#turnoil
archangels banish the devil
in the depths of your heaven
like a non-violent exorcism
the likes of which I haven't witnessed
sentimental plague covers our
binary consciousnesses
until the veil burns off
and the ashes feed the land
till it softens
wiping clean the mourning
desiccating grief
from the haunting
worshipped debris
embedded rootless
to the thick of the longing
to the excised fat
of past-time reveries
yet the ivory towers
still stand bared
amidst newborn flowers
sparing no sand
from the hourglass
for an epitaph
for only tomorrows
carry redemption
promising blossoming
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 6:33 PM UTC
What hides in the grey sky this morning?
Concealed behind looming clouds
A strong wind comes
Shaking everything in its wake
It does not hear pleas
It refuses to see reason
Like the fear that comes
With somethings unknown
Trees sway, branches flailing,
Fallen leaves fly with the wind
Across the sky they fall far from the tree
Bit by bit, they lose their memory
No hint of life on the roads
Not even a wisp of a soul
None dare thread
Where the fierce wind blows
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 3:26 AM UTC
a chilling light seeps in
as my restful night
turns gnarled teeth on me.
and in my questioning state,
I dare not leave stones unturned.
I pick, I poke, I tear
under the surface of the sun,
until I not only know the answers,
but hate myself for them.
selling my soul to the devil
may be my only chance of survival.
Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 8:09 AM UTC