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NP Dec 2015
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Why fret? My troubled heart
Simplicity guided you from the start
To decide in desolate matters
Will but pull you into tatters
NP Dec 2015
Choking my throat
with dreams
nightmares
of vivid phantasms
and unknowable futures
NP Dec 2015
A trumpet sounded in an airport
    My ache for home it did report
NP Dec 2015
The speckled trail lay before me
drops of gold, orange and yellow
Trees bare to the bone
Sky striped red as dragon's hide

Now drops of yellow are drops of white
Gold to mush, sky to dark
Flakes of purity descend
Touching my tongue, dissolving

The speckled trail lay before me
Now smooth and without blemish
A beauty lost and a beauty gained
Season's change has remained the same
NP Dec 2015
Men slew dragons in times of old
Not for profit or gold
But for a maiden -
For virtue -
For the Christ -

Noble are they!
Good has sway!

Men slay dragons in times of new
Not for soul or virtue,
But for their gain -
For sport -
For sense' delights -

Noble are they?
Good has sway?
NP Dec 2015
Wandering through these shades
    of light grey, white and blue
Working all my weary days
    I will rest in the True
NP Dec 2015
We have entered into chaos, you and I
yes, the world has slipped through our fingers,
it has been dashed across the water,
leaving shards of ice, where warm things once were.

Cold and empty we have become,
like a harrowing wind on an October day.
All things have grown ancient between us,
the leaves  yellow, and fall into darkness.

This eternal night clutches our soul!
There is no escape from these human things.
We have no Cave to walk from into light,
we are an island in a pond, leave and we die

But who are we to mumble? Did we not know this would come?
We painted our desires too pretty and petty.
Our pride was both our ladder and noose.
We knew this, but still we climbed.

“For ascend we must,” you said, “it is our nature!”
I believed you, you son of satan.
I took the plunge into the depths of my ego…
Progress ensnared me, ambition was ripe and enticing.

It was a lie! I realize now, you tricked me.
You vile serpent. Love of self, you told me was my
salvation, my fulfillment, my happiness… Now I am trapped,
the key to my cage has melted in carnal desire.

Who knew fire could be so cold.

I once asked who you were, the answer was silence.
We are broken into two, you and I.
The mirror shows the face I keep,
but not the ruin I am.

My soul grieves for the waste of my body:
Me, Myself, My Person, wrecked.
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