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The Prodigal Tongue ...and You laughed with my innocent insolence, condoning the chides of insecurity; my sins invoked paternal glee, whilst others paid penance for your double face of dichotomy, and I was bathed in purity. as they took up the sow to live, to sweat, to bleed, to die, I slept in silken satin, entertaining many a lie. and I broke the honor, and I stole the sword all done by Your love, everything committed under Your gaze as Your divine apathy induced me into the solemn craze beside the boy in prayer, below the man in remorse, dear Lord, mark my immortality, and witness this weapon... each word and line, thru my blood, nail, tooth, thru these hollow days of sleeping crickets, and fallen kings taking in strays... and I am damned, and learning, and I am bored. © BarrEnSoul, 1999 Onslaught I dreamt, to breathe a night dream save no other fields decrepit with death rent, rotting, roaring flesh blackened and charred with fire... purified my lone mentor stood afar, stood proud cloaked in cherubic clemency positioned aloof, in his putrid killing field a scythe resting lazily on a hardened bone white arm his brothers dance and laugh within necropolis laying corpse after corpse hazed horizons dim lower to murky eclipses as new meat is wrought into this simplistic design so beautifully bloody bodies dangle from broken trees your horror is read on the yellow grass barren wastelands are made fertile with your blood to give birth anew to monstrosity a rancid breeze murmurs in the distance incantations, chants, and drones presumably more screams war glances at famine a peer to pestilence assurance from death bones and pillars to our society snap and crack splintered beneath the heel of our own immortality let us howl give us leave to damnation allow us fury save us lament have us a prayer © BarrEnSoul, 1999 Grinning at the Wolfshe groans inside of me... slipping on my innards I smile stupidly... complacently, twitching the cattle in the café eye me haughtily, I smile dumbly as waves of egyptian sands course thru my veins and the screams of the celestial soldiers rain down upon me, my chest beats and stops... beats once more they are protected, shielded by espressos and triple cocoa lattés by BMW’s and cheap talk shows and CNN this herd knows, they never forget, but always forgive. what vanity is this! Lewd laughter and grins set flight upon me these elk garbed as tigers look to hunt the tiger guised as a fellow elk yet the sun falls it is ugly, it is the first time I realize this I pay the tab and leave this world for awhile it will still be here when I return © BarrEnSoul, 1999 Atop a Dog's Head Through the Window colors are fading into a grey dusk and her trees are waltzing away into the windless air, falling into the stone river, which flows beyond in celestial length... her heart drives sluggishly in lazy ramblings, with many a quiver and a breath, and a snort as shades, evermore daring, advance in ranks. the lazy light steals the fancies of magic hilighting drab seas residing in border of the vision. the set becomes the mood, the air, the essence and my eyes moisten in reaction; and her nose; with the death so many associate with life in the wraithes of the romancer and his rose plucked from its last breath with a knife for a maid's love from a knaves lust and it is now black, and it is now dust. © BarrEnSoul, 1999 |