"warlock" poems
mirrored fly-glass
and polished chrome
are tinted
in the blood orange dawn
running dogs of lummi
hush quiet
on this celestial
summer morn
clubman bars
and tan saddles
strapped to
the lowered hind
skull caps
and fitted chaps
for the open flow
and rich peripheral scene
concessions at the peace arch
(from the blue-coat fuzz)
black *****
and maples
cake the bow hill
and chuckanut
choppers launch
at edison
(with their metal fleck
and tuft)
a half moon rises
on the concho
and interstellar cross
cinnamon gulls
and ravens
scour the netted docks
warlock driftwood
and row homes
spot the winding
coastal roads
rumbling sounds
at the packer slew ~
with the redolence
of briny bay
alive
on the overlook
at fairhaven
Nov 18, 2017
Nov 18, 2017 at 5:55 PM UTC
The witch finder general he came to seek them out.
His mistake when innocent witches.
The innocent ones his soul did take.
Dunked Nanna in the ducking pool.
Dragged aunt to Manning Tree.
Wanted to started a mega pyre for the likes of thee and me.
In archaic land of treachery in the land of treason.
Sweet virgins crucified with no justified reason.
Mother turned the milk sour.
Daddy was a warlock.
Brother was magic man.
Kept his grimoire by his bed.
Family of innocence.
Witches innocent,
Spitting fire now deceased after the flames.
Wanted the witch finder's mortal remains.
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 4:44 PM UTC
You like to party, I am a partier
You like to wander, I am a wanderer
Your thighs are the closet to Narnia
Is it cool if I go and get lost in that?
I'm the lion, the witch in the wardrobe
Massage my lap, I have a sore bone
Of course cold on the dance floor
Like an Eskimo's toes in the North Pole
With both toes poking out of two holes
In the Eskimo socks, I'm hot
Like a cauldron from a warlock
Wearing sweatpants in a sauna
Who's your father? I'm not
I'm motherfuckin' Raven Bowie and here's my ****
Rooster, Cock-a-doodle-doo sir
Take a hit of the hooka, now make it drop
Girl's ***** was bigger than the stomach of Rick Ross
Holy mother mountain of tender tendon to get lost in
Bounce, bounce, that castle ***** that bottom
Make it wobble, wobbly-waddle 'til my third leg has to hobble
You don't want to look back on this night
And think I should have been freaking on a *****
Freak-freaking on a *****
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 7:13 AM UTC
“Disaster Dan” skids into the Center's
Game Room
War Room
Control Room
Fueled by a red T-shirt
proclaiming “Vince the Pizza Prince”
He flips out his cellular...
“IT ISN'T UP TO ME!"
(Where does he get all those broken remotes?)
...flips open his cell
and shouts commands
“TURN THE POWER ON!"
“YA HEARD ME!" (He is totally in control)
“Fsssss Fssssss Fsssssss
THE PIPES ARE ABOUT TO BLOW!”
Drives his cruiser around the pool table
Pulls alongside
Fixes me point-blank and cockeyed
“GET THESE KIDS OUTA THE BUILDING!
THERE'S A BOMB ABOUT TA GO OFF!”
An eight-year-old spins iz finger round iz ear
and points a giggle
Dan--
the kind of guy whose life peaked
at Mount Saint Helen
Does a warlock for Halloween
Carries a portable showcase of horror
prized possessions in a dishpan
He explains his treasures
“That is NOT
a plastic scorpion!”
Offended by my ignorance
shoves it in my eyes
“THIS IS A PREDATOR ALIEN, STUPID!"
“CALIFORNIA WILL NOT COME BACK!"
Dan sorta likes me
We talk horror flicks
He forbids the serious of me
"CALIFORNIA WILL FALL OFF INTO THE OCEAN!”
he hisses in a spray of spit
Walks way, laughing, delighted!
Shaking iz head
Then back in my face again (for emphasis)
“DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!"
(He is dead serious)
"THE GUY THAT CAUSED THAT HURRICANE
WAS PAUL MCCARTNEY!"
His counselor fills in my blank
“Dan likes the Beatles
That's the only thing he likes
that isn't heinous”
Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 7:41 PM UTC
Wanderlust warlock blaspheme rapacity
Obsequious diligence pier pair appearance
Obstreperously vituperative vociferous tenacity
Consortium eclectic synectics concurrence
In extremis extremity cantilever capacity
Citadel clairvoyance pilaster conveyance
Inductive integration interpolative audacity
Derivative factor derivational appliance
Futurity fatidic’s laconic sagacity
Aseity veracity cacophony compliance
Accidence ambience aesthetics opacity
Acoustical articulation intonational occurrence
Apomixes anabolics histophysiological mendacity
Epistemological somatalogy syntactics refulgence
Refractive reflective semantics complicity
Hephestian dialectics Hegelian effulgence
Linguistic syntax synaptic intensity
totally tangential
Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 9:10 AM UTC
Last May a braw wooer cam down the lang glen,
And sair wi’ his love he did deave me;
I said there was naething I hated like men:
The deuce *** wi ‘m to believe me, believe me,
The deuce *** wi ‘m to believe me.
He spak o’ the darts in my bonie black een,
And vow’d for my love he was diein;
I said he might die when he liked for Jean:
The Lord forgie me for liein, for liein,
The Lord forgie me for liein!
A weel-stocked mailen, himsel for the laird,
And marriage aff-hand, were his proffers:
I never loot on that I ken’d it, or car’d,
But thought I might hae waur offers, waur offers,
But thought I might hae waur offers.
But what *** ye think? in a fortnight or less,
(The deil tak his taste to *** near her!)
He up the lang loan to my black cousin Bess,
Guess ye how, the jad! I could bear her, could bear her
Guess ye how, the jad! I could bear her.
But a’ the niest week I fretted wi’ care,
I gaed to the tryste o’ Dalgarnock,
And wha but my fine fickle lover was there,
I glowr’d as I’d seen a warlock, a warlock.
I glowr’d as I’d seen a warlock.
But owre my left shoulder I *** him a blink,
Lest neibors might say I was saucy;
My wooer he caper’d as he’d been in drink,
And vow’d I was his dear lassie, dear lassie,
And vow’d I was his dear lassie.
I spier’d for my cousin fu’ couthy and sweet,
Gin she had recover’d her hearin,
And how her new shoon fit her auld shachl’t feet—
But, heavens! how he fell a swearin, a swearin,
But, heavens! how he fell a swearin.
He begg’d, for gudesake, I *** be his wife,
Or else I *** **** him wi’ sorrow:
So e’en to preserve the poor body in life,
I think I maun wed him to-morrow, to-morrow,
I think I maun wed him to-morrow.
3k
The cauldron bubbles and sputters and pops.
Odors from a foul witches' brew
Fill the mansion. It's called the Nightmare
On Pennsylvania Avenue.
A ghoulish warlock babbles gibberish,
Spreading deceit, anger, and fear.
He summons his lackey ghouls to his chamber.
They bow to the ghastly profiteer.
Their incantations reverberate
Through the rooms and down the halls.
The din stifles the voices of reason
And bounces off the windows and walls.
Witches assisting the grisly assembly
Grovel and spew nonsensical chatter,
While friendly ghosts, horrified,
Grab all their belongings and scatter.
The leading warlock raises his staff
To silence all the ear-piercing shrieking.
"Our work here has barely begun,"
He shouts, "in a manner of speaking.
"We have a lot more poison to spread
To circulate anxiety and doubt.
All we must do is stir the ***
To give them something to worry about.
"Fan the flames of division and discord.
My techniques are tried and true.
Keep 'em guessing; then you've got 'em.
And then you cater to the chosen few.
"We have more rivers to poison,
Coastlines to alter, lands to sell,
Coffers to fill, coffers to rob,
And voices to quiet. Welcome to hell!"
The glowering sycophants dance and cheer--
Thirsty for blood, eyes agleam.
"Dishonesty is the best
Policy," they fervently scream.
Oh, it's a frightening Halloween night
When one's worst nightmare comes true:
The gruesome, macabre, spine-chilling Nightmare
On Pennsylvania Avenue.
-by Bob B (10-31-18)
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 9:53 AM UTC
Conjurer of spells,
I stir phrases
in a witch's cauldron.....
wizard's breath to
tint the potion
Let it boil over
Reduce the excess
add emotion
and a four leaf clover
Temperature at serving time defines the tone and
type of incantation
Cold spells work
as heartless breaths
Warm ones jubilation
Hotter brew brings swift results
Careful even death
My sorcery is well disguised
as poetry and song.
I'll have you laugh,
yank a tear or
make a day
feel twice as long.
I'll look you in the eye
as I feed you all
my truths and lies
None can break the grip
of words I wield,
won't know to even try
Warlock...my voice enchants
let me whisper in your ear
You'll result bewitched....
but if I hold you high .....
there's never need to fear
Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 3:07 PM UTC
Exhausted
The Heavy Bronze Doors
Are Loudly Closing Down
Fading Away The Darkness
Which Was Giving Me Warmth
But I Do Not Care Anymore
I can Hear The Silence
Pounding In My Ears
Reminding Me The Fool I Was
To Have Ever Trusted
But I Do Not Care Anymore
I can Feel The Bite
Of The Words From The Cold
Even Bitter Than The Harshest
As Never Appearing
But I Do Not Care Anymore
I can Fell The Loneliness
Echoing From Within
Where The Hope Resided
Which Left Me Wounded
But I Do Not Care Anymore
Time Has Finally Reached
Tearing Apart The Intemporal
Finaly Exorting From Me
The Last Tear I Was Cherishing
But I Do Not Care Anymore
To Much I Have Cared For Emptyness
To Many Times I Have Shouted in the Void
To Many Times I Dreamed For Despair
To Much I Have Loved For Destruction
But I Do Not Care Anymore
I Am Just Exhausted
This Life is Just the One To Much
The One Which Will Finally Destroy
What Was Created To Ever Last
But I Do Not Care Anymore
I Just Want To Sleep
Silencing The Howls In Me
Forget The Ever Suffering
Close The Heart To Pain
But I Do Not Care Anymore
I Just Lay Down
Desire Of Peace
Begging For Relief
Praying For Retribution
But I Do Not Care Anymore
For I See Her Coming
Her Dark Wings Extanded
For Me She Is Crying
As She Was Not Meant To Kiss Me
Death
Warlock
Nov 29, 2009
Nov 29, 2009 at 11:38 AM UTC
A puppeteer, you may call it,
the master of manipulation.
All his fingers hold the knots,
to the cracks in your foundation.
Hidden by your tall, lean shadow,
he lurks behind your back;
forward, with every move you make,
warlock takes his attack.
Each digit fidgets suddenly,
and your body seems to twitch;
the hands of time stop ticking now,
trapped in by the witch.
The only sound that you can hear,
is the crying of the dead;
a mournful, sad melody,
that plays often in your head.
You think, "maybe, i'll get a break",
he's tricked you into believing,
the more you do for him,
the less that you'll be breathing.
He takes you in and ***** you up,
and you would never know,
the strings in which he has you tied,
lets him be in control.
Feb 26, 2013
Feb 26, 2013 at 5:47 PM UTC
What sort of divination is this?
Immediately paralyzed by a feathery kiss.
The magnetism between us was always so strong,
But now I'm tortured awaiting you to arrive erelong.
You cast your wand, chant triple syllable spell
You filled my void, something you'd always done well
Now something has changed
This is far more intense
I find that I have lost every single defense
Tender Wizard, Loving Warlock, I am begging thee
Do not ever set me free.
Whatever potion, illusion, or spell this is
I am forever in need of you, my Adonis
For withdrawal seems fatal on both ends
The future now on you depends
For I do not want to leave my trance
This allurement was never a happenstance
Forever I see you with love veiled eyes
Vulnerable to even the slightest demise.
Jan 19, 2013
Jan 19, 2013 at 3:36 AM UTC
Started with the tenth,
Ended with the twenty-fifth.
I am little red
And I’m looking at your pearly teeth.
How did I get so lost in the woods?
How did I get so lost in you?
You already ate half my heart
(Like the bread in my basket)You split it into two.
And I’m bleeding,
Dripping trails of blood,
I wasn't supposed to be here
I wasn't sure how I got.
My mother warned me
About the strangers in the woods:
Keep your eyes on the bread crumbs
Tighten your red, red hood.
The warlock healed me with his magic hands,
The huntsman vowed to avenge me,
The baker fed me with comfort,
The knight struck his shining sword valiantly.
Grandma said, ‘Forget the amber eyes, the deep voice, the untrue.’
‘Your true options stand before you.’
Yet why in the world (in the galaxy, in the stars)
Do I still choose you (who broke my heart)?
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 8:33 AM UTC
or like today, almost any other day like today,
but today i matched up two analogies
with cooking;
i once only stated that doing organic chemistry experiments
were like cooking,
broths of sweets and sours (esters and ammonia compounds
respectively) -
they did seem so at the time and still are,
while smashing vegetables dipped in liquid nitrogen against
the laboratory floor,
but today, almost like any other day like today
i started cooking a chicken makhani (indian butter chicken),
past the stage of frying onions, garlic-ginger paste,
past adding the spices: garam masala ground cumin chilli powder
cayenne pepper salt & pepper,
past the stage of adding butter, milk and crème fraîche,
and chopped tomatoes,
past the stage of then dipping the chicken in to let it poach for
more tenderness than if fried prior (as the recipe suggested),
then... when i noticed the spice colours diluted by the dairy ingredients
i peered into the culinary warlock’s cauldron and uttered
what fiction critics would have said of a bestseller spy novel...
‘mmm... the plot thickens.’
side dish? lemon rice.
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 10:20 AM UTC
Forgive Me Warlock, For It Is My Nature
You Summoned Me By Despair
I Responded By Love
Your Soul Darker Than Mine
I Was Agonizing For Your Call For Eons
Lost Into The Limbos Of Time
Waiting For You To Understand The Keys
Pierce The Dark Sealed Secrets Glyphs
You Made Them Dance In Your Soul
Looking For The Perfect Combination
Lightning The Dark Flame Of Your Energy
Opening The Dark Vortex Forever Closed
You Showed Me The Mortal Realm From Your Eyes
Exposing Its Magnificence And Darkness To My Soul
You Shared Your Love Exposing You Weaknesses
Giving Me The Lost Keys Of Your Own Being
I Drank Your Eternal Blood Warlock
Absorbing Your Sorrow And Pain
Which Made Me Loving You Ever More
You, The Half I Separated From
I Could Not Let You For A Second Time My Love
I Drank Blood To Your Death
So I Could Keep You In The Place You Belong
Mixed In Me For Eternity
We Are One Again Forever Warlock
For You Are Filling My Veins
Your Soul Trapped With Mine
At The Moment Of Your Death, I Revived
Warlock
Sep 10, 2012
Sep 10, 2012 at 3:37 PM UTC
Jump up a kangaroo’s ****
See him enjoy your warlock warrior.
Now roll in **** on that grass,
Revel in rounds of Wadbock Collies.
Followed in great succession by brollies.
DANGER! DANGER! HIGH VOLTAGE!
DANGER! DANGER! Total stranger!
Jul 16, 2010
Jul 16, 2010 at 2:32 AM UTC
I miss her more and more as the sun rises and the moon fades
Slowly she creeps in my mind like a plague infecting my brain
Eating away all thoughts I have created
Only to be consumed by her image
A black storm as it rains down my sorrow
As my smile only hides the pain within
For I will not lay my problems to yours
Therefore you will be blind to my suffering
And fall victim to illusions I portray in front of you
Not knowing if it is wizardry performed by a warlock
With a keen knowledge of the dark arts
Of who must not be named
Or is it all just smoke and mirrors
A fake grin as I trick your mind of my felicity state
Or lack thereof
Invisible as the oxygen we breathe from the trees of nature
As I stare out my window to see a palm tree
That does not belong in the lonesome desert
Only to share its sympathy as I feel I do not belong
To a place where love is cynical and mediocre
Where love means to be physically bounded
I search for a mental connection
As I have with a Being greater than me
Yet when I look for it
I am alone left in my own cataclysm
Drowning in the abyss of a decrepit heart
Flooded by the gates of grimaced faces
As I slowly close my door to my own emotions
And embrace a meaningless melancholy to fulfill others' happiness
When I connect to one mate who shines as bright as the moon
She fades just as such when the physical bond is no more
When the dark energy of negativity subsumes the thoughts of serenity
Then there I lose her
And for me
I am left to think about her
As the sun sets and the moon shines from the darkness
And once again I begin to miss her
More and more
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 11:47 AM UTC
To Love You Is To Wake Up Every Morning
And Feel The Burden Of Emptiness
Watching An Void Linen Field
Empty Since The Beginning Of Time
To Love You Is To Close My Dark Wings
Upon The Emptiness Of Space
Listening To Mute Echo Of The Soul
Shouting To The Deaf Surrounding Darkness
To Love You Is To Fill Two Cups
With The Finest Black Nectar
Degusting The Bitter Fluid From the First
Imagining A Lipstick Mark fading on The Second
To Love You Is To Go On Day By Day
Learning To Forsake The Oppressive Present
Hoping The Gods Will Take Pity On The Resilience
Making Each Day A Footstep Brining You Closer
To Love You Is To Come In An Empty Home
Silently Opening The Door Of The Tomb
Being Afraid Of Re Discovering
The Loneliness Of Solitude
To Love You Is To Assume A Myst Form
Flying Across The Entangling Realms
To Finally Reach A Sanctuary Of Peace
Where I can Wrap You In A Comforting Haze
To Love You Is To Light Up Dancing Flames
A Seeing You Smiling At Them
Elemental Creatures Tangling In Joy
Pale Reflection Of A Past Long Gone
To Love You Is To Re Corporate
The Decaying Envelop Of My Existence
Hanging On The Frail Hope
That You Felt My Eternal Love
To Love You Is To Finally Accept Morpheus Call
Which Will allow Me To Survive To the Next Dawn
Dreaming That A Unforeseen Event
Will Forever Break The Infernal Cycle Of Separation
Warlock 12/2012
Jan 1, 2013
Jan 1, 2013 at 9:21 AM UTC
Her memory, the love of she,
In slumber,
That time when sadness sooths itself,
Pays to me a call.
And I, a lone warlock in the dark,
Feel the mattress demit as she sits,
And know her gentle touch on my face,
As I did when I was young.
I am trembled by her resonance,
********* I am trying to sleep!)
Then, I wake to understand what has transpired.
Then, am blessed to have felt her love once more.
Then, I bid her go to God.
But, I do thank her for her visit.
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 4:51 PM UTC
this drinking hall
full of valour
awaits
the warlock
who talks
like a witch
casts evil
intent
with malice
but we
the few
armed
armed
with a cross
Cross of God
will drink
To Odin
And Christ
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 9:25 PM UTC
Why Do We Have Eyes?
Reflecting the Weakness of the Soul
Capturing The Beauty
Just to Watch it Fade Away
Why do We Have a Mouth?
Able to Tell So Much Wonders
To A Loved One
Who Do not Dare To Listen
Why Do We Have Ears?
Forever Reminding The Loneliness
The Absence Of Voice
The Plenitude Of Solitude
Why do We Have A Soul?
Remembering the Eternal
Not Foreseeing Eternity
Leaving You In Sorrow
Why Do We Have A Brain?
Conflicting with Eyes, Heart and Soul
Whispering You The Evident Truth
Of Your Insignificant Being
I Want To Pierce My Eyes
So They Never Lay Down Again
On Beauty Of A Mirage
Forever Dissolving in Front of Them
I Want To Sew My Mouth
Forever Silenced
So I can Not Hear
The Silent Echo of My Howls
I Want To Blow My Ears
Exploding In A Blast
Forever Shut
To the Shouts of Silence
I Want to Tear Of My Heart
So The Pain Will Disappear
The Crimson Nectar
Inevitably Dispersing My Life
I Want to Destroy My Soul
Breaking the Circle of Pain
Never Have Been, Never Will Be
Just Disappearing Of The Creation
I Want To Give Back My Energy
So It Can Be Free
To Fulfill A Creature Worth Living
Who Can Accomplish Something
A Creature Who Will Know
What it is to Be Loved
Just a Quantum
Of How Much I Love You
Warlock
Dec 1, 2009
Dec 1, 2009 at 12:40 PM UTC
It Was One Of Those Nights
When The Abysses Of Sorrow
Put Their Weight On The Heart
Making You Wish You Tear It Apart.
When The Fractures Of The Soul
Expand From The Deepest Void
Emerging In Waves Of Salt
Filling the Eyes Wide Shut Painfully
When Your Insignificance and Hopelessness
Are Pouring Through The Crimson Rivers
And You Want To Let Them Flow Open
Begging Life To Have Mercy
The Cloud Came Floating Over Me
A Storm Of Pure Chaotic Darkness
Animated By A Sea Of Lightning
Reasoning Of Silent Thunders
A Slow Descent Of Majesty In The Realm
A Gate To Relief From Despair
Coming Face To Face With Its Creation
Feeling The Pain Of Its Tortured Soul
A Gray Form Drawing On the Black Vapor
Emerging From The Infinity Of Time
Feeling From The Sorrow Of The Caller
Materializing In A Peaceful Face
Eyes Shut As They Can Not Dare To See
Lips Closed As They Can Not Dare To Taste
Light Hair Floating In Evanescence
Approaching Slowly To My Agonizing Face
The Eyes Opening Slowly, Letting Flow Moonlight Rays
The Lips Carefully Dividing, Startdust Dropping On My Face
Winds Of Compassion Entering My Soul
Twin Love Reviving Dark Ashes
As I Saw The Face Faded Away
The Cloud Returned To The Void Of Creation
I Knew That I Will Cut Widely The Red Rivers
For The Light Is Not Meant For Me
Warlock
Mar 10, 2010
Mar 10, 2010 at 1:16 PM UTC
Rain
As I was sitting in the Dark, Contemplating The Chaos
Of The Eternal Path of Wasted Incarnations
A Thunderstorm Raged Echoing the Internal Turmoil
Lightning’s Blazing the Sky of a Scattered Soul
Rain Was Pouring, Tears Of Cumulated Meaningless Lives
Filling Earth With Life and Floodding The Emerald Eyes
Flowing Down in Rivulets Filling a Waterfall of Pearls
Smashing Down on The Cold Marble of The Heart
Dark Heavy Clouds Accumulating Above
Filling The Remaining Open Channel
Blocking The Dim Moon Rays Left
Only Source of The Remaining Of Life
Thunder Raging, Covering the Howling
Of Despair Running Through the Crimson Rivers
Of The Fluid Of My Damnation
Keeping Life Running in a Soulless Body
Lightning Stripping a Dark Sky
Emanating From the Scars
Of The Gloomy Heart
Glowing In a Purple Shard
I Invoke You, Love Of Many Lives
Life Of Many Loves
As You Can Hear Through
Time, Space and Curses
Call Upon Earth To Regain Strength
Call Upon Fire To Be the Once Known Phoenix
Call Upon Water To Open Dimension Doors
Call Upon Air to Learn to Fly Again
Break your Chains and Set You Free
For Mine’s are To Numerous and Heavy
Set Ablaze the Internal Magick
And Walk the Tinny Step to Set Me Free
As By Seeing Your Angelical Face
By Hearing the Musical Spheres of You Smiles
By Feeling The Warmth Of Your Heart
I will, at last, rest in Peace
Warlock
Nov 28, 2009
Nov 28, 2009 at 5:43 AM UTC
The old folks chant a madrigal,
Of a warlock answering creation’s call.
His hands craft from void the light,
Weaving worlds, writing history bright.
The wizard’s glance shoots sparks—drip-drop,
Sets stars to brawl, to shine nonstop.
Planets rise from fairy's dust, to Chaos's scorn,
Entangled in a cosmic dance, from dusk till dawn.
Gaps gape, gaudy,
Mountains mound, massive.
His breath hisses, lovely,
Through the **** aggressive.
“You oceans, you airs—roar and quake!
All that is, was, and will be moves with my shake.”
The mage declares: “The beard makes the man,
And I am the one who holds time in hand.”
He counts the hours, souls flutter spellbound—THNX!
And sets every rule with powerful pranks.
He grins at numbers, theories, and light,
For it’s sorcery and mystery he speaks, alright?
Shadow, shimmer, soul, sense, salt, scent—Wow!
Without him—Bang! OMG!—blown by now.
The old New falls, as the new Old flies,
Being may fade, but Be never dies.
For real?
Seize the logic—Infinity’s ordeal.
Dec 27, 2024
Dec 27, 2024 at 7:38 AM UTC
Warlock Blues
The flames were crackling and the oak wood was burning slow.
They saved me for last because no martyr was needed.
I stood for something and I can't quite remember what.
I spoke about human rights when they said I'm less than human.
Many faces surround the fire I'm about to be placed in
and they smiled even though I never caused them harm.
I asked one of my guest, "Have we met before?"
And before I knew it my face was introduced to a stone.
Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 10:11 PM UTC