February 2009
5 posts
The Wreckage
He leans against a swaying palm tree, I cannot see, I cannot see, The wreckage lay dead, reaped by the waves, I wanna be saved, Why can’t I see? The sand is dark yellow, and clashed with green ferns, Oh God it burns, God damn it burns, The sun rises up higher and higher, I am on fire, My body burns, The water ate the boat, leaving nothing but foam, Take me home, Oh take me home, And the leaves try...
The Pricker Bush
She rides the back of a great cement serpent,
As the gentle sun sets on the fertile, green desert.
She knows that she is alone,
But somewhere she hears someone moan.
She steps off the light of the winding, grey snake,
And is quickly swallowed by the withered green trees,
And the moaning gets closer still,
But she slowly starts losing her will.
Her damning curiosity had almost died,
But she...
Moonshine
The wind softly shrieks to be let in for the night, But the cold steals all feeling from your shriveling limbs, The wood briefly speaks for mercy from God, Inside of the forgotten house on the lake. The moon cogently brings life to the water, But the waves still try to rip themselves from the depths, The trees gratingly sing callous cawings and cries, All which is gated by great, looming...
Untitled
Sometimes I cannot help but dream Of horrid things that to me seem, Ghost no sane man should ever see, Like ill specters which never rest, And as my heart pounds in my chest, I hold my breath, unendingly. I can feel their heinous presence, As I predict painful events, Filled with punishment and scorning, I know my soul will never rise, My pasture’s brown, with cloudy skies, Retribution for sins of...