"viscus" poems
I look up and see this viscus dark, that covers our modern world.
What once was pure as Country heart, where the stars did seem unfurled.
Tis more the time in which we reside, than positions between the tides.
For simpler times with half a mind, or computers smarter than I?
Its so hard to decide, should we even choose sides?
We all lie within the sights.
From Darkened Knights to proxy bytes; Our combat hasn't changed much at all.
The monsters we created have simply updated; They'll soon have us ready to fall.
Our technologies lights seem to blur human rights.
Before you take up your arms or try to do harm; who is really there to fight?
Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 1:58 AM UTC
Oh my God
Have you ever felt this?
Man, its great
You become one with viscus
And his holy ember
watch the poppy smoke curl
Into 3 dragons
blowing smoke into the
in
finite
bed time
I can see your magezine
left upon your side table
but it is boring to me
speaking to me without sound
I can hear muffled echoes
in some alluring ancient tongue
Riddle me this
sweet Adeline
why have they gone and put the roof
where your feet should be walking
why do you have a slipknot Cd?
Why do you have empty pill bottles on the floor?
Why are your posters coming to life
And pestering me for the time of
Roger I will get you as a tattoo on my fore arm
if it is the last thing I do
I was gonna get that poem of Helen's done too
In perfect script
oh Helen your words are so beautiful
I want to mold them to.my spirit
I want to.wrap them upon my arms
and sell them to.the poor and blind
The fuzziness is returning now
Telling me to go the **** to sleep
and if I never wake up again....
I want you to know that I love you
I love you I love you
I love
Jan 2, 2012
Jan 2, 2012 at 7:51 PM UTC
Viscus stream viscous,
Heart to roots and branches of vessels.
Visceral nature vaporized,
While grains and sand disperse to stir yet another pyramid covered in dune.
Vipers show vicious fangs,
As the tide shelter and nurture rain drops upon the vegetation
Vilified to venerated,
So fogged forest of moonlight howl it's innocence.
Veer away vexed motions,
And free from the desire untamed nor untapped.
Vein to vessels,
As the crimson dawn awaken within you!
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 7:36 PM UTC
In twilight you will find me
Dipping tenuous thread
Umber on dun
Sputtering tallow
Tapping ash into my thin skin
As if the tattooed music would soothe
The crawling terror in my gut
Hollow eyed I ply the offal
Crack the marrow mixed with spit
And dirt I form words of earth
And blood and bone
The viscus slippage I devour
The accretion of tears and sweat
In open wounds only births
Words that fester
Were you expecting a pearl?
I am weary of chasing
Beautiful winged creatures
Only begets feathers in my mouth
And dry heaves
Fluff and nonsense
Raindrops and daffodils
Never sustain
There are no gentle angels
Only capricious minds that rail
Oh the horror of living
Off the remains of throw away moments
Chase the rainbows end
To your designer ever after
You will find me
Teeth bared and waiting
For you to wake up…
TL Boehm
04/02/13
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 5:10 PM UTC