2012/04/29

Chasm - 2012/04/29

Here layeth a chasm so wide
That it will not be crossed
Without diving into the pit
Into which souls are tossed

There once was a weak bridge
That spanned the great gorge
Victim of extended disrepair
Damned by a stone cold forge

Built by flames of perdition
It lacked an ability to last
Maintained by puerile actors
Behind whom power is amassed

Each year the pit gets wider
Distances measured in regret
To remember ones who fell in
Is a promise never to forget

Yet if the memory stays true
And every condition stagnant
Then chances of reconnection
Shall obviously remain scant

Welcome to a world of denial
Where this bridge withstands
Assaults of an army of myths
Those who cut at its strands

Observe the would be victims
In actuality dark aggressors
Who thrive on blood of babes
Disqualifying all successors

So here I am ready to depart
To join ones who came before
As the chasm breeds paranoia
A kind I cannot take anymore

2012/04/23

Pinprick - 2012/04/23

They asked me to stop
Though I knew not how
So the facade crumbled

They begged me to save
Yet I possessed no power
While to doom we tumbled

Pieces of my imagination
Layers of logic gone mad
Taunt us at each crossing

The antidotes are missing
Lost to our exact counts
It is they we are tossing

Screams produced of hell
Unleashed by recklessness
The ship sinking by choice

There in the distant wind
That saintly sound emerges
Is it a dream or her voice

Who dares claim they know
Whilst the world so drifts
Into the annals of my blur

Only a fool claims to see
The truth built upon lies
Ignoring horrors that stir

2012/04/06

Kindling - 2012/04/06

On the edge of town
There lay a decrepit house
Barely remaining upright
Boards flapping in the wind
It was an engaging sight

So many more await
Reveling in the insanity
Dead castles with no kings
But nightmares that answer
When the ghastly bell rings

A moderate breeze blew
Unnoticed on a summer day
Knocking over a dozen or so
Relics of a new age religion
Dogs of which work to not know

A vast horizon of derelicts
Greets glasses sans pink tint
So let us hoist a glass or two
Drowning our troubles in booze
Joining an army of the screwed