Gold on ancient atoll?
Gone be prospector's hope!
Gore, doth coat the brazen bull?
Golem, get the rope?
Best for those politest men?
Better think again.
Bone a-broken, dive in den?
Flicker on the fen...
Torn like life tormented?
Break upon, O wave.
How the gods lamented!
O shroud hung on the grave!
Yellow as a predator's eye?
Dun the desert doubt.
Riddles, rivers, thy reply?
Time will sort it out.
Plight of all the human race?
Leaving like a trace.
O defeated, thy disgrace!
Cholera, catch case!
Syllable, O sylvan!
Each to preserve a life!
Dreams once started, thus began!
Razor's edge or knife!
Wail, O watching widows?
We'd really rather not.
Soul a-sold, what doth ye owes?
Death, be but a thought!
A thought to think
As u fight
To breath
No demons like
Reality
In which u seek
At your feet
Battler warriors
A priceless soldier
A worldly romancer
On earths tiny lil dancer .
A fight well fought
Captured moments
Well bought
So it seems
In my head
In a hole you sink
Yet not beneath
secrets well kept
In a hole thats
Black..
Yet black holes
Are not da only sin.
Clouded thoughts
Only too opt
A plan well plot
Is my next big sin
I give you my politest
Stunning grin
As i leave
This place called hell
Fractal Reactors
A golden cloud carrying a
Glittered ambiance of light
Engulfed in a luminesce oil
Immersed in a phosphorus flight
Particles moving inside the oil
Fall as seedlings into the soil
Sparkling like a million star tips
On fractal reactors of energy the soil sips
The power in the oil reaches past all logic
Seeping through the facades of life’s magic
Empowering new growth to the deepest roots
Healing foundational truths inside our earthen boots
Becoming the purist politest for freedom to ring
Burning oil lamps of his reflection our voices sing
Saturating the earth in oiled light from above
One of promise carried over land 'by a single dove
The miracle
Oil in the
Olive Branch
Carole Cookie Arnold