Our imminent demise
There is awkwardness
lingering between
chairs and
tripods
There is silence
awakening demons
within
There is nothing
keeping the fire
ablaze
as rumours of our
demise begin
I AM KING
I am king
ruler
my voice is
law
my slaughtering
innocence
your scars
bleed truth
I am king
ruler
my voice is
low
my slaughtering
impervious
to
your dying
thoughts
I die
I claim nothing
no victory
grasping thin air
slippery slopes greeting
tired eyes each morning
I stand
facing you
you smile
I die
beginning the journey
the first step is always
the hardest
Drugs help in deciding
the direction
left foot first
or right
needless decisions
needles deciding
the path of resignation
chosen
Vestas
In the circle of
Light
A box
Vestas
Hugging
The crown jewels
Unpolished
Blemished
Scarred
Resistance is futile
The birds chirp
of death
The Poet Bleeding
Two
Another twice
Occurring
Recurring
Your scarred
Arms no longer
Comforting me
The shadows reaching
For the needy
Finding only
The poet
Bleeding
Get It Done
The task
If we choose to
Accept it
Is impossible and
We know it yet
Hesitation does not
Cross our minds
As we throw ourselves
Over the cliff’s edge
The desire to succeed
The overwhelming joy
Upon success we know
It was worthwhile
To get it done
cosmic rays unbalanced
The mirror cracked
from time woven
interference patterns
Straight A
flattened
sharpened
through the tunneling
of cosmic rays
unbalanced
The mirror cracked
as all
perished
unshade those eyes
Brunette or red head
not sure but
matter it does not
muchly tho do
unhat what covers you
unshade those eyes
reveal those truths
to me