"serpant" poems
Of this world so darkened by evils, evils that taint and tarnesh all the good in it's path..
Love bares a soul that only our creator can claim, hands that heal the wounded and a heart that breaks by day.
Hidden souls that crawl from the cracks left behind to wait for the coiled serpant like powerless pray.
They walk amongst us in a field left open , to be struck by the venome as they lay hopeless and face their death ,.
The Wounded Healer kneels beside them with hands to lay, ******* the poison, giving them purity to rinse their veins.
The Wounded Healer now weakened by the goodness of thyne heart but expects nothing in return
Now her age upon her, taken over the beast of I'll, not one soul of the once wounded stands before her to show they love her, as she asks of nothing more before she goes.
Is this what I see and feel before me to be A Wounded Healer yet die with painful sadness as I lay here all alone .
Tis true to never expect the good you rein upon God's children to rein on you in return. Keeping your heart good and love without regret for This is the Only honest love that of a wounded Healer is certain they will get
Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 12:48 PM UTC
Endure into the golden room,
The promised land, the sacred tomb.
Disclosure, in the hidden room,
Time is dying, you will too soon.
The serpent is psychedelic,
The serpent is strong,
The serpant is holographic,
Endure into the room.
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 11:25 AM UTC
Well, you'll pobablly be in another womans arms in the years to come
but that doesnt faze this thing
welling
that runs through the tunnels and the funnels of this heart
my love
because it gives me conviction when you are weak
it gives you the loving that you seek
and yours
like chemistry
it gives me the wish fullfillment, the dream I'd always wanted to meet
you are my sorrows dry
the tear drops from tears
separated from thier highest fate
transmuted from young coal to old gold
you bring something with you
with that pride welled up in your heart
ike a wise kind serpant
that only seeks to help
only seeks to pleasre it self
to helping me
and those who are comming
you have the ancients in those eyes
considerable, and powerful
they recognize the same power inside
me
I didnt need your acknowledgment for it to be here
but without it
I wouldnt be here
it would die whith te last morsels of my heart
to a kindly but devious part
Ive been called from the old story books, then
when the gods were our best of friends
but now I am here
in a world that is no longered catered to
because of fear
the children are blind and weak
and recognition, friendship wa all that I really ever seeked
with shoulder bones of gold
you reached into me
and saw something old
saw something untouched by the hardships that has the power to turn something beautiful
decreppid and old
not that Ib havet
havent felt the shiver of the cold
by my own small fraction of foolishness
because I listened to what this life had shown
but all the while I thought of you
even while others ran me through
this same kindness isnt wasted on you
it gives me great pleasure to do
all of this for you
because you dont look down on me
yu see yoursef in my glee
and I see a young god
with a youthful nourished body from the glitters its mind contains
like a wise stag, you've lived your ife as not to shame
the wisdoms and truth carried in your name
you make love to me
my wounds you clearly see
My lovliness dare not loosen themselves from me
my spirit is wise
and its beauty
its heart
its demise
but I am safe with you making love from behind my thighs
I am recognized for the creature I really am
not the kind to still be walking the land
but with your face in mine
my eyes flicker with a hope, completely consolidated
by your firm touch
your firm kiss
upon my soft halo
we are
the same creature
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 6:57 AM UTC
You made me believe in love, in her power and her grace. I freely gave you what I had and you threw it in my face. I didn't think it could be true but you had me at hello, I devoted myself completely to you, I loved you more than you could know. ***** chewed it up and ate it, spat it right there on the ground. And there at your filthy feet my heart and soul I found. You're a demon, you're a serpant, you're a lying, two-faced troll and what's coming for you is big and bad and it wants your blackened soul. I'd say run your heart out but I know there's nothing there, you're just the Devil in a skirt and heels, pure evil with great hair.
Mar 9, 2012
Mar 9, 2012 at 1:27 AM UTC
The thunder tells the story
Frail laughter and frail glory
Of my mighty love
And my mighty jealousy
Hear the whisper beyond the crack
Of lightning and rain and howling winds
Know the body of whom I long for
Beyond the miles of our division
The distance too great for warmth
For hearts of passion and a wild side
Take me in your arms I plead
Let's see a sunrise wrapped together
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 2:40 AM UTC
Felt like running away yesterday
but there was a bridge to cross
but there was demon on the way.
he asked me about life
I told him,
"Come with me, I'll show you.
He followed me.
Then the roads diverged to two
There came a nymph
She wanted to know about life
I said,
"Follow me".
I had to cross a river
In the boat there was a fairy.
She didnt know about life.
I asked her to come with me.
Yes, I passed all mountains, tredges, deserts and forests
came with me
A mermaid, troll, centaur, serpant
all those who didnt know Life
and tired after a long run
the asked,
"You didnt give us the answer"
I just said
"cant you see
This is life
Its just running away"
burning with rage
They tore my throat
and as the blood gushed out
I was still thinking
"Am I not right?
"AM I NOT RIGHT?"
but I had finished my race
and won my reward.
Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 11:06 AM UTC
I was born under great open skies,
Brought up with the smell of coal-black smoke
Hovering over the family farm.
I grew as distant sounds of whooping
Echoed like thunder across the land
And I was raised on bias, which clung
To the white men of the Black Hills like
Their guns, their religion, and their homesteads.
Those Hills are no place for me.
Look at my multi-colored dress, the
Multi-million-dollar stage, the
Multi-colored lights hanging over me.
This is my home. I thrive in this place.
Gone are the chiefs and their headdresses.
Gone are the dream-catchers and stories
Of battles between Unkthei, the
Serpant, and Wakinyan, the eagle.
Gone is Crazy Horse, always wily
Like the winter fox.
All cast off for a new life of bias.
I make the formula that nurtures
Bias in every little kid’s mind.
Every day’s the same. I spew my words,
My angry, petrol-soaked vitriol,
Which deludes their minds. They’ll be
“pigs” in the not-too-distant future.
In a way, this life disappoints me.
The trailer homes of Indians were
Run-down and forgotten about.
They lived lives of quiet desperation. No
Spotlights shined on their struggles.
The men who killed their kin were immortal.
But pow-wows in South Dakota were
***** dingy, and dark, yet they were
Attended by many a native.
The farms were barren and gray,
Stockpiles of grain long gone, given to
The plutocratic hands of Washington.
Aunt Ida clung to this world.
Aunt Ida is dead and forgotten.
I was raised on bias in the Black
Hills, and I will stay biased for the rest
Of my days. Why would I give it up?
Joseph, the great Chief, never know
Such a life.
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 11:02 PM UTC
Pyro maniacle greed
The piles of the obese
Will burn a thousand years
I saw the sun blink like the eye
Of a dark matter serpant coiled ready to strike forked tongue and slithering
To take us home
Open the door past the astral
Beatific infernal
Last sunset
Funeral pyre
Blessed to watch Witness to the fortunes fall
Old sun our ruin
See thru the eye of a dark matter serpent
Coiled tight venom dripping
From the sky
The forked tongue savors me
See clear your demise
You are no differ from slime
Miscreants and pious all dine
On the pyroclastic funeral pyres
The smoke of your bones
Cast your last hope and prayer
liars and their bile
To cold black despair
So many lives laid bare
The truth to you now bones
You let it slip thru your hands
Your one gift and you blew it
Spread across desert sands
Alien worlds
skinned serpants
Embreonic soup de jour
new poisons
May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 9:50 AM UTC
by Arcassin Burnham
...And when the sun has shined,
back then,
really had alot going for me at the time,
she was the only one that stayed on my mind,
and just to find a sence of chance,i was so blind,
to see that she could never love a boy , with a blank life,
suicide whispered in my ear at the hands of my story,
fled off my tears , and took all my glory,
and at the time,
wasnt cool enough to tell tall-tail stories,
but i had many things, to please them all before me,
misunderstood black kid,
searching for a purpose,
cause his mother utterlly kept secrets, to keep him nervous and hurtin' got a long road ahead , but you gotta watch the serpant,
man , i dont want to live ,
closing down the curtains.
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 7:20 PM UTC
"My footsteps silent as I walk this lonely and forgotten path. The sound of the wind my only company for this long and tired walk. Just a little more to go. Just a few steps more. I'm almost at the end. I've made it this far, I can't fail now. I approach the tree line, the exit right before me. A smile brightens up my sorrowfull face. I almost break into a sprint but am suddenly pulled down to my knees before my haven. I feel something gripping at my leg, pulling me back to my start. I put up a fight. I struggle. I'm trying to break free. My voice comes out as a silent scream, echoing through the very depths of my mind. I was so close. So close... As I feel my body dragged away from my destination, I slowly start to give in to the despair that had been chasing, taunting and tormenting me. But as I do, I hear the faint sound of a bell, a soft ringing in the back of my mind. I know not of what it is but it sparked something inside of my fragile mind. I break free from that which tried to pull me back to square one, as I hear the name I gave up whispering through the trees. No. I will not fall back into my despair. A break into a run this time, fleeing from the thing that tried to drag me back. I can feel it continuing to give chase, slithering after me like a serpant ready to strike its prey. I hear the name I no longer hold echoing more, becoming more and more like a scream. The more I run, the more my destination seems to flee from me. I'm screaming again. No. No I will not let you go. My feet seemed to fly as I ran, the sepant of despair right on my heels. I can see it. I see it clearly. The opened arms of my happiness ready to catch me, calling out the true name. My face brightens and I forget about the serpant about to drag me back. I take a leap, a leap towards happiness. A leap towards a better life. And the serpant falls back down to the forest floor, defeated as the joy bringer holds me tightly in their arms. Yet the forest still grows, ready to consume with fiercer foes. But I will be ready to face them weither is be with company, or by my lonesome. Because now I have someone to fight for."
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 4:11 AM UTC