"mordrake" poems
Whispers in the night,
Filling your mind with trepidation and fright
Taunting you
Feeding you lies with its twisted sighs
All these monsters you hide on the inside of your mind
Are waiting
In the dark corners of your phsyche
To come and get you in your sleep
A twisted face
With twisted words
Pecking at your sanity
Like Hitchcock and one of his birds
The worst?
Its that you can't escape,
Before you were even spawned
You had sealed your fate
What did you do?
I wonder
Who's life did you plunder?
Who's daughter
Did you slander
To deserve this curse?
I can't think of a torture
That could possibly be worse
Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 7:13 AM UTC
Duality,
I'm the Jekyll to my Hyde, I'm the Poet, the Prophet, the Monster and Man.
Exist in both places, bring the shadow to the show, shine a light and work behind the scenes.
Balance, I maintain the performance. Everday the lines blur, I wave my hand and a trick, I speak out of both sides of my mouth, Edward Mordrake and Phantom of the Page, written words are my tool, they serve in action of lies and truths that would normally be spat on.
When the light shines I step up and perform, take a bow, tap the mask, a nod to you!
A joy for me is a joy for you, I play the part of victim and villain, I am actor and professional, novice level grandmaster.
A Jester of all trades, every word calculated, every action a movement of stagework.
Masked and unmasked, raw and hyding in plain sight.
I perform for you and when the lights go out, I work in shadow and orchestrate the light.
Mar 6, 2020
Mar 6, 2020 at 2:04 AM UTC