Dark Poetry #5 |
A Dark Age |
Def-init Member
since 2008-12-03
Posts 186Toronto, Canada |
In this age, I put apocalyptic poems on paper just to be closer to my believed creator. The point of no return is on a summit that burns. We bite the hand that feeds... Moses walks around black roses, with hands that bleed... It’s impossible, like searching for something beautiful in critical conditions. or silencing supreme linguistic Visions My mind and soul apart. yet my whole is still greater than the sum of its broken parts I'm a pro-lifer with support for the death penalty... I know people that did business with Hitler, I help the mass appeal of the pope's scriptures. A cannibal licking lips at an "open casket" No light at the end of the gauntlet Here come the winds of war, the stagnate decay of the earth's shore. The worst burst of rage to grace the 'front-page' I believe in reincarnation. But with my luck... It will be in the form of an abortion A dark passion exists within this never ending cycle. I'm standing with co-existing clenched fists inside this belly of the beast. At the very least a partnership with darkness is an awesome pair, no ethical code, Yet death bestowed to all if the closest star explodes I'm the proprietor... bringing you the ring of fire! You can view it through an hour glass. Wrap it in Interplanetary gas. The change in relative atomic mass, allows me to sit writing and the storm to pass. I'm an avalanche warning an animal beyond reproach. Of course in these times blood and power intoxicate. So I choose to escape through the mind's naturally distorted shape. - If I cant bend Heaven, I shall move Hell - |
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Posts 279KY U.S.A. |
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