Serpent Poems

Another summer has passed, like a golden serpent through our days

Another summer has passed, like a golden serpent through our days,
Leaving behind a trail of footprints on the sands of unseen time,
Under the night sky, stars extinguished like candles of silence,
While the wind sings ancient incantations, whispering forgotten secrets,
Far away, in the depths of sacred forests, trees tell their story,
Their branches weave the old dreams

friend

DEAR FRIEND,
THE END IN FRIEND HITS THE DEEP END,
THE SHADOW I USED TO DEFEND,
AT PRESENT I HAVE NONE TO DEPEND,
ITS AS IF ALL YOU DID WAS PRETEND.

DEAR FRIEND,
WITH THE SHADOWS OF YOU I SPENT,
ALL YOU LEFT WAS A PAINFUL DENT,
CURRENTLY ALL I CAN DO IS VENT, 
LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO SERPENT.

DEAR FRIEND,
I NOW

Serpent

Slipping through the cracks
Seeping into the underground
Slithering through tunnels 
Cyclical inconvenience resurfaces

SERPENTS’ SOIREE

SERPENTS’ SOIREE
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Slinking silently, a slithering sight,
Seven silly snakes, under starlit night,
Sassy scales shimmering, shining so bright,
Sipped sweet scotch, subtle, smooth, and smokey,
Seeking to score and swap silly stories. 

Kundalini Rising

7


         O I
     C   @   L
         E D           in my spine
          

My hatred weaves into verses like a serpent of smoke

My hatred weaves into verses like a serpent of smoke,
I am a sad poet who bathes his pen in blood and shadows,
I seek my reason in the past, in those days that seem never to die,
And memories are my muses, ghosts nesting in my soul.
My hatred grows when I uncover my scars,
Turning them into fresh

Hair Clogged The Magical Drain

As Far as our Eyes will see,
In a Vast, and seemingly
endless World
to the Future’s greatest of Extents,
in a little Hut,
Hidden in a Swamp,
Lies little Old
Ms.
Garratha.
with the few who Reside
alongside.

They Eventually found
a Beautiful spring,
during their driest of seasons,
although seasoning doesn’t matter --
when It’s Wet twenty-four --
Seven.

The Decision to have a whiff,
without a -- Sniffer, may Just

The Serpent's Night

The serpent hissed,
on the first day of school, 
looking around to find a group to poison
a group to fool.
It's slitted eyes wandered around 
searching and searching.
at last the serpent found,
the fools laughing and smiling.
The serpent went,
its black heart beating with eagerness
the smell of innocence. it was addicting.
The fools invited the serpent with open arms
unknowing of

Serpent’s Lair

How wicked the tricks of your serpent’s lair
a lingual place of wild mango magic behind caliente lips
where a supple sensualist lies in seductive ambush—
rum on the rocks spices the red bed of your taste buds
libation temptation whets my wish like a knife on stone
medieval my want to stir my tongue in your firewater

my fingers a

serpent mound

under the serpent mound prudent
demons (NOT monsters) preserve the
nuts and 
endosperm meant for
later day 
postmen to deliver
when the time is
all too convincingly ripe

WHERE LOVE LEARNS NO MORE

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WHERE LOVE LEARNS NO MORE


Where Love learns no more 
two serpents crawling twine
one midnight black another 
luminous wizardy white 
entangled fanged bedazzled 
circled by ultra violet rays 
ultra red Sun the One
swimming in beet orange
mint mix elixir eclipsed 
quiver quenches wreathing
writhing thirst as cerise
petals silently fall, crumble 
dust to dust 

Here

Criticism

critique not asked as serpent rises from the jealous swamp.

A Serpent on My Path

On my way back home
Whilst walking the straight clearing 
Made by trampling over grass
By human feet, creating a path without greens.
I walked this way many times already,
And many times
I came back home safe.
I thank my ancestors for making a path.
Its kept clear, flowers will not bloom
Not on that pathway, 
Nor will shrubs and bushes
Scratch my

Wild Is The Night

The night unravels like a tattered black sail,
its edges fraying with whispers of secrets too heavy to hold.
Stars—fractured shards of a forgotten mirror—
pierce the dark fabric,
their cold fire spilling across the sky like the dreams of ancient gods.

A feral wind prowls through the streets,
teeth bared, dragging its claws along rooftops,
tearing through the loose skin of

Serpent-Shaped Tears

Serpent-shaped streams of tears slithering down my reddened cheeks
As I silently cry out all of the feelings built up for weeks.
Quietly reflecting on how he's changed because of my critiques.

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