crescent moon brings white light
upon a pool of blue, silver lady,
apathy in apparition.
For i was the night you thought impossible;
a celestial trope that snapped your gaze to it
heavenly, as the cathedrals' refraction,
looming, as yellow-bright and in between.
did you think it possible?
that something of night and dark; the very innocent soul's care-keeper
could become such a sun?
i am humour
i am blame
but i am no friend to the stars that mock me,
a reflection of their brethern,
as my light was not my own-
hard hearts are never born from soft starts.
it is i who pierces the thick of dark
who bears the scepter above them
and it is i who prevails in the lore, the legend, the king of the night.
and they are nothing to me.
Gods and Angels
Gods and Angels
Gods and Angels.
...but what of the people below.
those in your wake;
underneath the sole of zeus.
do you cherish them?
as a raving crowd to their caped figurehead
or the blood and dirt
as they view death in general's garb.
where does your human heart lead.
(due to lack of examination or any confirmation at all we as a collective as one can conclude
are you even human?)
to rage, free to stomp
nothing nuclear or shaped in warheads desire
brings the behemoth that is your company
(yourself, your you)
to the level of humanity.
to the same earth we were born of,
you: questionably so.
where you could lay prone as one of a democracy
it is in the only human shred you show
your freewill, your choice,
to choose neither.
and believe in a lesser god that is your own
in a mirror of what you believe
and what we have created.
YOU ARE READING
NEW HEARTS & COLD SEAS
Poetrywhen they seek you out because they know they can, because they know they can get away with it - anonymity is your friend.
