...in a world of over 7 billion inhabitants...sisters and brothers manage to stay away from each other...in matters of the heart, love, and family...thus the darkness, and evil fill in the gaps...
By Dead of Night
By the wind of day and the dead of night
The darkness descends within shadows sight
With hell bound hurts and impetuous ice
Submersible souls with a pandemonius price
Can you see the blind man...starring at his grave
Can you see the shackled man...freed as a slave
The abandoned woman...crying in her cave
The neglected children...that no one wants to save
Sempiternal storms with rambunctious rage
Capturing sacrificial souls in a cadaveric cage
Life eternal hanging on by a sepulchral string
Hibernating humanity with a crucifix cling
Shelter the coldest ones...for they knock at your door
Feed the hungered ones...for they always ask for more
Quench the thirsted ones...bring their lips to the shore
Love the unloved...and see their hearts begin to soar.
...let's make a change
July.08.2017
Far Away - Contest
Sponsored by: Nayda Ivette Negron
Categories:
cadaveric, abuse, conflict, family,
Form: Rhyme
Take a look at something unnerving
like cadaveric spasms;
or a perfectly shaped idiot
such as the legendary Pat Boone
with his homophobic point of view
- And it's easy to see why:
It doesn't really matter
if there's a God or not!
All that actually matters to me, is that:
Theoretically,
both the Godhead
and My head
express a very similar
morbid sense of humor!
I mean,
things could always be worse:
I could have been born as Cliff Richard...I suppose?
Categories:
cadaveric, angst, death, god, philosophy,
Form: Free verse