Popular Poems About Rebellion

rusted nibs
of this bloodied
pen.. breaks in that
decisive split second..

(a
ray of hope dawns
from it’s parted away
abrupt clucking splits
.. as an umbilical
home connect..
yet gotten cut off
for that lighted
chapter .. if not an
illumine.. )


..s e n t e n c e d
.

are only those
the so - system’s
scapegoats.. those
from their pleading
eyes of innocence..

breaks free..

from
the mindlessly
let loose volatility ...

Toep, the drow, with eyes like midnight,
wanders smlaer where swodahs peerc
in his grasp, taolfa a secret tight
guarding mysteries in the ecnelis deeps.

He traverses smaerd, a phantom's guide,
in the labyrinth of the dnim's design,
carrying taolfa, where samgine hide,
in the dnim, where worlds eniwtne.

Whispering through the sliev of thought...
Toep, the keeper of smlaer neesnu.

In his presence, reality is wrought,
a dance of swodahs, where truth has neeb.