Submissions by menoh

The golden cloud of god approaches
Armies of angels with swords aflame
And now we stand, we wait, defend, prepare to fight
Breaking the chains of pawns
Used as tokens for smiles in his petty game.


Many cower and bow to him most high,
My love we stand and stare defiant
Refuse his rules, his needs, disobey, and rise up
And we are painted evil
Making many of the brave reluctant.


"All the saints are watching, so remember this, disobey and be stricken from
the book of life...do not disappoint your god!"


For the...

Silent, unmoving,
On a bed as worn
As the rag you are dressed in,
Tears forming in your eyes,
Knowing what's coming,
An end to it all

But mine still lies ahead,
The wind howling outside
Reminds me that the world
Can be like your heart,
Cold and scathing
For I needed to bleed
To prove my worth

Yet my love I give you,
Undeserving,
But there's nothing more
That you can do
But wait out the days
Till your eyes are closed
And dream forever, a silent memory

So carry your tears now,
For none shall be...

These walls do mock and silently move in
They talk in jest, false promises do lie,
Me on the bed, to wallow in my sin
Aching heart can't cry but just emotes a sigh.
I can see through the fear, nice try they say
You lie to yourself, but your eyes they show
That the fire's gone cold, so think what you may
Us four can see and will forever know.
We've no mirrors, but we can reflect pain
And this room, your tomb, just as is your head
For therein you scream, though to you you're sane
It's us four that will be the judge instead.
    Scrub hard but that...

Seven hours was the wait
Till dawn did show her grace,
And troubled slumber
To rough a wake
In this a sterile place.
 

The journey home, however long
Are miles counted away,
A long stretched glance
To horizons gone
From dawn till dusk a day.
 

Scents of fleur from lands gone by
Paris, Spain and Rome
Are gone when winds
Rush to my nose
The lovely grass of home.