A Few Pieces [Poetry]

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A few original poems I've scrawled-

from gauntlets to dry goblets,
we twist and shift and jest,
but beneath our merriments,
our vision is repressed-

as our blood is sweet red,
like warm flowing wines,
to often it unduly shed,
to preserve our fragile lines-

and as things have come to pass,
and to bitter ends we hold,
we dwell upon cracking glass,
clinging to the fragments untold-

dance a dance, spin and twist, do devour, all of this-
system break, cycle unwind, drips of sweat, end of time-
die for tomorrow, live for today, what does it matter anyway?
fall in line, leave in peace, the quiet march, and never cease.

join them now, secure your share, full of bliss, devoid of care-
take the leap, find your cure, live life blind, because you're sure-
to bleed is to beg, to beg is to bleed, where is joy in our time of need?
dance a dance, spin and twist, devour all with darkness.

does our our diffusive multitude
feed our frenzied fortitude
or darken our hearts and blanket our minds?

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Blood on my fingers,
Blood in my hair,
Where is it going?
How did it get there?

Pain in my chest,
Pain in my brain,
My vision is blurry,
And my mind the same.

Blood in my throat,
Tears in my eyes,
Weak are my legs,
As I try to rise.

On my knees,
My speech'd be slurred,
But I'll be dead,
Before I utter a word.

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And a little more light-hearted:

Once adrift there was a gnome
Who was known to often roam
In his wander he did stumble
and a curse or two did mumble

and here i too walked that day
along a forest spring in May
and in my view where he had tripped
did not my eye catch his slip

so i unwitting stopped to forerest
and thereupon his stifled protest
was entangled in my crouching seat
like a terrible lambs crying pleat

and a terrible feeling it was indeed
plugged below by such a river-reed
in the shape of a man so stout and crass
to have him crawl inside my a**

and to this day he wiggles and squirms
with languid passions he still burns
to free himself from my putrid insides
where he still unhappily resides.


that's all for today-

Amon-Ra

 

Crusading individuality - such that deserves no limitation by name, the offspring of music and truth for those who would understand.