Veins of blood, pale and thin
Running amok, at keeper’s inn
Tortuously dwelled in diversity
Its vitality runs cold, in all proximity
Air tunnels pounding at the doors
Hatches jammed, life is over, no encores
House of chambers stalled in overdrive
Community cells don’t come out alive
fate lurked within those walls
Endangered life to which it stalled
Essentials of life were battered by time
The pendulum stopped after its chime
Categories:
tortuously, death,
Form: Rhyme
Stiletto
Assassins’ choice
Agony-shaped elegance
Tiptoeing tortuously in killer
Heels
Categories:
tortuously, fashion, pain, women,
Form: Cinquain
As I walk the scented paths through
Beautiful bright flowers that entice.
Capturing memories in their folds I,
Dream of times now past and gone
Each one in itself a treasure to savour.
Fondly I recall such special times,
Heavenly hours spent with you
In blissful moments we shared.
Jealously I hold them to my heart.
Keening softly to myself, my
Love for you will always abound.
Magical fantasy's come in my dreams.
Now never in this life to again share,
Or to be able to hold you near, in
Passions throngs once more.
Quintessential desires burn deep,
Racing through my veins,
Setting me still on fire.
Tortuously teasing, driving me mad,
Understanding, not at all why?
Vacant still my heart remains
With longings unsatisfied.
Xenoglossia people can not us reunite.
Zincograph print is all that now remains.
Categories:
tortuously, longing, love,
Form: Abecedarian
SALVATION
Salvation is too far away
I need it now not some other day
My soul needs releasing
From a body tired and weary
I am already in my own living hell
Death will offer no more tragedies
Only an unwanted eternity of misery
My beliefs
My wants
My needs
Have created the quagmire of despair
I am trapped in
Pessimism rules the day
I need to be set free
Life is a meddlesome bore
Never ending
Tortuously continuing
Almost damning
A great travesty
Is this ungrateful living
Who will unlatch me
From the roots that stubbornly
Keep me rooted here in the present
Lingering on?
A destructive trend
Of self-annihilation has set in
Almost
It is so controlling
This stubborn irresponsible breathing
I am entombed in my own hell
Not ready to go
Not wanting to stay
I want
And need
To be set free
Categories:
tortuously, depression, introspection,
Form: Free verse
This image is different within my eyes,
Your masquerade is stripped of it’s disguise.
Your emaciated praise is so tortuously sung;
The black in your heart is a lie on your tongue.
Our mouths are muted by the lies you’ve sewn,
But I see the weed choking the flower shown.
Your cardiac corruption leaves your message hallow,
But blinded sheep need a sound to fallow.
Guided by deception they eagerly trudge,
to a demon wearing the mask of a judge.
You rejoice in every heartbroken lament,
For the law is only what you choose to invent.
Lies are laced within your every breath,
You march us to hell then whisper us to death.
Categories:
tortuously, christian, dark, jesus, metaphor,
Form: Rhyme
The soul Guardian watches and protects us from losing ourselves... it wraps
around us, a wall so high, that we become merely copies, our existence a lie...
we weave a story to explain it all, we learn to believe it, so afraid of the fall... the
soul Guardian bestows upon us a favor not, for it stains the goodness and
encourages the madness, forcing us into a prison from which it rots, maybe
never to be risen...we smile and nod, pretending all is well, wondering if anyone
sees through, we lie in wait of the warning bell...should it ring, we know just
where to go, into the midst of the phony show... back to pretend and follow where
it leads, the soul Guardian, to whom now controls our needs....when will we see ,
that the Guardian we created was never meant to be...twas born in our mind,
handfed with fear, raised by suspicion and kept oh so near... the soul Guardian
feeds hungrily upon the cracks of our mind, as we slowly disappear and grow
tortuously blind....we worship this vice, and allow it free reign....When will we see,
tis what causes the pain..
Categories:
tortuously, angst, confusion, introspection,
Form: Lyric