"purviews" poems
I rancor the hate in me,
We lived with him,
And act like it's wiry,
Son of hate,
Why sway my mate,
You've scavenged thy thought,
And left me with empty faith,
You murdered him,
In hot blood,
You murdered him,
The sun witnessed it all,
From the death on earth,
To the breath in hell,
Welcome to the depth of hell
Where pain is a prison, let me out of this well,
Where great fell
And end never seems near,
Where hopes and dreams are swallowed
And devoured by the wicked
Till their empty satisfaction is replete
Let me out of these bars
Will I cry
Till the day deaths funeral purviews
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 7:53 PM UTC
Tears gushed
surpassing the cry
Fears gazed
causing it to dry
Warmth of the hearts
Froze in rubbles
Sobs of the breaths
Chocked in mumbles
The dancing rain
Of lovely screen
Lost its smiling
lively sheen
The wafting tasty
Kitchen smell
Paused in a fill of
debris hell
Temple lights
and canteen delights
Crumpled dark in
a flash of lights
Oh hand that fed
This lovely valley
Are we not value
In your tally?
The flowered hill
Was proud of itsef
My mired will
was fond of myself
The house I owned
The wife I found
Empires I built
On mental marsh
You kid and cast
Like spits in trash
Washed off all
in a playful haste
Buried all in a muddy paste
I didnt know the strokes
Of your brush
Could blow with such
a deadly crush
Oh I never knew
You could wipe
Out with such dark
force in one swipe
You counted the sheep
And found the lost
She set the lamp
Began to sweep
To seek the coin
She loved the most.
He sets the table
Feasts his return
Cooks the fat lamb
To feed his men
Your plays are cruel merciful
Dilly dally not with the poor
You send fears
and tears to we men
Then turn the sky
bright and hopeful
We settle with all our mettle
Soon steals in your dark fresh omen.
Your sums
are beyond our asumes
Your tallies
we miss totally
We presume
all in our resume
Yet your views
are beyond our purviews.
Aug 11, 2019
Aug 11, 2019 at 10:54 PM UTC