Showing posts with label Shedding Skin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Shedding Skin. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Transformations Among War-Bred Kin

The doors are open over at the pub.  Open Link Night is in full swing.  Stop on by D'Verse and check out all the great poetry in play, and while you're there, link up one of your own.

atop charred earth, decisions remain

   when foliage stays,                                   
                                  does our soil yet still grow?
Trampling beasts
                  hunted, scared
                           as herds of men
                                             frolic near
Ensiferous and cruel
the blades weep
for outcomes likely due
Stained
                           by
                                    the spots
                        we grow

Shedding our skin thrice in life
        the disconnected cord’s the first
            followed by the innocence of youth—
                      here is where mutations spread,
                                 altering the balances—
                             and the last to leave
                         is the transformation,
                  as men, we’ll never see

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

The Mephistophelian Provocation

Well, I'm a bit late to the pub this week, but I'm thankful that Claudia kept the doors open as I definitely needed a poetry fix.  And that of course means that, as is the case for every Tuesday, Open Link Night is up and in effect over at D'Verse.  Stop on by, read some terrific poetry and while there, link up a poem of your own for others to enjoy.  Cheers!


I. CAGE OF SIN


In this age of terminal belligerency
A hex, a pox is placed upon thee—

Tingeing forth the pummeled plant
pressing through the groveling glass—

Thine heirs be slain,
in judgment for thy sins,

Each those chosen prior to
and the ones yet coming to pass

Silence these ne’er-do-wells
housed enslaved, voicing perditions
for which man’s inner weakness craves

Dwell in the aged moment’s freeze in time
linger long ere thy dreams clash therein

Fore in such a place, amidst the blinded vermin,
friends be replaced by the slithering tongue,
within the wretched serpent’s cage of sin

II. A Signature upon Shedding Skin
Beware the pomegranate kind—
sacrificing winter, for a fleeting summer’s moonlight dance

Bathe long in thy sweated skin—
before ye blood hath spilt upon demon’s pact

Return ye shan’t; regret falls moot
for what has waxed, will surely wane—

Returning all thy suffering—from fathoms deep
to an ever weeping flame charred sky

When debt comes due,
redress accrues the interest kept

III. Forcing the Hand of God

While thy prayers be pronounced,
And thy annunciation understood—
  
The heavens must flood forth its tears,
flowing forward, despite—because
of God’s ever-existing paternal love

Yet—because thy scrolls be scribed
by bloodied pen:
Thy penitence must be denied,
Thy soul, to Hell, must be sent,

And such is the price one pays
for abandoning:
Thy belief in ye self,
Trust in God’s will
Thy Faith—Thy wisdom—
That God shalt keep ye safe

And such is the fate,
of men who:
                           Fraternize with unholy beasts—
                           Break bread at demonic feasts—

And there is no saving
A man consumed by deicide