Empty old man embedded in his chair
Locked in his years and trapped in ancient pain
Silent, cold and purposely unaware.
That velvet chair - his prison, his domain,
Had swallowed up his life, his heart, his mind.
A silent king, he sat in silent reign.
In younger days he often was inclined
To laugh and dance and celebrate a song.
But now, by stony silence he's defined.
When he decreed that life had all gone wrong,
He crawled within himself and locked the door.
And prayed his days would end before too long.
But fate commands what man cannot ignore
His years rolled on 'til he was ninety-eight,
And with one tear, was silenced evermore.
Categories:
iceman, depression, family, loneliness,
Form: Terza Rima
He is a porcupine
Armed with lethal quills
You massage his butts
Butts from which comes atomic bomb
He fumes and shoots himself
Apparently a terrorist attack
He is a wild domestic bird
With a spiky beak that pecks not on faded pupils
Eyes of a wild cat
His hands bleed with honey
He tastes it not
He is a scorpion of the plain
He stretches his wrinkled tail
The tail which is lethal
The tail which does not retaliate
It only stings his back
His face is the mighty warmth of the Sun
Warmth that does not melt ice
His face grows kales and cabbages he tastes not
See stalks of sugarcane on this dry spell
Do guard this gezira from the iceman
He spits beer and spirits
He indulges in them
And urinates with his belt
His mouth is a heap of tusks
Which earns him no sterling pound
You iceman with coded language
You are the cradle of dismay
Your footprints are mass graves
You laugh when he removes his trousers
And orders it to enter his wallet
Are you a wizard?
You call him a jackass
To cry beer and spirits
Before he scavenges on his own carcass
Yet you fracture his bones and suck oil
You wizard must die of asthma
Categories:
iceman, anger,
Form: Epic
Though we all were taken by his helpful and happy smile,
said he came from a creature that seem so cold and vile,
Something about this fellow that made me look away,
there was a presence in his passing that bring dark to the day,
So full we are of this expectant hope,
through the walking of his shadows is how we all will cope,
I saw something chilling and it lingered in his eyes,
Then we seen that traces of fear that ran across the skies
this is a time in my life I rather not believe,
as days grown a fever in disbelief in his wisdom that may and shalll deceive
as his light will drop you to your knees,
a plague so fearless to shrivel up the trees,
I know he is mine to only wonder, if his love I shall keep,
for this day has come to choose if we only give in to his sleep.
Categories:
iceman, dark,
Form: Bio