Okay, I couldn't decide which piece of verse to post, so I'll post both of mine in alphabetical order.
First one:
Quote:
Anyway
RELIC – of a long-dead past.
I’M FEELING – aside not yet cast.
Living, hating, they’re just taking
Avoid ‘em cause they’re awaking
Such reckless humor perpetrated
By our guests.
Pitting one against three, nobody cares
How much you bleed.
Fairness ain’t the game, but you
Knew that already.
Are you Jewish, black or gay?
Heaven saves anyway.
But they’re all liars
so don’t believe those words.
NEWLY – haunted man,
I can’t stand,
I can’t see beyond my hand.
Our new rulers dictate:
Assimilate, assimilate.
They breed whole new creatures
What was two is now one.
Intertwined within threads
Of everlasting, contemptuous fate
Are you Jewish, black or gay?
Heaven saves, anyway.
What was anger will now become
Contempt.
RAIL – skinny and old,
Ineffectual and cold,
It’s my last year
Or so I’m told.
Reign’s over now,
I can’t see…
They’re the ones that did this to me.
They’re all Jewish, black, and gay.
But they’ll be saved anyway.
Heaven’s pearly gates tainted with their
Sin-stained souls.
And the second...
Quote:
Weak
Join me in the crushing dark.
Where lucidity is varied and perception is reality
Where the faded dreams bleed venom into psyches of the young and old alike
Toxic canyon-minds that encompass this creation
Waving propagation-spore tendrils
In the aged forceful light.
Issues are not issues, concerns are not concerns
Diabolical convulsions of nightmare density
Worry yourself not about such trivial matters.
Ages past in apathy can only culminate in emptiness.
Parasites of a failed creation that festers like an abscess
Upon the ever-changing faces of morality.
Souls upon souls spat into the mud like so much garbage
Is this what Dante imagined?
Or is it what you imagined?
Always shifting, never ascending
Metamorphing through contempt and hatred
Where you would be but one complexity
Your adversaries are of millions
So many shards of glass in a universal window
Encompassing all with a deft reflection
Of nothing.
For where there is naught to reflect,
Nothing will be reflected,
And this is the story
Of your reflection
Indeed, of every reflection
Ever to be manifest
Upon this planet
Would that one could, would one be so foolish
As to join them that gibber in the dark
To lay hands amongst and upon archetypes of the unknown,
To drink with ones eyes the anatomical flaws unbeknownst to the black
To bear witness to acts of deformity and the facts of the universe…
Yes, one would, for one is weak.
As wormy beings hung from the psychic fishhook of need are,
Unable to resist.
You are all weak.
And that's my stuff. Ball's in your court, Skaldr.
