Sarcophagus Poems - Poems about Sarcophagus

Because it is the archangel hypnotizng you into losing yourself in that thin treadmill at the archane center of advanced transurfing & remember what that demagogue Rex Hemphill said. This is why it's best to imagine one's skull as a chamber of fetal hair waiting to sprout into a fetching pompadour & it is cool that you readily chased out that tenacious...

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- - Deplorable Dora - - Destined to request the best and never get it Regular ordinary bored her When temptation came and offered improvement You can bet she accepted Barbie bold angel...

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My sarcophagus is made of gold, my soul is filled with coal. Breathing was impossible, trying to catch my last breath. When there was no air to have. My sarcophagus will just rust away, as my body decays. And memories fade, You are all outsiders looking in. The endless thoughtlessness, heartless, tormentors you are. wishing for me to relinquish my life, My sarcophagus is made of...

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Squatting in the insouciant syrup of a somber solid sucrose, I’m cemented in a molasses morose and its lipogenic fructose. The glucose gathers as regurgitated nectar barfed by a buzzing swarm, And what’s inside is fossilized into a saccharine sticky form. Alas, an amber chamber for a saprophagous future, Entombs me in my own sarcophagus sealed with a sugar suture. In...

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I long for these ancients to speak to me but we have rescued them from the world of the dangerously alive and plummeted them into a vast pyramidal tomb sealed with wax. It is a tomb of glass, where the preserved fustiness of eras past can slowly shed any traces of the epithelial cells that crafted them. I see...

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Smileless faces, Hateful words Painful actions, In tumultuous worlds. Do unto others, Before they do unto you, Is this now the golden rule? It’s not the one I knew. I try to soar above, Above all the distrust, But, I’m still left wondering. If we can ever liberate ourselves From our emotional sarcophagus....

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As I gaze at the priceless sarcophagus of a boy king, my mind takes me back in time; thousands of years ago, when pyramids were powerful monuments, and Isis covered the entire of Egypt with her powerful, yet gentle wings. A time when the Nile was as clear as a crystal, and gold as abundant as ants in an anthill, is...

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Knock knock whose there? Me, the blind man was the response. And where from? asked the other From the catacombs that cover years of deaths and years of solitude in caskets of not so forgotten years. Where then and why are you blind? asked the dim voice from within the sarcophagus that laid asleep within its dark encased...

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Your casket you build with love and care With your faith, His grace and latch of gold. You build it with no remorse to bear. Your casket you build with love and care Past heaven's portal no box you’ll wear No fear of darkness or ground so cold. Your casket you build with love and care With your faith, His grace and...

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My roots with rodents rage with space and time distant from life Ask not my name my limestone bed gives clarity to friends and foe Farewell to all the memories of kissing oxygen...

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