Submissions by ENOONMAI
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Aug 2018 2:46am
15th Aug 2018 2:46am
Cinema In Three Parts
Dig it---
Midnight
Clap-board border town
Myopic camera zooms in
Like crosshair eye
Skin like weathered saddle bags
A belch of crows over-head
Murderous wing
Tilting & lilting
In random unison
Shifting in a pale, parched sky.
Time passes like horses
Leading a black maria.
Dig it---
Midnight
Saloon lights
Sounds of cat houses
Beautiful thieves in attendance
Twelve hours to showdown
Whole town will be watching
"Bring your guns Johnny boy-
There's gonna...
Midnight
Clap-board border town
Myopic camera zooms in
Like crosshair eye
Skin like weathered saddle bags
A belch of crows over-head
Murderous wing
Tilting & lilting
In random unison
Shifting in a pale, parched sky.
Time passes like horses
Leading a black maria.
Dig it---
Midnight
Saloon lights
Sounds of cat houses
Beautiful thieves in attendance
Twelve hours to showdown
Whole town will be watching
"Bring your guns Johnny boy-
There's gonna...
#shadows
#nightmares
566 reads
3 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
5th Jul 2018 5:07am
5th Jul 2018 5:07am
The Mutant King
#fate
#apocalypse
#nightmares
492 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Jun 2018 2:29am
23rd Jun 2018 2:29am
Poetry
It should make me bleed
It should make me feel uncomfortable in my own skin
It should take me where I don't want to go
Into the darkest corners of obsolete dreams
It should stir the old gods to life
And awaken the slumbering spirit of the race
Spare me your numb sentimentality
And windows into your flaccid memories
Bring forth your demons and their hell fire
Wield your pen like a knife to my throat
And make me feel alive for even a few minutes
Speak to me the words of a new faith
Sing to me forbidden songs of new ceremonies ...
It should make me feel uncomfortable in my own skin
It should take me where I don't want to go
Into the darkest corners of obsolete dreams
It should stir the old gods to life
And awaken the slumbering spirit of the race
Spare me your numb sentimentality
And windows into your flaccid memories
Bring forth your demons and their hell fire
Wield your pen like a knife to my throat
And make me feel alive for even a few minutes
Speak to me the words of a new faith
Sing to me forbidden songs of new ceremonies ...
#WritingPoetry
515 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Nov 2014 00:37am
1st Nov 2014 00:37am
Yeshua
The roar of a lion
Judah trembles
Bethlehem nurses a kingdom
in her supple bosom
Border lords smother their fires
and extinguish their dreams
Desert bards, prophets
and lunatic sages hibernate
amidst swollen dunes
Out of scorched earth
cometh the Locust King
in raiment's of sick cattle
and barefoot messiah daydreams
while murderous councils
mutiny with rancorous devils
in fluorescent skins
torn from disenfranchised priestesses
gone feral and starving
in orgasmic motions in slow frames
upon bleached and stretched...
Judah trembles
Bethlehem nurses a kingdom
in her supple bosom
Border lords smother their fires
and extinguish their dreams
Desert bards, prophets
and lunatic sages hibernate
amidst swollen dunes
Out of scorched earth
cometh the Locust King
in raiment's of sick cattle
and barefoot messiah daydreams
while murderous councils
mutiny with rancorous devils
in fluorescent skins
torn from disenfranchised priestesses
gone feral and starving
in orgasmic motions in slow frames
upon bleached and stretched...
635 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2014 6:28pm
23rd Oct 2014 6:28pm
Palsy '29
Suspended elegance
fortresses of retarded nuance
First-person spectator
still-life mosaic
in pale imitation of life
Diminished spirits
phantom keepers of lunatic corners
Border lords between here
and a thousand elesewheres
Misplaced forget-me-nots
of a forgetful god
derelict travelers
of waking nightmare
shamans of inert ecstasies
elders of dispossessed tribes
sleeper-cells awaiting a miracle
fulfilled prophecies awaiting a prophet
harbingers of unsolicited hallucinations
and myopic visions
delivered upon oily wings...
fortresses of retarded nuance
First-person spectator
still-life mosaic
in pale imitation of life
Diminished spirits
phantom keepers of lunatic corners
Border lords between here
and a thousand elesewheres
Misplaced forget-me-nots
of a forgetful god
derelict travelers
of waking nightmare
shamans of inert ecstasies
elders of dispossessed tribes
sleeper-cells awaiting a miracle
fulfilled prophecies awaiting a prophet
harbingers of unsolicited hallucinations
and myopic visions
delivered upon oily wings...
666 reads
2 Comments
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