Two is company three is one too many for three is a crowd where one wears a shroud what kind of love is this so bereft of bliss for you share with two that which for only one will do
See them, wretched fools that they be; Her face like leftovers of a stinging bee His, the image of Satan in his fits As he glares at her cowing at his feet Her bridless mouth rains acid that scald His angry fists fly down again balled She screams, he rants; lullabies of war Both garbed … Continue reading The Baby
These our hands, five fingers Two palms, twin bringers The creation of God from earth Earth? So they are mere dirt? Earth perish at the hands of earth This I ponder sitting at my hearth
i count a great the number of these army that doth slumber. while the future dies each on his bed lies they wait for gray hairs in the safety of their lairs.
Looking out my window somehow i know that you’re there far away but near a face among the crowd held high and proud
The fool listens to the deaf,
Following he who sees not himself;
i am the son of my mother the child of my father the creation of my creator an offspring of nature i am the voice of the silent i speak their intent
they asked us to smile
though our tongues tasted bile.
they choked the throats of our ears
trying to drown our fears
its innocent me alone
thats left to atone
for the deed of ancestors
long lost in earths stores