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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: ? Through bare Overarching limbs Jaggedly swerving Skewering The pitiless dark ? I ascend To moonlight’s Withering call Awash In her shadowy illusion ? Winter prods My still And heedful form ? To embark beyond The weaving Snarls of bedlam ? © William Wright, Jr. Excerpt from the book “The…
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My mind is six feet under A feast for the vermin The villainous thoughts, that dwell in dark places I arrived here crashing Coughing black plumes Into the pristine world above I was sent here by the weight of my sins To be wholly forgotten With an army of defectors Where we’ll despair in circles…
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Morning descends like an eagle With its blood talons raised Screaming, then hoisting me along Writhing in its iron clasp Sailing high above mercy Taken, by the sharp eyes of fate A new ground emerges Where I’ll await to be skewered Then torn to bare bones To the satisfied cries of beasts
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Pursuing, perfection Through and through Horse-pulled, on a pompous carriage To oblivion’s door and beyond Where I’ll strain and I’ll search As a serf, for the rest of my days In service to this idol I’ve born I’ll roam for that threshold Stout, blinded, and vain Kindling a dream In spite of the falls, sure…
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I’m along For this furious ride through the ages On our grain, amid grains of dust I’m here for the long haul, over the falls As a lone lost particle In the broadest river of them all Rushing unheard and carving The expanding unknown I’ll be here for it all Never knowing our path Imploring…
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Into a blissful ignorant cloud I depart, from the arc of arrows Raining slaughter and havoc. Apart, from the crimson flow That ravages these times
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The city is an open grave Where the many lives I’ve shed Arise in the night My former selves are but mindless vessels Slithering, from shadow to shadow Unsheathing, the nightmarish past The harder, I claw for the surface The more I am cherished By the coils of memory
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Cradled in Paradise Hills In the chilled light of dawn Gospel, blares with a new day’s mercy “Every soul that surrounds me Is surely, lighter than mine” “Not I” Eases out of my mind Still tussling with nightmares Still afire with grief The news, it constantly skewers With the mantra of madmen and traitors And…
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Tranquility seems, like a far off fantasy Tangled in a permanent mist With no roads through, to its firm gilded walls Stability is consumed Splayed in the swirls of a garden Sunned and fragrant with lust Clarity is vibrant It serenades, every full mind adrift From behind the steep walls Where the bowmen stand poised…
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: Dear Anabelle, ? Sometimes when I think of what we once were, I feel sick to my stomach. Other times I feel my chest tearing with such a yearning to be with you again, in that time, when the birds knew us by name and the future was just a…
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