Submissions by Genacherib11

Sloped eye, withered vain
sally forth towards hell's full sail
lapping at ghosts with silver tongue
deafening is the mind
dark toward bell has wrung
Martyred steps with such ease
devouring idealistic justice of spiritual disease
Never a lamp to shine nor light to show
a path
The dark heart reaps only wrath
" Oh gentle hell this way "
the creature sings
" Upon your grief, I give thee wings! "
Promises laid forked tongue does laugh
a pier of grief of it's own behalf
The monster lies to it's own end
it be a...

Crippled and torn
                                            For the nights spent forlorn
                                               Which was the moon
                                             Under which I was born?

                                                Under the witch
                                                  Down in lakes gloom
                                                      Glassy eyed
                                                     And spider like
                                            She plots her own...

Upon the descent of the sun
I become inflicted with an unquenchable thirst.
I have spent many nights gazing at the spectacle of lights
and smoking towers across this great river that are surely
a result of industry,
I think rape, black lung, bones and rubble, unmarked graves and fatherless children.
but on this night, on the other side of this indigo snake
who carries freighter boats on her back;
like a scorpion with her young, I see what is not plain to the eye
in the light of day, but a metaphor for my soul
wrought only by the graciousness...

These thoughts are a shallow grave
where my tongue buries them
kiss me here
it means ....nothing
I am less to you
less to myself
and yet this pen continues to scratch this paper!
am I finding value here?....or am I kissing this hole in an attempt to be filled?