In a peaceful valley Contradictory caustic chronicle Innumerable years of naught Vultures mark the spot Vengeful young hover Elders perch, peck, hunch Barren eyes follow Generation after generation They keep coming back Constant flow of marrow Crimson drops On rusted barbed wire Hopeless bones Lay naked in golden grass It’s a jail of sorts Hidden…… Continue reading Brother
Divinity reaches down from the sky, or maybe right up through the ground, there really isn’t any way to tell, it happens so fast, the rug gets pulled out from under me, my soul is wearing thin and my heart is quaking from everything unknown. The sun isn’t really rising and setting, we’re spinning around…… Continue reading Smoke and Mirrors
Then Then, the day to day All I could do was go Away Fear clouded memory Duck and cover Mind fucked like A ravenous lover Leaving me helpless Weak On the floor A sobbing heap My truth Should be a lie Just let me be free The shape of fear The shape of me Hollowed…… Continue reading Away Then
The wonderful Christine Ray of Brave and Reckless was kind enough to record my poem. Thank you Christine, it’s beautiful! https://soundcloud.com/christine-ray-464639061/where-did-you-go
For me, Christine and Dom Where did you go? Little one With your smile as big as the sun When did running Change from game to survival When did hide and seek Become staying hidden You were always first in line Brave and limitless Shouting from the top of the pines Who hurt you? Little…… Continue reading Where Did You Go?
Immaculate conception Unimaginable deception Bloodied bible Walls pitted Plastered with black Brush the bullets From the pelleted pews Panicked prayers Dynamite dreams Shattered screams Sentenced to life Punished to create Hell on earth The color of cages The sound of metal The taste of time Drowning in drought Dying in doubt Dreadful days Demoniac nights…… Continue reading Child of War
The house on hill looks like it’s smiling. An ironic illusion. Who thought to dig out a flat spot on a hill? It was obviously meant for landslides, not living. It does make for a lovely view. You’ll see, once the swelling, bruises, rage and fear subside. Or a new family moves in. It’s clear…… Continue reading House on the Hill