Sorrow Judgement Poems

To all who are among us
I bid you all farewell
as the lid press down the eye
another story tell.

Drift me to a meadow
at peace the ever...

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From all the sorrow veiling this pith of Fire,
From all the greyness obscuring our martyr,
To all the shame Creations’ breathing satire,
Man, what do you hope,...

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There’s knowledge
in the world
for only 
the captive

Insight
on the other
hand
prescient to roam 

No ceiling
to happiness
but a floor
to sorrow

Direction
a vagrant
that goes 
where it goes

Spoken 
in cadence
our oaths
are...

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A colourful array of falsehoods
Intricately designed disguises 
Fools, fortunes, phantoms
Masks clinging on their faces
 Lives hidden away by an illusory veils
Veils that cannot be removed
Cannot...

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I was sat watching the world go by,
when I noticed a man begin to cry,
I asked this man,
what’s up my friend?
He replied kind sir do...

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Everything black or white
Actions either wrong or right
Choices this or that
And life just a game of ball or bat;

When life so complex that all is...

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Swinging watch of a hypnotist

Look into my eyes
You’re falling into a deep deep sleep
Forget who you are

In a red tie
I duck out my work backdoor

Stop
Stare
To...

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Depravity’s eye
is looking back
its eyelid heavy
its pigment black

A twisted image
as yet profane
A sinner’s focus
of sharpened pain

Depravity’s eye
will never blink
With tears of sorrow
the devil’s ink

Forever watching
the...

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Breath of life in a forlorn one,
uplifted face to brace the wind,
called His name with prayer to send.
Forgive me! I have come undone.
I lost my...

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Those who crown themselves with miters and croziers 
Are dry and barren canals to which I shall describe 

Boats remain frozen in their abandoned and...

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Shadows of Daylight

I walk up and down the isles, 
of the grocery store. 
I see things missing, 
and large gaps...,
in the background, 
of our day,...

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I see no point in continuing 
to put pen to paper
my words far too weighty
to float to the surface to be seen 
from the depths...

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There will be no more suffering.
Why are there wounds that don't heal?
What caused my joy to be exchanged for sorrow?
Why do I always feel so...

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She’s a flower of burned dirt
with pale and bony legs 
- her emaciated thighs 
etched with scars.

She’s been cutting to the music
of an inner, minatory...

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Weapons of mass fury
Locked and loaded 
watching the media Snow 
falling on tombstones

Blinding the world 
fury for the masses 
raise our glasses pour the wine...

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