Undeserved pain hits high walls, Jumping, scraping to escape, Dirt under nails, tear stained cheeks, Straining, yearning to be free, Hitting me in the gut, And screaming at me, Pain escaping with every breath, Only to hit the wall in mid flight.
Category: Poetry
Run & Be Free
Over me you stand, Hatchet in hand, Broiling with hatred, Me lost in confusion, Wondering when death may come, Faced with uncertainty, Situation unclear, you walk away, Returning momentarily, Ensuring I’m ensnared in your spell, Dragging me down the hall, My yelling ringing on deaf ears, Playing poker with my life, Praying for the ‘Ace…
Denila, Oh Denila
Denila, oh Denila, Hear my words, Unlock the doors, Hear my words, Open the locks, Oh Denila, Denila, Beautiful beyond comparison, Brighter than stars, Deeper than space, Full of compassion, Denila, oh Denila.
Let Me Go
Drama whips up the hidden demon within, Stiring like smoke, Billowing forge lit in my heart, Breaking down doors, Yelling hidden whispers, Letting myself be me, Breaking free of your binding chains, Breaking up with you my friend, Freeing you, Let me go.
Thor’s Poison
Awe strikes like lightening forged By Odin’s hammer, Flashing bright as a hundred million stars, Dropping like the morning dew, Weighted and tainted, The lead eats into you tearing your soul Thor.
Metaphors and Artists
Creatures are we, floating on clouds, Lined up white lines, sailing us onward, Slithering through the down turned earth, Working our way through our futures, Writing about our loves and hurts, Yearning, striving, and starving while towing the line, Designing passion through twisted metaphores, Moving one step closer to the bank.
Bubbles (Inspired by Bubbly by EJF)
Bouncing & dancing, Jamming away into the air, Paws and jaws waving, Popping bubbling bubbles. Little ones playing, Running in muddy fields, Blowing bubbles away, In darkening skies, As the wind goes by darting, This way and dashing down, Deepening ally way, Freely bounding amongst the heavens, Gaping as the stars abound, Higher and higher,…
Sane
Taking me down the path of sin, Belial calls my name on liar tongue, Sweet, soft, liac profession of incarnate love, Taking form in soft flesh Seduction flowing over and over Whipped into submission Told lies of love Learning to hate the soul within Gone the innocence of soft human dreams Lies forming demonic presence…
20 Years Gone, for what?
Opposition faced in masks Hiding neighbors face Antagonizing brother, Sister felled for hypocrasy towards a Heretic view of religion, Hot weather fading hiding cloth Face mask a must, not an option, Rights driven into trodden sand.
Purple, Her Regal Majesty
Purple is the new world order of colors, Royal, Regal, and beautiful, Deep, rich, full of the beauty of a million violets.
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