Heavy rainfall,
Heart pounding still,
Veins pop out,
As the ghosts haunt.
Twisted screams,
Scarlet storm from a crack.
Eye peering in,
Many peer out,
When the sky falls down.
Red River from a slit,
Eyes twisted,
Shine a grin.
Impress,
Depressed,
Progress.
Light shining down,
Scare away the dark.
Healing,
Stealing,
Breathing.
What was lost,
Is now found,
By purity,
Who heard them yell.
But they yell for God,
Who cannot hear,
And cannot see.
Alas,
Fate not met,
Dear wretched purity,
Disguised as greatness,
Is such a demon.
Wearing the wool,
Smelling of blood,
But not nicely done.
Cannot trick,
Cannot bait,
Such trickery is tempting,
If not read.
Sing to the ivory,
Break down the Gold,
Seek out the fortune,
Deep within our bones.
Secrets beheld,
Life withheld.
Too far gone,
The river stops,
Gobbled by the goat,
Named Purity.
It shows,
It grows,
It knows.
Sins tattooed in its eyes,
Such a gaze bewitching.
But doors open,
Collide against crippled,
Paralyzed and tried.
Silent truce,
Wind enveloped,
Golfed,
Consumed.
Nevermore,
Maybe something more.
To see it,
The gates of Gold.
A pleasant surprise,
Far from touch,
But close to sight.
So far away,
Can it ever be reached?
The treasure in our eyes,
Suppressed to the back.
The scar pain died,
Along with the voices,
Screaming into nothing,
Never to be heard.
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Poetry"The universe kissed the stars, who birthed a galaxy of new beginnings." The only way to express beautiful and cynical thoughts is through the delightful invention of simple, and yet complex, poetry. My poems never end, have no defined theme and st...
