Best Warheaven Poems
Hushed to silence the city sleeps
The calming of hatred and angry eyes
In the plains of Heaven angels weep
For lives of untold lies
In which the city cries.
Tis the soul that warms the night
Where love does not despair
On wings of serenity held in flight
To the castle in the air
For enchanted evening prayer.
Blessed are they, the souls of Man
The eyes of steady dripping
A feast awaits in timely plan
With heart shaped glasses for sipping
Where loveliness is gripping.
The earth below in turmoiled smoke
A death of kingly sin
The broken table of Shumard Oak
His shattered setting of Chateaubriand Marchand De Vin
The war subsided within.
To Heaven rise the innocents
Where peace and love reside
With cries of song in laments
Those souls now cast aside
The rule of Jehovah applied.
BY: DARREN J McMURRAY
September 21, 2008
After so many at the World Trade Center died
And after the carnage in the Bronx every night
Coming over this trail of blood like tears
Where that angry disenfranchised foot, booted
Start the course of searing pain down the inner thighs
The fetus left in tumult on the floor, the womb that cries
Cracked dreams in the veins again, visions sooted
After all this, and the time of sorrow banging on the door
An irreverent, debacled stranger I never met before
I could not stand in the fuming ash of day without just anger.
I turned in rage to find the tree
I supposed Frost too in his woods seek interminably
And all I saw was the beast
Skulking near the manger
All I saw was the beast
I fell,
On my knees but not for surcease of mortal pain
I held the wild horse of heaven in prayers bridled rein
I was searching for a woman
The infernal mother who abandoned me
To a serpent's care
I needed a confrontation with Eve
And heaven to absolved me
From what God should have done