#horsemen
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*The name on my lips
is a prophecy
An unsustainable breath of life
It sparks revolutions
both for and against
To say it is to pray it
in a word, a phrase, a life sentence
And it lies scattered on the beach
Put your ear to a seashell
and listen
Listen for the sound of terrible canyons of static
Of plastic birds
decomposing trees
Things we lost in the fire
Listen for the starvation tapes
For the voice of people who eat darkness
and make big fires out every little syllable
Listen for the work of reformatting spiders
spinning social webs to burden and ensnare
naïve reckless hearts
Listen for the heartless aftermath
and the building blocks of sheer madness
Listen for the sound of weeping
at the memory of peace*
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Feb 5, 2023
Feb 5, 2023 at 10:27 PM UTC
You visited Darkness on my doorstep
A maelstrom of madness behind a cracked clown's mask
Your rictus grin cast shadows on my house guests
An upheaval of war broke out at gentile dinner party
Your heavy booted footsteps echoed in the antechamber
As you strode so confident into cacophonious dinner
Laying hands on hors d'eouvres and rotting sweet flesh
Forcing famine to descend on friendly folk
You played with the delicacy of human frailty
As you coughed with hollow wet echoes, racking paper lungs
Spreading filth and vile pox from woman to man
A sickly green pestilence wrapped tendrils around them all
And lastly, you stood before me brandishing gloved finger
You pointed at my chest and asked me, "Are you ready?"
The delight you took from all this rancor, truly sickening
You visited death upon my dining table with glee
But death won't get what it wants on this cold day
Not with heavy heeled boots of war, nor from feast to famine
Not with the pox of pestilence, no horse will drag me away
You came bearing darkness my friend,
But in a quiet valediction, I shall have to ask you to leave
Feb 26, 2020
Feb 26, 2020 at 6:02 PM UTC
The wind howls from the north.
A cold blizzard has struck;
Leaving the man astray;
But the poet couldn't stop.
A horseman approaches...
Fate? Death? Destiny?
None of those;
It was reality.
The reality of a memory never forgotten.
The reality of a touch never betrayed.
The reality of a gaze upon ones glass eyes never amiss.
The reality if it being what it is.
The winter sparrow tells an Autumn tale of lust
Medusa engraved the moment on Smokey Quartz.
The witch added the forbidden lovers spice to the brew.
And the horsemen rode off into the night with all he could take.
Yet, the poet lusts for more.
His muse, she too wants that.
But what is may never be...
Or could they both be wrong?
Only time can tell
What only the moon knows.
Until the winds howl again.
Unless they never stop.
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 6:11 PM UTC
almost caught around cold marble corners,
stealing strawberries
never noticed by the common crowds,
painfully singled out by the mobs
snatching frozen kisses through double sided mirros,
make me look conceded
silver moments savored by golden windows,
showing worlds who never cared
wondering why we are labeled as villain,
they are the crude smokes that filling ****** skies
contaminated by pleas of those who perspire over you,
fall me upon silent ears
slink around in dark damp under-secret tunnels,
intials engraved within an immature heart pressured into perfection by natural issues
pollution, famine, war, death
four horsmen ready to ride unto an unforgiving world,
but i am the best
the horsemen can never outrun me
i'll always be just behind the almost-loyal congregations, lying in wait amongst the shadows not cowering,
waiting for their side effects to set in
it never takes long
for the noble steeds stomp upon my seeds of doubt,
pressing them firmly in with blood, sweat and tears
first, little sprouts, then large blinding leaves and rolling suffocating vines with poison thorns
don't ***** yourselves children, the fear will set in
Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 11:05 PM UTC