault
And look to the distance
Where the doves go to walk
A safe house of looking glass
Honoured in brine
Taking in prisoners
To make nothing of time
Faint smells of catch
For tomorrow's our feast
Father's away
On our fierce ocean deep
It caters our weddings,
Sundays, and Yule
Until the mother forgets
We abide by her rule
Dec 19, 2012
Dec 19, 2012 at 10:01 PM UTC
A house bird with a call
So distant and ringing
Alone on a hill
Screams last throughout the singing
Paint now of dreary hillsides
And cold empty lofts
Of torn wallpaper
And warmth all but forgot
Stand atop the crook
The dying widow's peak
And stare down at the neighbours
Who are lifeless in sleep
Stone upon stone
Lined row upon row
They've traded a hearth
For a fresh patch of snow
Dec 19, 2012
Dec 19, 2012 at 9:57 PM UTC
Gaze upon our curtain of Infinity
Watch our eyes
Turn your heads to our silent breath
Take in our existence
You, a note in the song of time
Our faces covering the endless
Canvas we've created
Do you not look upon one of us
With the fondness of incomprehensible more?
Have we not honoured you
With a silhouette of all being?
Century after countless century
We fan our warmth into the heavens
We hold you, we carry you
Into not a universe
But all that will be
And we do this for you
Dec 19, 2012
Dec 19, 2012 at 9:52 PM UTC
Death to a flower
The season draws to an end
Stalk and leaf melt
And their heads finally bend
Settling in for sleep
Yesterday still a light thought
Crushing petals
Winter was finally caught
They lay down their pride
To a soft and easy breath
Stronger in dream
Smiling, conceding to death
Dead rest with comrades
But they too lay amongst foes
Caring nothing
With a deep sigh, so it goes
Dec 19, 2012
Dec 19, 2012 at 9:43 PM UTC
The gossamer wings of pagans
Lifting their broken bodies
Miles away from home
Floating on royal silver and gold
The Pulse of a million free men
Slaughtered over fear and insecurity
The baby nations looking up
At their far away father
And down at a crowd of the ****
Dec 19, 2012
Dec 19, 2012 at 9:40 PM UTC
A lonely warrior of dust and dirt
Taking eternity off his metal shoulders
Perched atop a mountain of enemies
Narrowing down the endless battles to be waged
Dec 19, 2012
Dec 19, 2012 at 9:36 PM UTC