"fosters" poems
In pubs with bar flies.
Kronenburg, Becks, Carling, Stella Artois and Fosters,
Dancing in our blood,
Utterly inured; we are endured by all:
The solipsism most profound.
And when Johnnie, Jack and Jameson join,
The sentimental and the morbid
Are conjoined.
And ****
In the custody of beer halls,
The shadows that draw, fade,
And calls – e’en Death’s! -- are put on hold!
No time; instead, before the last, another pint.
For in this hallowed inn,
Drinking what’s in the glass,
And espousing the glow within,
Cares regress.
No woes,
Or loaded psyches,
For when the pressure builds,
The best: a jet of yellow bliss,
Relieves the pain,
On Armitage Shanks' porcelain.
Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 6:50 PM UTC
~~PASSIVE PASSION~~
Endures & Binds,
when
Provocations Looseth the Soul.
How
Submissive & Impulsive,
Yet so Very
Paradoxical a Paranoid !
~~RUSTED TRUST~~
Forges & Sharpens,
when
Life's Brunts Maketh the Soul.
How
Ironic & Caustic,
Yet so Very
Powerful a Predominance !
~~VANQUISHED VANITY~~
Fosters & Transcends,
when
Identity Forageth the Soul.
How
Narcissistic & Intransitive,
Yet so Very
Surreal a Sacrifice !
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 9:59 AM UTC
Onam Reminds
Onam reminds me of the venomous mind
That overthrew a just ,kind king ,unkind
Aryan imperialism subjugating the Dravid
The white over the black , dark apartheid
Justice of the black is unjust for the white
A matter of jealousy, dissatisfaction and fight.
For the British, Indians were raw to be refined
As Allopaths frown upon Ayurvedics as bad.
But, what is the truth? think of the covered past
Weigh evidences: from history, literature and art
Of all non-whites; really, they were and are super
In many respects, hence, awake from your stupor.
India shall not be a kite of any ruler outside
No race is Blessed to override anyone beside;
Almighty considers all equals - by their deeds
It is That, that fosters all by weighing our deeds.
When greed of man rudely jeopardizes the Nature
Nature jeopardizes human life, making a fracture.
Torrential rain or draught is a positive measure
Applied by It on earth (as earth-quake) to treasure.
Man like Vamana tries to grow and measure the earth
Other planets ,heaven or hell to exploit Nature’s wealth
As Jehovah ,the Almighty, Brahma, or Allah, the Cause
Of that Pulsation is everywhere, beware man! and pause!
Sep 12, 2012
Sep 12, 2012 at 3:55 AM UTC
Sitting round the barbecue
there's Paddy, Jeff and me
Mary is on Paddy's right
as happy as can be
Kath is sitting next to Jon
while Chrissy chats with Fay
Paddy passes round the brew
on an orange, plastic tray
Someone grabs a guitar
and begins a happy song
No one knows the melody
but still we sing along
Over comes old Lucifer
his hooves are keeping time
Three hot dogs on his pitch fork
(and one of them is mine)
"I hate to break this up" he says
"the boss is on his way
And if we don't pass muster
then there will be Hell to pay
So put away that beer my friends
and hide that barbecue
Now everyone look miserable
and maybe we'll get through".
A golden light came shining in
as Jesus crossed the room
Paddy swung a pick ax
and I swept with a broom
And Lucifer he cursed at us
and cracked an evil whip
And then a half gone Fosters
went and fell from Paddy's hip.
You could have heard a pin
drop as that bottle hit the floor
Lucifer just shook his head
he knew what was in store
But Jesus Christ he grabbed
that brew and gave a wicked smile
"For an ice cold pint of Fosters
I would walk a country mile"
So the joint again was rockin’
And Jesus lead the way
He said “if it were up to me
I think that I would stay”
Then he downed another bottle
And he said ‘oh by the way,
My dad would not be cool with
this so hold your tongues, ok?"
We never let the secret slip
and all is right and well
And if you’d like to join
us at this barbecue in Hell
Then we have a simple rule
you see, that everyone abides
You can come and go eternally
but religion stays outside.
Nov 4, 2011
Nov 4, 2011 at 2:56 AM UTC
no emotionally ecstatic experience compares
to the seminal instance
whence spermatozoa
(from profuse *********** beget
the miraculous propensity
to procreate despite the steep odds
female fertility fosters potential impregnation
fusing the hereditary debt
of feral, fiery, fomenting friskiness
fueling fancy free footloose fornication
prior to seminal fertilization union
sans ova doth induce fret
full ness in tandem with
diametrically opposed exultant sensations
(biologically, embryonically, microscopically,
et cetera) seismic shocks inject
when deliberate intent arises to disregard
applying prophylactics choice
plying reproductive roulette let
which analogous fruitful uterine plain
bastes the "cooking" egg omelette
which impregnation upends cessation of "self"
first and foremost asper desire to breed
wrenching role of "me" as operative
of webbed world de jure upon
consummating that most miraculous deed
necessitating yet for the fecund female relief
from messy menstrual cycle
she becomes temporarily freed
that perhaps a novitiate (or even a gal practiced
in the euphoric family, she instinctually
abides prenatal signals that heed
without feeling debased, harangued, lectured
pedagogical, polemical, puritanical, et cetera blast
assessing copulation enjoyed gloriously,
ineluctably, kinesthetically
lectured by elder, especially cast
in thee reel life drama, that nine months
til offspring utters initial whimper
elapses exceptionally fast
emitting a radiant golden halo wishing
to bottle confluence of hormonal secretions last
ideally fully awake to the birthing process,
when juiced the first stage of maternity past
cuz every moment thee inconsolably
(perhaps colicky infant)
gets first dibs to suckle,
which round the clock nursing
consumes moments many vast.
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 11:04 PM UTC
I was born of a fisherman, fine and faithful
Faithful to God and the sea, faithful to my mother and me
I am a daughter of the sea, sensible and salty
To the sea I am impressed, there is peace that permeates
Perhaps it is in my bones, Portuguese explorer’s blood
When I breathe the salt air, its spirit deflects despair
This love derives from my father, this love affair with saltwater
This man of the sea fosters respect, but also tends to overprotect
Perhaps the sea prepared him to be practical and prudent
Undulating waves shaping his vision, dreams escorted to fruition
For these dreams I am grateful, for the breath of the sea
The lust the ocean produces in me
The love from his heart, the love from the sea
Floated over the waters so lavishly so lovely
I'll send him a kiss across the Atlantic
I hope it lands neatly on his cheek
I hope it reaches him, quick
Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 2:18 PM UTC
Her eyes are the stained glass broken from confession.
Her withered hair buried beneath dirt gravel.
Her forbidden mind fosters slobs of crazy.
Her mind is a battlefield of Trojan takeover.
Her bare feet remember sacred ground of tainted memories.
Her ears embrace the screech of still weather.
Her grapefruit mouth juiced with venom is tasteless.
her sharp egg shelled fingertips woven from braids of straw.
Her body is the Earthquake ruptured by the vibrations of collision.
Her thoughts trespass gated abandonment
Her firework pen exploding with gunpowder secrets.
Her gunpowder secrets deterring the sanity.
Her cracked lips cobweb from silenced words.
Her puppet stringed smile puts on a show to the audienced world.
Her soul has been toyed with by the cynical Fates.
Her echo without direction is a heartbroken drum line.
Her armor has been dowsed with sharp, penetrating words.
Her skin has painted stories interior to her porcelain frame.
Her soulless story can be dry swallowed by rocks.
Her tears bleed of whispered screams.
Aug 9, 2012
Aug 9, 2012 at 2:02 PM UTC
No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist
Wolf's-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;
Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss'd
By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine;
Make not your rosary of yew-berries,
Nor let the beetle, nor the death-moth be
Your mournful Psyche, nor the downy owl
A partner in your sorrow's mysteries;
For shade to shade will come too drowsily,
And drown the wakeful anguish of the soul.
But when the melancholy fit shall fall
Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud,
That fosters the droop-headed flowers all,
And hides the green hill in an April shroud;
Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose,
Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave,
Or on the wealth of globed peonies;
Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows,
Emprison her soft hand, and let her rave,
And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.
She dwells with Beauty--Beauty that must die;
And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips
Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh,
Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips:
Ay, in the very temple of Delight
Veil'd Melancholy has her sovran shrine,
Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue
Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine;
His soul shalt taste the sadness of her might,
And be among her cloudy trophies hung.
2.5k
partying is better than sitting at home like a parents boy
i like parries in every single way
i like kids who party despite what their parents say
you see they drink alcohol and get drunk and they are having fun
their parents are talking if they are the only ones to be young and dumb
why can’t we party, it’s fun and cool, why not
i want my own stories to tell my grandchildren rather than just telling your stories
i know you had fun, so why can’t i, i deserve the right party mood
cause all young dudes wanna party
i like partying watching the footy yeah
c’mon dudes pour some ***** on me i am cool
get into some trouble with me, but not bad trouble
make sure nobody spikes your drink, ready to party right
i like partying in every single way
with victoria bitter and carlton draught and a jim beam, how cool
so c’mon dudes pour some bourbon on me and let’s party on
i think parents are the biggest hypocrites on earth
they party really bad but they hate us doing it
i like to party, i like i like to party every single day
with a west coast cooler and a bottle of scotch with coke, how cool
i know we feel like vomiting and we sometimes feel sick
but we need to understand what goes on in the club
yeah, the good times, and there are plenty of them
who cares how bad your hangover is, think of the good times
i like partying because for a young dude it is pretty fun
there will be people who yell at you, but you should think of the people who don’t
i will take a sip out of a jug of beer and someone yells at me
but i don’t complain because i like to PARTY real hard
i remember my friend at school used fosters as his first beer
my first beer was export light, in the kiddie section of the supermarket
XXXX was my first beer i got ****** on and i enjoyed that a lot
and if your hypocritical parents force you to stop partying
say to them, get a life, we are the future of this world
i like partying every single day
i used to buy beer out of every ounce of my pay
bills were being paid, but i was to young and cool to care
but you change but there is one thing for sure
i will never stop being a party dude
i am not a hypocrit, never a hypocrite, but i am not a parent either
and i party while i say, PARTY ON DUDES, and never give in to what conservative parents think
PARTY ON, and say ROCK AND ROLL PARTIES TO THE RESCUE, dudes
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 6:46 AM UTC
Impatient fosters stand,
Awaiting for their boy turned man.
Their face an oasis of emotion,
His the same-
Simply gilded in rock facade, no notion.
Implanted in societal grasp,
No care today, could barely rasp.
Thoughtful vernacular struck me quite,
Made me realize,
What I'm doing is right.
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 10:17 PM UTC
you're welcome.
welcome here.
welcome into my life
welcome into
my heaven and my hell
here
meet my demons
and the Angels
that help me fight them
welcome here
where music is sometimes
the only way I can feel
welcome to your new home
welcome to
a broken home that has
adopted habits and mannerisms that
make the walls sag
and groan
with pains
a home that fosters
echoing memories
welcome home to emptiness
aching
for fulfillment
welcome home to a mess on the floor
the kind that everyone else just stepped over and ignored
except you
you bent down and quietly picked up the shards of shattered beliefs
you showed them to me and said
"let's put this back together"
and we did
we sat at the coffee table
that before
was just another trip hazard
now serves
as the foundation
for the picture we're putting together
piece by piece
and suddenly
I'm laughing
and the walls are brightly colored
and there are windows open
to a grand sunrise and
for the first time
I realized
I had stopped holding my breath
because I didn't have to count to a million failures
to find
a fresh start
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 9:18 PM UTC
Negativity is not always overtly depressive,
Positivity is not always overtly happy.
Negativity eats away, piece by piece.
It hides in the banal.
Its disguised by layers of colour,
Noise, applause.
Negativity is drip fed, unnoticed.
The bland
The ordinary
The acceptable
Even the comfortable.
Negativity keeps you in your place,
Convinces you
How good you’ve got it,
Fosters no hope,
Breeds joy in superficiality.
Negativity is not a natural state of mind.
No one wants it, yet
Its continually perpetuated by those
Who are blind to it.
Negativity tells you that Positivity is frivolous and childish,
Happy-clappy psycho-babble,
Is an immense effort, an uphill struggle,
A dream, stupid, deluded, unobtainable…
Well, it would, wouldn’t it? Its Negative.
Negativity sets you unattainable goals,
Holds up a false mirror,
Tells you that you need to be
What you can’t be…
But still you ache, drive, strive
To get there,
Concentrating all energy on it,
To the detriment of all else.
Jul 21, 2020
Jul 21, 2020 at 1:42 PM UTC
Glad to know this girl, with intellect and quirky wit,
I long to have her company and with her sit
Long discussing life’s complexities and simple truths.
Love fosters trust, then no thing's hidden or obtuse.
Mar 6, 2010
Mar 6, 2010 at 11:13 AM UTC
.
these are things that make me Sad:..
imagining how sad that Powder must be...
...after Labor day.
imagining how sad rabecca Black must be...
...on Wednesday.
imagining how sad quasiModo would be...
...in Gattaca.
imagining how sad rosie oDonnel would be...
...in Ethiopia.
imagining how sad benjamin Button woulda been..
...in Neverland.
imagining how sad sleeping Beauty would be...
...finally waking Up........n seeing meDusa.
imagining how scared free ***** must be...
...of sunshine aQuarium.
imagining how scared jimmy Neutron would be...
...in sleepy Hollow.
imagining how scared that Pingping musta been...
...of Sultan.
imagining how scared that Avatars woulda been...
...of ******
imagining how scared that Petrified wood would be...
...of paul Bunyan. (Dumb xD)
imagining how scared
six jodie Fosters would be
in a Panic room with seven Hannibals.
imaging how bad trig Palin would be...
...at Trigonometry. (too Much..)
imagining how bad epiLeptic children are...
...at Laser tag.
imagining how bad steven Hawking would be...
...at Roller derby.
imagining how bad that Rainman woulda been...
...at Rain dancing.
imaginging how bad helen Keller woulda been...
...at Karaoke.
imagining how bad desiree Jennings musta been...
...at Hopscotch.
imaginging how effortlessly,
robin willams was Acting...
...in will Hunting.
too Soon?...
...Oh........Sorry.
"Thats okay...
...its not your Fault."
Thanks babe.
.
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 7:44 PM UTC
Were that I were bounteous,
Were that I were strong,
Were that I had substance
I would sing for freedom’s song.
I would sing, as does a blackbird
With a resonance so clear
As to wake the deaf of humankind
And hound their jaded ear.
To awake their sense of sameness
To jolt their sense of fair,
To arouse the warmth of brotherhood,
To cleanse our racist air.
For the blacks, the whites, the brindle
Are homogenously one,
You break the skin, the blood is red
We’re born beneath one sun.
Each man loves his mother’s warmth
Each man holds his wife,
Each man feeds his children
And cherishes his life.
So where’s the racial difference?
What makes this problem start ?
What prompts the cold Kalashnikov
To **** that other heart?
What prompts back alley beatings
Of infidels who stray ?
What price religious difference
By men who say they pray?
Who is this God who fosters war ?
How can he profess to be
A champion of sanity
To unleash this killing spree ?
Were that I were bounteous,
Were that I were strong,
Were that I had wisdom
I would sing for freedom’s song.
I would sing for racial harmony,
I would sing for such a day,
That men could laugh together
Be they black or white or grey.
Marshalg
For the United States of Humanity.
2 July 2011
Jul 1, 2011
Jul 1, 2011 at 12:15 PM UTC
Team one will go North of the church to the Lake Paul area. Team two will go East On Old v.f.w. road and scout all the trails there. Team three will go west to Wolfards crossing. And team four will go South to Fosters creek. Radio in if anything is seen. Stay on channel 15. Before all the teams leave do a radio check. All ready! Here we go. We are most likely looking for a black bear or possibly a huge mountain lion.
))This is Team North do you copy. No movement or anything unusual.
)) This is team East.. Had a little movement but they were nothing but raccoons.. All clear so far...
)) This is team South! We have major movement here by the creek! Its running an we are in pursuit! Dogs are going crazy! ))) Gunfire ))) Team south do you COPY!!! TEAM SOUTH DO YOU COPY? this is team South! We got it!!! We got it!! Its a grizzly bear! I can't believe there is one this far down South!
Good work guys! We will meet up with you guys shortly
Look at the size of it! Wow! This is surly our killer! Where is team West Team West do you copy? " I think they are on a different channel. Ill head out there and go and get them. " Yeah it tried to get close but the dogs spooked her away! She could run but not outrun our bullets! This has to be some kind of record!"
)) All teams do you copy!? Yes go ahead John.. Go ahead John are you there? You guys need to see this! Hurry!
" Oh my Lord! Is that all of them!? No some of them are over there." But they are all dead! Torn apart! The entire team is dead! 15 people dead just like that! They did put up a fight as there is bullet shells and shotgun shells every where. " What the hell were they shooting at? "
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 2:51 PM UTC
no emotionally ecstatic experience compares
to the seminal instance
whence spermatozoa
(from profuse *********** beget
the miraculous propensity
to procreate despite the steep odds
female fertility fosters potential impregnation
fusing the hereditary debt
of feral, fiery, fomenting friskiness
fueling fancy free footloose fornication
prior to seminal fertilization union
sans ova doth induce fret
full ness in tandem with
diametrically opposed exultant sensations
(biologically, embryonically, microscopically,
et cetera) seismic shocks inject
when deliberate intent arises to disregard
applying prophylactics choice
plying reproductive roulette let
which analogous fruitful uterine plain
bastes the "cooking" egg omelette
which impregnation upends cessation of "self"
first and foremost asper desire to breed
wrenching role of "me" as operative
of webbed world de jure upon
consummating that most miraculous deed
necessitating yet for the fecund female relief
from messy menstrual cycle
she becomes temporarily freed
that perhaps a novitiate (or even a gal practiced
in the euphoric family, she instinctually
abides prenatal signals that heed
without feeling debased, harangued, lectured
pedagogical, polemical, puritanical, et cetera blast
assessing copulation enjoyed gloriously,
ineluctably, kinesthetically
lectured by elder, especially cast
in thee reel life drama, that nine months
til offspring utters initial whimper
elapses exceptionally fast
emitting a radiant golden halo wishing
to bottle confluence of hormonal secretions last
ideally fully awake to the birthing process,
when juiced the first stage of maternity past
cuz every moment thee inconsolably
(perhaps colicky infant)
gets first dibs to suckle,
which round the clock nursing
consumes moments many vast.
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 1:11 AM UTC
Love was betrayed in winter's stillness;
it withered under silent snow.
I stare out windows made of ice and
see the yard's gate half closed.
My frozen garden has lost its bloom;
a brown stained rose on the window sill
a reminder still.
While embers smolder in the hearth
a grey sky fosters surrender.
My banal deed is a sheet of ice,
touching it stings your fingers.
A bitter taste is in my mouth for
lies can never hold a love for long.
The tea kettle still hisses, steam curls
into the room of barren table, two empty chairs.
Excruciating is the heaviness in my chest.
Betrayal is the cowards way;
love is only for the brave,
Nov 19, 2010
Nov 19, 2010 at 9:01 AM UTC
"Walk amongst the similes"
Or so her mother said
For there you'll find a garden
Which fosters, like your head
Ideas
Phrases
You'll find the dirt and grass
Of the words
"Like" or "As"
You shall see
Things
Grow
Fire, Earth, Water, and Air
can all be
comparisons there
to Life
Power
Emotion
Perhaps you'll find the people
comparing to each other
not necessarily fighting
just getting to know one another
She is like him
He is like her
I suggest you pick a couple
to nurture in your head
so when you wonder what to write
you'll look to those instead
Of
Nothing
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 11:34 PM UTC
The devil resides in my
right arm
&
God,
my left
sometimes I wonder
what would be
left
if I decided to not take action from fear of choosing the wrong step
hell coexists in
my mind
&
Heaven,
my heart
yet I think
that’s indeed my
art
the ability to manifest the myriad of universes within me as opposing they are
nightmares dwell within
my sleep
&
Hope,
my breath
where in that
reality fosters fantastical
depth
that every intake harbours the fate my world could change for the best
My reality is torn into two by
my existence
&
Yet,
life ensures
my contradictory nature
leads to positivity
assured
a metamorphosis turning my
temptations to strength guaranteeing
ethereal horizons to be made
broad
Jun 26, 2019
Jun 26, 2019 at 10:24 AM UTC
"Unleashing the Soul's Journey" [Two]
In the depths of despair, where shadows reside,
A flicker of hope, waiting to guide.
Through trials and tribulations, we find our way,
Unyielding, persistent, we rise each day.
When storms brew and thunder roars,
Remember, within you, strength soars.
For within every tempest, a calm does abide,
A resilient spirit, ready to stride.
In moments of doubt, when faith is tested,
Believe in yourself, you are divinely blessed.
The power of your dreams, your purpose, your might,
Can illuminate the darkest night.
Embrace the scars that tell your tale,
They speak of resilience that will never fail.
For what doesn't break you, only makes you strong,
A testament to the battles you've fought for long.
In the silence of solitude, listen closely,
To the whispers of your soul, speaking softly.
It knows the way, the path to your bliss,
Follow its guidance, for there lies your abyss.
Seek inspiration in nature's embrace,
The gentle sway of trees, the sunlight's grace.
For in the simplicity of the natural world,
We find serenity, our spirit unfurled.
Choose kindness as your guiding star,
A ripple of compassion, traveling far.
For in lifting others, you lift yourself,
A selfless act that fosters inner wealth.
So, embrace the journey, the highs and lows,
For they shape you, as life unfolds.
With each new dawn, a chance to renew,
To discover the depths of what you can do.
Remember, you hold the key to your fate,
With resilience and courage, you navigate.
Trust in yourself, let your spirit ascend,
For your soul is limitless, its beauty knows no end.
I hope this additional poem brings you even more inspiration and lifts your soul higher. May it remind you of the strength, resilience, and limitless possibilities that reside within you.
Dec 19, 2023
Dec 19, 2023 at 2:02 PM UTC
Through the fog and through the rain
and the midst of my escape
to seek a hope of rescue I await
that though I fell away
I become the master of the energies I once believed could not be tamed
And So I thank you
Thank you, for setting forth instruction, fufillng the indulges of my desire to be taught
In my adolesence
I listen to The Order of Your Word,
carried out through training
adhereing in self-discipline
I now had learned to crawl..
that in the giving of free will, I be given way to step my foot in straight directed forward path, to spread the power of your Love
Thank you, for the Wisdom to know choice
for even though evil ways I crossed
you granted opportunity
to raise me up and walk
Thank you, for the Wisdom that's your Son
Who descended from the heavens to
to guide the way in sacrifice
that our hearts may see the light, never growing cold, to be overshadowed by the darkness, that fades into the night
A Knowing, Through Jesus, The Law Fulfilling Christ
That in Wisdom we come to know the Truth
Truth that set forth Wisdom descended from the heavens to carry out the Truth
A spreading of the seed that through Wisdom you come to know the Truth
That Truth may blossom like the flowers of the field in hopes you be carried out by Wisdom
To the land that fosters only Truth
Truth that is of Wisdom
Because Wisdom is of Truth
Because Wisdome is the truth
Because Wisdom was The Word guided by the Truth
Because Wisdom is The Word Of Truth
In Ascention, to once again unite
The Trinity
The Infinite Divine
Cause the only path To Truth is Wisdom
because only Wisdom knows the Truth
Because Wisdom is the Truth
And Truth resides in Wisdom
Like Wisdom resides in Truth
And To Find Truth You must Find Wisdom
That it takes,
Wisdom to Know Truth
The Truth that is God
Thank you, that my loving you was my absolute and greatest fear
Whether I be right or whether I be wrong
It was in my sinning That I found the Fear of God
doors that led to my refuge
that I may know liberation
offerings he presents, to represent, his representations, of representatives
In that, Rising from submeregence
Thank you,
Blind that unblinded I became
I come to know the penalty,
A life without a cost, without cause
For such name I could not bear to hold
dissenigration of the deepest realms that had been placed,
For the Angels of the Fall..
I'm not meant to be here
Secluded in my hiding I find death, and death cannot be bought
To act against in Sins of He whom I Fear Most Loved,
That I once more come to Thank You,
For it was there, that I was found to find my self dwelling,
In the Shadows of The Lost
Dec 25, 2018
Dec 25, 2018 at 2:02 AM UTC
Ideas rush in rivers through my sleep,
winding, wrapping themselves around
drowning all in their wake. The itch
to begin claws through my lack of
imPulse
control.
The Golden Fleece at my fingertips,
the moon just out of reach,
births sweet agony and fosters it to
obsession obsession obsession.
Diligent fingers, hands, feet
where mind and heart has already left,
abdicating their daily kingship to rule the
abyss and dance en pointe along the precipice
willing hoping waiting
for the wherewithal to
f
a
l
knowledge
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 3:35 AM UTC
Wondering how to imagine flowers
in a city covered with concrete towers.
There are so many signs that lack truth,
when heart is still and will never heal.
I walk the confines of my walls at night,
only sensing the world out of sight.
What am I searching for, I do wonder,
as confusing images blink on and off.
What does it matter if I never find
the answers to questions so unkind?
With poignant malice so pronounced
do the crawling lice stand so proud.
I sense that I shall always remain
filled with dread that fosters pain.
Internally the wheels will grind
as I try and cease their rolling.
I understand the midnight moon,
for it signifies my private womb.
There are so many signs that lack truth,
when heart is still and will never heal.
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 7:30 PM UTC