Monday, September 3, 2012

Religious Vipers

Watch the iron door close...
Every evening on the hour
The ticking clocks
The pulse of hearts

Religious vipers.

The sun goes down all quiet
And we hear the bomb fall.

Distorted reverie

The fire as part of us;
Burning throughout the eyes...
The wanting, the needing, the desire

We come undone through deep emotion
The aspiring thought flows from disrepair
A nearby lake of passing shadows...
Pass before me, my life's end...
And your Octobers;

The unwritten parable

The sign you did not read.
Here death becomes new born...
And your life just a dream.

Distorted reverie

And so I offer my heart up
(If you'll have me…)

Wake from fear and grieve

Religious vipers.

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