Again the ancient door creaks and groans pushing back dust barely settled from time immortal ~ Through swirling fog a distant light explodes with deafening twisting truths ~ The ground shatters beneath my feet as i hover helplessly above a boiling hideous vortex ~ The voice of truth explodes from above each shockwave progressively weights me down ~ I lift my legs to avoid the searing pain as nauseously blistered hands take hold ... ~ and my scream is but a gurgle ~ Unconsiousness welcome but never met the screaming pain still rising yet each fibre ripped apart to molecular particle ~ Riding the vortex of purification ... ~ Separating sins from soul ... ~ Then finally ... ~ Spit out the tail only to be caught by the uterine web With the voice of truth still taunting " better luck this time " ~~~
Thanks everyone ... your kind thoughts are very well received ... I seldom write this style of poetry becuse there seems to be a larger call for laughter But since there are people here that like this type ... I'll see about giving more
I'm not ugly! I'm just visually challenged!
Rex Allen McCoy
Sippin a Timmy's in London
Hay T-Rex, I'm not really quite sure on the SP but I guess that it will do, something they call poetic license I have but sometimes just to guess. But I like it, you have underlining emotions I feel that you'll in future project. Should I say I like it. Roll on my friend, Roll on I'll be reading to the end.
The Hague, The Netherlands