Septembers Door |
The nine marks on September's Door
Tells the guest the creature's score
And the ushered have cause to leave
To revolving doors the craven flee
Just to catch a symphony
Rhythm and score play
For...
Posted by Anarchy on Tue, 28 Aug 2007 08:54:00 PST |
Sixteen Pains |
Sixteen Pains
It has been over a year since I've last wrote about my life as plainly as I did in 'The Regal of Washington'. I think I need to write some more.
So this pauper, rather this regal had s...
Posted by Anarchy on Mon, 30 Jul 2007 07:35:00 PST |
Death Marches and Lost Loves |
On Mars' Request
I've been dying to reach you
All the young men are moving out in twos
The long death march before the coup
How can all the life end?
When all we want is to mend and tend
To a ...
Posted by Anarchy on Sun, 22 Jul 2007 12:07:00 PST |
How the world ends Part 2 |
The Sandman's revolt
Is the result
Of his brother's dark beaten colt
So this once-upon-a-time dream
Has become flashes of hot dark green
As man's fall hits the ground
No believers will become...
Posted by Anarchy on Thu, 05 Jul 2007 08:56:00 PST |
Victories and Revelry |
In this failing light that is grey blue
I tear off the darkness to grow closer to you
The vicious whispers that cascade down
These rolling hills down to the sound
Are oft and naught
Ten times ...
Posted by Anarchy on Fri, 18 May 2007 04:05:00 PST |
How the world ends |
Honey scents are in the air
And lavender on my hand, her hair
Flows in the wind much like this river
That we are in
Not too far from our porches
Fields of yellow are hidden
The gift of light ...
Posted by Anarchy on Tue, 01 May 2007 08:31:00 PST |
Haughty Heights |
They met in a flash. As most kids do, in a group and pressed on all sides by their peers. Lifted too high by a wrong world, and pressed down too hard by a sinless Father. This is what made them differ...
Posted by Anarchy on Tue, 17 Apr 2007 11:26:00 PST |
Gracious Gift |
It is finished
Set the confusion about the forsaken
All the holy waters have been fished
Leaving behind cold black waters
In the absence of my Father
Eloi! Eloi!
By grace, by Spirit
This rock is bro...
Posted by Anarchy on Mon, 09 Apr 2007 05:54:00 PST |
Spring Cleaning |
Portrait of a fine lady
Making Solomon's prayers my own
Ten tiny treasons
Gather onto her body, siding against unbroken bone;
A short break from hounds made the reason
To break the gla...
Posted by Anarchy on Sat, 31 Mar 2007 12:14:00 PST |
The woods of Idaho |
I am the moment that they regret
They were made weary of plain men
And I have no vice, no skill, no magnetism
So the orange space bleeds in desolate homes
Then enters this choice, I made up my mind
I ...
Posted by Anarchy on Tue, 06 Mar 2007 11:14:00 PST |
