Age, catatonically passed between
In its thinking processes
Doubt, and the most ghastly, Fear.
And will no angel edge up, to whisper
Death's so called realm, down-winging:
"Death is but heavenly near?"
Categories:
catatonically, angel, death,
Form: Rhyme
Mortal bonds, the chains of flesh
Shackle a weary spirit
To a crushing forlorn succession
Of a failing in the means to find answers
Any action, bound to be
A fruitless endeavor
Disquieted passerby
One gaze into a jaded pair of hollow eyes
As if viewing through a pair of stained windows
Of ornate painted glass
The visage, like the empty pews
Of a magnificent cathedral
Of agonizing sorrow
that which never ends
Blunting the edge of indescretion
I will find no relief
Ceaselessly lamenting
dismally spiraling
Into loathing lol self reflection
Catatonically stricken
By the weight of calamity
Ironically symbolized
To illustrate a trend
Bending will, I broke it.
I chagrined in disbelief.
mortality, transcendence
Categories:
catatonically, 1st grade, deep, depression,
Form: Free verse
Stretching my mind accross the dreamscape,
Trying desperatly to find an open door,
Where i can pluck my sane thoughts
From the whirlwind,
Tuck them safely back in again
Bloody knees and knuckles struggle up the mountainside
No ray of hope to light my way
As i fight thru the fray
At long last i see the enemy of my soul
Lassoing the whirlwind
Spinning my thoughts catatonically
I stretch my hands to the heavens
Scream the name of Jesus
And the dream evaporates
into a misty black haze,
I awake, clear in thought
Peace at heart
Breathe his spirit in deep
Ready for the next battle
Categories:
catatonically, faith,
Form: Free verse
Worming through the tantalizing jungle
nearly catatonically sated
with bitter antonym of nourishment,
my choice is to withdraw reclusively.
Time’s suspended …
dreams elsewhere,
until,
under glassine membrane occurs
a veiled but stirring transformation.
Soon opened,
this envelope reveals
the full-fledged figure
that’s fluttered proudly
in the warm light of day.
Then swiftly flying,
joyously, to the glittering bank,
I sip the nectar of the gods
as a newly emerged writer.
Categories:
catatonically, on writing and words
Form: Free verse