Wormwood Poems - Poems about Wormwood

... “The External World of the Internal” when the Internal finally woke up, it was like all the words in that book, flew at It like flaming arrows, an external bar......Read the rest...

...Gaze into the battling fire - a whisper in savage red, And into the clouds that travel at the blind and cyclic wind's behest. When the murmur within starts to weave its frail thread, Calmly, let y......Read the rest...

...The exterior mirrors from within reflect Saddened universes, known only to their shadows. Not in the fears of the night, nor in the day’s bright gleam, But in the diffuse light where silence bloss......Read the rest...

... (With Wormwood Dreams) The fire and ice, heaven and hell equinox calibration of scales, scorched Earth beneath a sky of epic fail of primary colors in triple beam, sale, cine-scene- totem of......Read the rest...

... An anti-resolvent-fume- of-infest-chokes-out-integral-yield of humanity. Thick as molasses, blackstrap morass of emnity. Blight is apathy, and apathy is blight. A Void, a claim farmi......Read the rest...

... Saturn's bubble gum rings Pink and blue Palladium, magnetism Tractor beams moon Stark reality edges out the sky Dipped into the milky way Heavenly cookie Message n......Read the rest...

... Meanwhile at the Temple of Doom, the hearts of the "resistance", are burning everence in "Human Resonance Frequency", somewhat resonating resonance residence, but not en......Read the rest...

...In the woods lurks the grey angel; Wingless and disillusioned, he awaits The onset of diarrhoea, Bismarck’s jocular displeasure And the seagull’s lugubrious weightlessness – Later than previousl......Read the rest...

...I have been working in the wings since destiny begins; I have been living in the wings to have a glimpse of everything. I am in here and you are out there and still you don’t know what is happing ove......Read the rest...

...The Trumpets Revelation chapter 8 Then the seven angels that had the seven trumpets prepared to sound them. The first angel sounded his trumpet, and there came fire mixed with blood, and it was......Read the rest...

...Last call for alcohol, embargo on the cargo headed for Fargo? Bootlegging articles of? "ConfederationNow", Boot logger, droned Ov......Read the rest...

...This garden’s abandoned, the lawn grass is tall The bushes and plants have grown high Cracked slabs path is uneven and small No one’s around to tell why Front door’s off the latch, windows open w......Read the rest...

...La Fée Verte, Mistress of Wormwood, High Consort of la Belle Époque, Shimmering with joie de vivre. She’s holding court with bohemian charm, All haute couture with feathers and furs, Promising ......Read the rest...

...A waning aura no longer flamed enough to flicker a surrender. Decomposes, decompresses like mummification wrap. An anti-resolvent-fume- of-infest-chokes-out-integral-yield. Thick as molasses, b......Read the rest...

...The reign of death will last as long as time when my last fruit changes into wormwood the death of life is not misunderstood when candles lit will cause the bells to chime silent in death's repos......Read the rest...