Premonitions rush
at me ~
Odd their angles
Categories:
premonitions, fear, image, imagination,
Form: Free verse
Winter scatters moth bones.
For a while,
it refreshes the turgid and lax.
Then the chill legs of small dancers
pirouette over warm bodies.
Flesh recoils, lungs curl around
each breath.
Hedgerows offer their huddled masses,
to the underground and hidden.
The light is going color blind,
Wind-crones whip rabbit hair
into wickiups
for the newly dying.
Categories:
premonitions, poetry,
Form: Blank verse
Our future has been written the story has been told.
All we can do is sit back and watch it all unfold.
All the past premonitions are starting to come thru.
Its kind of scary what are we going to do.
Have you ever walked into a room and had dejavu.
Its because you have seen it before believe me its true.
Evil exist you can hear its moan
Darkness and madness we are not alone
There is a reason that we have chips in our phones.
Alot of it is completely unknown.
He is storing our info in a file for hell.
Hes really organized cant you tell.
The devil himself is pulling the strings.
We are his puppets enjoying messed up things.
We have walked into his trap and played his game.
There is nothing you can do to make it change.
Because it will all stay the same.
Categories:
premonitions, anger, conflict, dark, deep,
Form: Dramatic Verse
They tell me its a new year
That there was some mysterious change or birth
Of common time, that this body fragile
With the wear of turbid life
Slopes closer towards an unknown millennium.
Waht did Nostradamus say
And all the sage and mystics who are peeled
From the fruits like a pear from its skin
Leaving the vulnerable flesh to fetch the bite
Of worms wriggling that crawl within
What did the Holy Christ and his apocalyptic Revelation say
Where is the beast and in what palace
What town, what place, the Herodless generations
Shall tumult to decay? No more
Myths, no Los Ninos nor bending space
Time is the endless going and coming until our death
Earth the same old cycles make.
This mind has carried the Babel of collective thought
Long enough, it must bloom its own flower
To grow its own tree for the sun's simple fire.
Categories:
premonitions, mystery, new year,
Form: Free verse