Tidal wave of black embers.
Reflection brings glory and pain
Under the cusp of expectations
Leave the cold stone in it's place
Each drop fills gracelessly
Forever owed to the dream
Never letting go of the thought
Zero choice in the calling
It calls howls at dusk
Morning hacks at the bone
Patience is beautiful
By Leon
Wednesday, 13 September 2017
Monday, 11 September 2017
Dark Hole
Dark Hole
Nothing lives here
But the dark hole breathes
No one knows of it's existence
Broken, beaten, tired.
Resilient to the outcome
Refusing to except the fate
Fate is a dream in forever
Crush the dream, torn within
Unlikely to adore the day
There is no start, there is no end
Darkness has no piece
Time my only enemy and friend.
Dark hole stuck in my eye
If I remove the eye, I can not see
If I keep the eye, It will not see
Help me see the day.
By Leon.
Nothing lives here
But the dark hole breathes
No one knows of it's existence
Broken, beaten, tired.
Resilient to the outcome
Refusing to except the fate
Fate is a dream in forever
Crush the dream, torn within
Unlikely to adore the day
There is no start, there is no end
Darkness has no piece
Time my only enemy and friend.
Dark hole stuck in my eye
If I remove the eye, I can not see
If I keep the eye, It will not see
Help me see the day.
By Leon.
Sunday, 10 September 2017
Infectious embellishments...
Infectious embellishments...
Hot surface, do not touch!
The pest fondles at leisure and in their own time
It is in the arena of soiled dreams
Looks like fun from the nosebleeds
Stranger grabs you by the throat
You go purple and pass out
You wake in a daze that others have described
The breath exhales followed by a sharp gasp
Unaware why the wolves stare
Cut the arm off ,throw it at them
This is what a bad plan looks like
The wolves chase the corpse that bleeds
Way more fun than the arm
But they will save that for later
Ligaments stuck in the fangs
Sharing dreams they will never have
Infectious embellishments,
Illuminating headlines
Full to the brim of maggots
Change the illusion of disease
By Leon
Hot surface, do not touch!
The pest fondles at leisure and in their own time
It is in the arena of soiled dreams
Looks like fun from the nosebleeds
Stranger grabs you by the throat
You go purple and pass out
You wake in a daze that others have described
The breath exhales followed by a sharp gasp
Unaware why the wolves stare
Cut the arm off ,throw it at them
This is what a bad plan looks like
The wolves chase the corpse that bleeds
Way more fun than the arm
But they will save that for later
Ligaments stuck in the fangs
Sharing dreams they will never have
Infectious embellishments,
Illuminating headlines
Full to the brim of maggots
Change the illusion of disease
By Leon
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