Category: Wicked Words Wrapped In Sin

stories told through blind eyes,

listening to the lies,

a sceptical decision,

haggard wisdom dies,

plague devoured his wicked words,

lost in valiant hands,

struggled to see within,

when beats of hearts,

unlike the cards,

holding tightly,

clutched beneath the suit,

a ace in the hole,

spades dressed to kill,

jump ship,

feed the shark,

watch it slither in the dark,

feel the teeth tear the flesh,

as we go home,

and restart…

weapons told as lies,

a straight path as the world dies,

flowers in the dark,

mushrooms fail to grow,

a pox on the disease,

fungus venturing deep,

we plant the pretty tree,

while it’s leaves wither away,

green hopes are true,

wicked memories of you,

a sea of waves,

wash me away,

the jetsam of flotsam,

midstream leakages,

to give a hope lost in my dreams,

denial woven in the lines of dialogue I wished to say,

but time heals none of it,

for there is no wound,

just me…

we strolled along the devils path,

towards a certain death,

but we turned right,

when we should’ve turned left,

the sticks that were stones,

broke all but the bones,

as we let is all go,

under and over,

beneath the winding waves of a world gone away,

proving the struggle,

avoiding the facts,

we stutter and we tumble,

we crumble and we decay,

and wither away..

Woken in the state,

a star was given form,

it polarised the world at bay,

stopping it in its tracks,

over and over the darkness rang,

while the sun forever set,

underneath the devils dish,

broken in a wicked sin,

new woven sleeves,

buried below the soiled earth,

capsized wager,

I gave a breath,

while he closed his eyes,

and gave me wings to fly away…

words are escaping,

the hole in my head,

the sin of my sickness,

a layer of skin shed,

open and closed,

my mind is a door,

my eyes are the windows,

my mouth is the whore,

splintered flesh,

wooden core,

broken in the ebbs,

of a sea in the floor,

we are for the moment,

we see in well,

a fish that cannot swim,

a light that does not win,

purposed writings on pages wet,

you said the desires,

and they were met,

but never set,

told through the sin of one,

birthing children to a whore,

the proud man lies with the serpent,

while the whore,

she swallows one..

Sew in the sleeves,

keep the sheep away,

shaved their flesh,

shed their skin,

for the meat of the many,

lies within,

a sea of red,

a bothersome tell,

stories of sinners,

winners are liars,

broken aplenty,

caught in the fires,

I poked the nest,

spoken in rhymes,

I hid in the well,

dwelling beneath you,

waiting to be,

swallow you downward,

for your hell  is within in,

dwelling beneath you,

for you hell is within me!

lake filled with fire,

blood on my hands,

past the point of punishment,

we ventured onward,

upwards and out,

wisdom washing over us,

oiled geek gods,

polished knobs,

yellow sticky goo,

yet a waiting,

as the sea raised with us,

over and over,

around and around,

everything went under,

then it drain out,

like water going down,

sucking the life,

for two days,

and in flight,

then nothing,

but night…

We misbegotten the sun,

yet it shined down,

without focus or whim,

I saw the longing,

that you looked upon him,

he as a child,

but not your son,

not that you had one,

not that you could,

a middle finger by life,

stuck up in your face,

you sullen,

you plotted,

you tried,

and you brewed,

stolen,

snatched,

taken,

his body never found,

for it was eaten by you!

past the ending,

for the start was wrong,

newspaper wording scribbled in sin,

you asked the favour,

over the waves,

a bloody mess cut open,

woven flesh,

rotten sin,

bones broken open,

screwed to the self,

nailed to a tree,

chewed on by others,

sucked from the bone,

fatty marrow all meaty,

tomorrow we see the reflection,

the changes unknown,

but the ending all the same…

Slap the side,

the dice of role,

a fragmented sign,

that is truth of told,

we see the decay,

as it seeps in smile,

we asked the ending,

please,

thank you,

a while,

prove me the difference,

take in the slice,

webbed footed sitting,

haggard distance,

beneath the waves of man,

blood ridden,

rotten,

lost to the last,

quill,

cannot make…

Under the wings of man,

came a demon born of sin,

it wished to see the world in ruin,

a burning shell of what it was,

but broken was the madness,

lost was the sea,

burden on the hands of we,

longing sought to be,

but the blind could not see,

westward,

under the lens of the sun,

forever onward,

to beyond,

and beyond…

Blind ambition,

past the moment of time,

violence by design,

you come at me,

but your not mine,

lost in a cycle,

a cycle in decline,

forgot the ending,

but that’s the fault of the beginning,

for I wasn’t what you wanted to hear,

a cycle in decline,

lost in a cycle not mine,

fruitless labour,

times thinning,

as the ship gets lost in time,

while we stop winning,

and you start grinning!

Victory dance,

fated to win,

the devil in my code,

sin upon sin,

we give,

yet you take,

liken my skin,

to the flesh that you sew,

only,

page to see the seam,

cakes poisoned sickness,

upwards,

decay of the deemed,

polluting what seem,

haggard in sleep,

open within,

a taste of the…

submerged,

insurgence,

plight of the doomed,

I ask for the given,

but I see the fate of my people,

last in line,

proof of the divine,

wickedness seen,

string theory,

enlighten the weary,

quintessential divinity,

virgin fathers,

born to signify,

plate perfect,

alone,

yet insufficient…

A wayward glance,

sideways,

in the mirror of something less,

my eyes seem dull,

perchance to dream,

me in me,

I see,

yet am blind,

torment me,

augment me,

poison that which I am with the seed of doubt,

dissolved and lost,

wisdom a fools treasure,

yearn to have,

what is not mine,

a body of hope,

work signs throughout,

energy distance,

quality,

without…

Serenade a song,

sing it through the shallows of where we all belong,

past coming forward,

seas washing back,

my last tangled voyage,

a logistical nightmare,

cries lost in the void,

coat hangers hanging,

cupboards all bare,

willow wished sermons,

my name said in scrawl,

seven sinister shadows,

prudent is my recourse,

father haggard the demon,

my bed became my home,

a wisdom for coming,

a silhouette of a man,

my eulogy,

withered in woe..

Hello from the beyond,

a doorway locked until it’s not,

forever and never,

further away,

a longing lost,

another day,

we see the sea that splashes against the sky,

a promise not kept,

a me not I,

years hidden in the tear cried once,

visages tempered in glass,

a song sung long,

we cry the river,

held close in the darkness,

tomorrow a mirror,

for my breath,

was my first and my last…

I cast aside the flesh of man,

I sat beside his bed,

I pondered many things to see,

to see inside his head,

a wisdom lost upon the clock,

times hand it wicked weaved,

the seed of substance planted thin,

a sea of sediment that was me,

pools of winter chills,

spoken words of lust spoken to thy reflection,

contempt for self,

masturbation hidden in the pages of books,

stuck together by the wasted spark that was,

torn pages,

young,

and old….

I was given a rhyme,

that was not mine,

a place to tell,

yet I would oversell,

a sea of green,

in a field of red,

the eyes not open,

yet words not said,

a fleeting moment,

caught up in the seeds of time,

woven to finite,

the disease was mine,

postured stances over bodies mine,

predicted hatred given fly,

a worm that never turned,

the violence of design,

constructed boxes made to fail….