Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
Tried to follow Frost’s journey as far as I could.
Nah, f*** this, walking is terrible.
I stray off the paths
searching for something,
a little more bearable
I find a farmhouse and an old pesticide plane
At this point the road not taken by has gone down the drain
Steal the plane and now we fly
Through pink clouds and regretless skies
I jerk wide awake.. from my dreams,
And my pillows soften
my grounded screams.
Categories:
regretless, conflict, dark, depression, dream,
Form: Free verse
Men did not swear
by leather bound
prayers,
woven into
mismatched melodies
of ‘this is what He said’.
Devil deranged like
a man claiming he
can speak to God.
Devil’s face flushed,
he is a victim of the heat,
a fallen angel,
another lost
silhouette in ‘His’ image.
Underneath the world
created by us,
he is consumerism’s mascot,
keeping warm
by fire’s touch…
Flames are meant to
keep us warm.
It is not his fault
we demonize other forms.
Hell’s sweet sound
of regretless wonder;
stop shaming the devil,
he is only dancing.
Categories:
regretless, allegory, allusion, angel,
Form: Free verse