Paarthanox Pink
There was once a man
who made a deal with the devil,
losing both limb and mind.
Whose thoughts once ventured uncharted dreams
to discover and to find.
Paarthanox Pink.
Beneath a grave of stars doth thou sink,
unto vistas of beauty, in its purest essence
which dwell in labyrinthian luminescence.
Where the soul of that dead man serves
in archaic damnations he deserves.
The Sunsett City,
once ruled by Paarthanox Pink,
who sought unknown things no man could fathom to think.
In his madness was he consumed,
and so was his city doomed.
In oceans of the sky,
Where he ventured to die,
The warden of the stars could not keep a leash
upon the myriad stars he had kept like fish.
dark matter
in distant places odd
facades hang on vacant faces
walking the endless maps
across forgotten nations
as feet bleed crimson
as angels weep
as dark matter collects
on ancient city streets
old hands write cryptic
words a requiem for the living
dark matter in distant places
endless nations gather
cryptic eyes glazed gaze out
as angels bleed
something scream down
labyrinthian streets
dark matter reeks
The Composition of Shadows (II)
by Michael R. Burch
We breathe and so we write;
the night
hums softly its accompaniment.
Pale phosphors burn;
the page we turn
leads onward, and we smile, content.
And what we mean
we write to learn:
the vowels of love, the consonants’
strange golden weight,
the blood’s debate
within the heart. Here, resonant,
sounds’ shadows mass
against bright glass,
within the white Labyrinthian maze.
Through simple grace,
I touch your face,
ah words! And I would gaze
the night’s dark length
in waning strength
to find the words to feel
such light again.
O, for a pen
to spell love so ethereal.
Published by Contemporary Rhyme and The Eclectic Muse
Don’t Go Near The Edge
Rumblings of battle
resound weakly
muffle
fear’s
labyrinthian lunacy .
“Don’t go near the edge!”
Rules change
shadow’s lie
truth waffles
doubt dances
“Facts not in evidence”
become reality’s
playmate
Coaxing
cajoling
enticing
whispering
“None have ever returned!”
unchanged
unfettered
Reason’s building blocks
overwhelmed
by the towering
edges
of thought.
©8/23/2017
submitted to – The edge of reason – Poetry Contest
The trees
extrude themselves
along the low resistance
pathways in the air.
Nature abhores such vacuums and
fills them with wood.
.
The birds who
inhabit the trees
ride sunlight trails,
slip along transparent
tunnels on the surface of wind.
.
God kissed the path he gave to me.
Do I see the beauty
That surrounds all senses fully?
His footprints are my company.
Earth and Son's energy
Promises life eternally.
Spirit resides so willingly.
Secrets shared earnestly
Blessings of love sent eagerly.
Prayer and hope decree
Within each heart that's free.
Here we accept the Master's key
To unify humility
With white light purity;
In service to community.
I see Spirit showing to me
How my new life's to be.
I'm part of God's Holy Army.
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