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Adrian Anthony Poem
When the naif that whispers
deep passages of unheard words
into my ears, stop.
I am once more able
to hear my own thoughts.
How they drift.
And, begin to speak,
a collision of words.
Those that vibrate the
walls of my mind.
Recalling the confusion
of free thought. I have once
more submitted my being
and am lost. That within
my own thoughts.
Copyright © Adrian Anthony | Year Posted 2007
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Adrian Anthony Poem
Begin with the end.
Time to rainfall down, kissing mine essence.
In thought. That of thy memories in rememberence.
To branches ascends thy child hood memoirs.
Do you as well, reminisce, in ways we used to play,
as child... I love you old friend. (Tree)
In returning in this form. I love you brother.
To an eternity of thoughts, in thanking you for your
decisions, deciding decider.
Forever living life out in the instances of
a single reflective motion. An eternity in watching.
Insanity driven by dementia, in forms...(demon)
Forever ongoing as the watching watcher.
And in tracking these mappings, I've become
thy keeper of time. The time keeper.
In resolution and resolve, to that the
questionings. All which will, may revolve.
Never in notion of brothers, and ponder.
With wondrous collective thought. I am
in creating a new form. No skin, but
a new covering. With means of manipulations.
To realization of reality, within time cascading.
There, has only been one, in seventh realm.
Divinity? No i'm still in questioning...
3 are 1...No...7 revolves 3.
I am not mine own brethrine for we are one.
To which way in theory of the equation is never ending.
To which I've now become the
mental alchemist. And... in paths passed,
I've killed myself.
Copyright © Adrian Anthony | Year Posted 2007
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Adrian Anthony Poem
Every day, finding myself stuck,
with thy same of thoughts.
Why cant i stop thinking of you.
In hearing your voice,
as it whispers to ear.
These thoughts cess,
i can no longer speak.
Fall in stature, thy rarest of evils.
Why cant i stop thinking of death.
In recalling your face.
Im brought back, thy catacombs
where mine demon wells.
Look towards thy horrors.
A collidascope of a hundred million
words. Just let thy confusion consume
me. Then let go.
This nameless thing, ruling over me.
Why cant i stop conjuring its name.
And, play, repeat, thy spellings of this word.
Then fall back, calling forth this monster.
Im willing you, devour who i use to be.
Thy birth name of this body, is no longer apparent
here. Just let the confusion consume
me I'll never let go.
Thy darkest of crimson coverings.
A collidascope of a hundred million
thoughts. Screaming eat me alive.
Without you i could never have
survived.
Copyright © Adrian Anthony | Year Posted 2007
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