Submissions by badmalthus (Harry Rout)

I draw the curtains
waiting in the darkness
for a little light
to break thru the crack
in the heart of time

lost love
drowning
on the surface
of things
that were never
meant to be

waiting in the darkness
dead thoughts resurface
and your photograph
frames old memories
in the heart of time

naked with fear
burning
in distant longings
from long ago
that were never
meant to be

crouching in the corner
I hold you close
in my fading dream
hoping for one...

in my back pocket
Prometheus
burns like a book of matches
while
blank sheets of paper
scream silently for words
of poetry

a pen
a pen

my sanity for a pen

so who the fuck
upset Apollo
&
his nine whores?

a pen
a pen

before it all ends

I wonder
is this blood
or
just red ink
that gushes from my mouth?

&
let not this whore-bitch
called
R-E-A-S-O-N
block the path of intuition

a pen ...

each drop of time
drips slowly
between the cracks
of reality

waiting for...

birth
life
death

love
hate

everything recycled
forged into form
atoms re-assembled
deconstructed
in the emptiness

from the One

each drop of time
slowly dripping

and
here we are

waiting...

In the stillness
Time flows silently
While the mind rests
And all things
Sit connected

Nothing does everything
While heaven
And earth
Move within cycles
Of yin-yang

From the emptiness
A butterfly flutters
In the morning sun

A young child smiles

The old man…

Remembers