Death, cringe me in time's tentacles tight
Emasculate me with fears of nevermoreness tonight
Anger me with the void where friends are dust and mute
Tremble still, for the death of the saints are precious
Heaven's God is coming, and already is victorious.
2
Death demonic distard drought of dance
Evoke enmity's empty empire no more
Ascribed Ascended Adonai Adoration's sure
Triumph, whose troves of timeless tolerance
Hasten not high heaven's heckled hurt to thee.
3
Draining sense and time, the ice clad heart shrivelled drop, a vanished cloud vat
Exiting the light, silence piling mass unmoved, flew in with the bat
Amassing nothing, drought drizzled leaves fall crippled, exorcised in air
Tettered life force fled, man decomposes to dust, our hearts flinch despair
Heisted loan sense-fled, blinded dreamlng, deficit stained, the ultimate loss
Categories:
tettered, death, imagination, me, me,
Form: Acrostic
I like the sense of it
Choosing those who manages the state
It does not mean I feel included
That anyone thinks about me
That my needs are the platform of the slate
I sense that all this spending
Wastes my time and expectation
That any change of governing
Is a delusion
In hemlock I cannot drink
The franchise
Holds us tettered at a brink
Categories:
tettered, political,
Form: Free verse
The dread been telling you
And you hypnotized by high fashion society
And you backslider calling yourself celebrity
The dread been telling you
Dread things to come coming now
A fire on the dry canefields of sophisticated reality
A fire red hot and burning and churning mortality
Emotions harrowed without plough
The dread hustled it for a song
Minds frazzled, mankind on the edge of inanity
Tettered and strained in thought shackles of vanity
Time to reap the world wind of wrong.
Finally the ceiling of heaven is crack
On laments and libels uncongeal before the throne
The almighty Yahweh is ready to redeem his own
For whip and whack he will pay back
The tyranny on the pitied poor
The fire rises from the west and the dark winds moan
Across the crooked tide of seas, he will not condone
The child crying at the callous door
Of mercy and man's insensitivity
Behold the fire that fable and kingdom has overthrown
Red hot and burning dread, God walks here alone
Weeding out the crass and inhumanity
Categories:
tettered, allegoryfire, fire,
Form: Verse