As I sit here
I can hear a broken clock
Tick..
Tock...
Tick..
Minutes turning into hours
Each one faster than the one before
The constant motion from both its hands,
has started to make me sick.
intrusive thoughts begin to creep
slithering like a serpent
Through my mind
The ticking has stopped as
Death's whispers tauten round' my neck.
The last sound I heard was that broken clock
Tick...
Tock ..
Tick...
• A shiny crystal ball
• Make sure it does not fall
• If it breaks, the spirits who fell
• Will drag you with them back to hell
Just walk
I tell myself having no destination
in mind for it is better on dark days
not to arrive but to be moving towards
somewhere as like that miraged vision
set out on the horizons of the soul
that seems forever unreachable
but which some inner compass
tells me is the right direction
and will, one day, intersect
with that still point around which
all things revolve.
This world suffers from original sin
David said in sin my mother conceived me
speaking of us all born into the world
showing the sin bias not to be free
But do we realise how inwardly dark we are?
for there’s no end point to this disease
left to itself it will worsen indefinitely
as temperatures decrease for a big freeze
Mankind is so blinded eyes are shut
heart so very hard solid it won’t break
mind is so foolish it can’t at all think
can anything be done? Needs earthquake!
The prospects are not at all good
as man goes from bad to worse
deceiving oneself prone to be deceived
walking the road to receive God’s curse
But thankfully God shows a way out
giving His son for man’s substitute
then light came upon their blindness
to receive Christ at Calvary’s foot
in the inexorable mist ellipse
the angel sings in the heart
of sinners scratching to fight
the worm's whisper
...gray light illuminates rooms
where rusty pictures stain
the memory of eyes freed
from fermenting woe...
poetry of the heart snaps
fusing mental photographs
(heaven in the spirit to fight)
...demons in the acquiescence
release the numb epicurean cats
paws digging unknown wombs
of the afterlife roaring in our cries...
the purest sounds are spawned
from pain and the urge to weep
(hell is hermetically muted for eras)
Oh my lost soul went to fragility.
Searching spark amidst of tyranny.
I was tempted by darkness, there’s no light.
Gone by despair and I could not fight.
World was too deep- there I drowned.
There at the woods where I was not found.
Loved roses with thorns kissing my feet.
Drunk my dread sins, digging a pit.
Thou shall not take light away from me.
Craving for forgiveness in my spirituality.
Oh I should walk into the road of His mercy.
Bring me back to life of tranquility.
This inner dark soul searches for light.
Trying to find the path of what is right.
Son of darkness! So please let me go.
I might die in pain and see no tomorrow.
Where do the roots of a tree of lies start,
where do they grow, if but not in the heart?
From what poisonous spring do this wicked tree's roots,
draw the foul water that nourish its fruit?
Does the shade from it's branches cool those who stand near,
or does it's dark hint of evil make them tremble with fear?
In the fall do its leaves change to golden and brown,
then drop in a heap, already rotten on the ground?
If a child builds a playhouse in it's crooks and its crannies,
will they soon look as withered as a wizened old granny?
If the sweet sap be drawn from the bark of its trunk,
will it make a man speak falsely from what he has drunk?
Will the foul blossoms of this tree ever wither and die?
When the light of truth shines on it, as the sun from the sky.
It’s been broken for so long;
Silently churning.
I forgot I was alive,
swimming through rotten joy.
Fatigued and Complacent.
You found me;
a torrid husk enraptured
by a sinning sun.
I spun under that liar’s star,
wishing on it’s peers for a new world.
A new way to breathe.
Hunting throughout eons
lost in-between the reckoning
of seconds; caught up in a disheveled
theater.
I thought they had forgotten me.
I had nearly lost sight of my favorite
constellations,
Looking up.
Stiff necked.
Hoping to find the light
that could remind me of
the thoughts that used to
come to me when I first
discovered the sky’s
patience for my reach.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.
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