#tolls
In the pursuit of death,
We are halted by the occurrence of life,
Debted to hope
And tolled by the terrene
Dec 15, 2021
Dec 15, 2021 at 11:25 PM UTC
In the proud of the night
(well past the community allowance of social mirth)
curfew has been ignored on mass
The town is flooded with its near full population
on the streets
A tension
Intelligence is lost in the mob formation
all tender that something is frowning
that a ‘big thing’ is about to happen
How do you speak out in this field ?
Town Cryer
An old fashioned post but still held
Professional,
he strikes out a pound against the atmosphere
Might I hold your attention Good People
Gods People may I bend your ear ?
Upon my authority
Mark my words
And
As Goodly subjects of our fare town
I ask that you return to your abodes
Account for your household
Barrier your threshold
Tend a warm hearth
And wait out this night
Praying as family
As unit bond
And union under Gods kind eye
The Cryer has given direction
Repeating to all the gatherings he comes upon
By his office he has told them to swear off
The public move
Infected by the nights vibration
Addled and inflamed
Disperse
Crowds coward together
And relax apart
Walking foal, new to footfall
Unsecured
Sparks in the dark
Unguided and untested
Weapons into the criminal night
New spawned characters
Fused
Laughing giddiots,
scolders,
prancers
Diners, not surgeons
Fledded on venoms
Sense riders
As their individual monsters grow they distance one another
They pepper
Repeating the town
Strays of mess opportunity
Few go straight home
A remattered night is made place
An unpracticed costume horror
No dress rehearsal here !
A remattered night is made
Aug 24, 2019
Aug 24, 2019 at 5:13 PM UTC
and then the churches
not a climbing peel
not the telling of bells
but an absense felt
a spirit skin hammering out the pressure
the clung tongues of worry
Babel Tolls
Fellowing
then following
and opposing this
A deprevision blow to the senses
a ballooning calm
A nature of electricity makes itself stage, tone
and is source of beacon
A strobe of invitation
past the the mid mark of night
Jul 17, 2019
Jul 17, 2019 at 11:46 PM UTC
The Highway to Hell
is a toll road
not cheap
Jul 4, 2019
Jul 4, 2019 at 12:39 AM UTC
the foundation of everything
honest to god truth
faith.
what's the use?
The darkness inside you
creeps its way in.
How does one recover,
repair broken trust?
The reaper is on his way,
your soul is no use.
Call a saviour,
pray to the lord,
Maybe he'll decide to pity you.
cause i sure as hell won't,
so good day to you.
Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 3:56 AM UTC
Tattle calls
Curses amongst the Merchants
They hack of new seasons
brided with ill weather
These social breaks
that cement their business relations ;
A ****** of Tongues
A Jinn
A wit that flees port
Fleas to the ears that scout town.
Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 8:49 PM UTC
There's fierce work
Amoungst the Butchers
Tooling upon a diseased cattle cull
A mutter of meats
and turned pieces
To be discussed
by the Monies in charge
stained
wet and heated
Thick knit
Behind clothed doors.
Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 8:47 PM UTC
run revel, run **** and run riot
after the work week
thirsty work
hashed together venges
and business pleasures exceed
to mature into vigorous crime
with the rights
this fit night have given
the office population clamber up their fears
and violently
cram their senses
fist feast your mouther
raw-torn with surplus
a Wendigo playground
go beast upon this crown
this fawn
this chalking morgue
- a bellyful
Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 12:18 AM UTC
Both of those two
That day brawled
Sworn about the tolls
"Reincarnation,
We both shall be boys next life!"
For then they could combat
And he,finally could hit 'she'
Who then be he
Pleased ,said she: I shall reciprocate thee
Laughed at it
Both rolled giggling arms in arms
Or heads on the beseated knees
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 2:34 PM UTC
Palms and hedges and drooping flowers
Redeeming my desperation for a marvel
Palms and hedges and drooping flowers
We’ll get there soon, don’t sulk, let’s go
The moon is low today, something about it
Makes me want to stay, dark green bends,
Said end of an age, not for me, worth it but
I know the Lord does not see like man-kind
Like bells, time tolls, but I’ve run distant – don’t hear ‘em
Like resurrection, time’s ignored, so I’m not afraid to hold you close
Long travels are tiresome but get you were you want to go
And finally I’m in the house of redemption like more – Morrison
It’s easy to love the more long lanes, dark hours
Won’t trade it at all, these what money’s for
Taken with soft tropic pain, I watch the moon alone
But this is bliss, maddening bliss, want it, give me bliss
The moon is bright and old, reflecting the sun
Like I do a great design. City’s a beautiful lagoon
With gems lingering in their own detention
Not it’s not decided so I’ll sing it cold, electric
Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 6:50 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Peanut butter cookies on my red roses
Too many vices for all your excuses,
Sue me for not liking any of my coaches,
I'm hoping,
That you give me the tools that I need
To succeed,
My heart is not filled with greed,
But this is too **** depressing,
I need something to fulfill the needs,
Swear I'll never know what heaven means,
Where the truth resides,
Blowing smoke in the air where
The red rain hides
In your mother's eyes,
Blowing smoke in the air where
The red rain hides......
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 1:04 AM UTC
A dreadful day t'would be to hear
The piercing sound that all do fear
Once clouded mind will all be clear
When the bells sing "death is near"
Run as you might you cannot hide
For the bells they scream inside
Your soul is their's, you're along for the ride
And to the new rules you must abide
They chime their plan to take you away
And by now you've accepted your fate
You follow orders and day by day
From reality you go astray
Death is rounding along the bend
Your sanity left though you hardly pretend
Your family all leaves you but in the end
You realize death was your only friend
To the gates you take your stroll
To offer the undertaker your soul
And rest in the earth to return what you stole
And it's clear to you now for whom the bell tolls
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 4:51 AM UTC
his heart bled into the ground
he held me and whispered
in ****** liquor sighs
go on guapa
as long as there’s one of us
there’s both of us
and I shook like a rabbit
in twilight’s snare
and begged him
don’t go
don’t go
a chant as old
as old
as my bones
together,
once we felt the
earth move
it shook in the late spring morning
and I he warmed my feet
in the sack
when the night was a vacuum
he spilled his seed
on the ground
like some biblical
walk on
and we lived an entire
life
an entire life
in three days
three days of coughing
and struggling to stay still
in the winters dull
and stingy light
from a pale pale
pane in
Indiana
is it safe to
give my _____ to you?
It’s never safe,
I roughly handed it to you
and you felt it’s
shadow every since
with your busted femur
and long trailing stain
resenting the self-made
patricide
bleeding out
on the gray beast
I’m taken
the little rabbit
with a black scar
saving myself from
the tangled
mar that you now
have fallen
If I go on
we both go on
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 4:37 PM UTC