Various Poems

1. festive_funeral

Thou poets pledge the name of thy love
Romeo has thee indifference of the world
You will fight, and so as we
We may die, but you will live.

Drinking glasses filled with beer and wine are clinking
Stranger's laughs and the casserole that the host is serving
Guests watching basketball in the living room
The tragedy of her death is coming soon.

In the north, melting avalanches and ice floor collapsing
In the east, Pacifica is raging, destroying homes in the Philippines
In the west, volcanoes awakening, painting lava streams
In the south, Polar Bears growling not from rage but to extinction.

The equator is now a blazing belt, whoever crosses the line will be banished in a fiery fate
Zombies apologizing to humankind
Humans keeps on pointing fingers to blinds
Cannibals cannot find anymore flesh to grind
Wave your hands, 'cause God's saying goodbye...

First and foremost, why?
Communal or covert, we will die
Thorny or ubiquitous, come on Grim Reaper don't be shy
I know for sure that many are making amendments and proponents
None the less, His dawning is the upshot whether it will be tedious or convoluted.

Hope, pray
Wish, may
The supernatural maul will break the cuirassed crust
To unleash the devil's syndicate and the cacophonous screams
Deafening fiddling gentries, abhorring resilient ferrets
Whilst the unwavering tragedies are incremental
Pseudonyms and aliases are on furlough
Hyperventilating plasmas are mental
Admonition and know-hows are a no-show
Jettisoned the paroles and a seizure of torrid storms
Horrid boars scattering on the once frigid floors
Heaven will be the clearinghouse of good hoes.

The rapture will be the festive funeral
Bring​ing off those who believed and to receive their medals
The bloodcurdling fatalities will be well deserved to the presumptuous rebels
Their liaisons will be incoherent and useless.

The follower's death will be the festive funeral
Their ascending will be on the book of life and have approval
Their faith will never be rewarded with desertion nor cobalt
Their bodies will be numb but their souls will be robust
Festive funeral, looking on how catastrophic it is, it may not be festive after all.

The comeback of the jurist is the festive funeral
The attendance is bonded with paperclip with the angel's arrival
It will never be slurred and the jury's decision is rest assured and final
The Great Revelation that we fear is the festive funeral.