|
The Meaning Of Winter
The Meaning Of Winter
trick of hades
my winter season hallowing
trick of treatise
intersection masquerade
what was the rise of souls
was what as risen in the sea
bubbles of inspiration
from the sunken winner
winter, my november remembers
swimming through summer
and living with lovers
all to an abrupt end
as ends become lost
as finalization spirals my station
into abyss
IS nothing acrid?
is everything sacred?
forget me
something sorry approaches us
when we telephone our mother
badly unknowns
and something sorry surrounds
when we hang up
conversations destroy half of us
when rebuilt, never the same
we are ever the same,
as when we let devestation commence
when we are born
and when we, wombless
descend to the woe of tombship
discussing the toes frozen
and moods, doomed to the mob,
of cheergivers' superficiality
each spring's beginning
each new bud, sapling, germination
each old bud, sap, germ infection
i await to be held in stasis
at a standard basis of chassis chastity
chess chasing down my mind
less lacing up my body
each spring's beginning
to last to the first individual
perfection, of frost
perfection, of forced habitual
hibernation, in lit cave
or in lit stove, heat vent, or brave faust
when halloween hits
i am shot out a bottle
when my birthday next
neck in neck, yet arm in arm
i am swarmed with swords
of knights and devils
of nights of evil
of death and despair
if only, a breath of air
bleach my skin
and tell that rabbit
i'll follow his tracks
in the blue snow
and soon know
the meaning
if what but a name
if what...
(oh, poor demeter
the meter of our demeaning)
__________________
Twyll The ChyllTyrant
aka Verbal Kynt
aka Soul Prophet
aka Wally Wigglez
And Like That... He's Gone
The greatest trick the devil ever pulled, was convincing the world he didn't exist.
http://www.myspace.com/twyllthechylltyrant
http://www.myspace.com/realninjtruth
http://www.soundclick.com/tyrantny
|