A frozen glacier of time
Melts into my future world,
Exposing forgotten acolytes
From a distant, clouded youth,
A juggernaut recalling
Encumbered youthful thoughts,
A reiterating cavalcade

These hands of fire bled on paper
And stain the words in time,
A seminal test never fulfilled
The blockage of a writers rhyme,
But in the interweaving days
The topic is crystallised,

MP3, DVDs, Blu-rays and IPod
Entertainment meant to please,
Just like the days of old,
The static and the scratches
The vinyl once had worn,
Gave the music character
Back in the days of yore.

Her ghostly silhouette, once lost, became my Albatross
A choker collar tightly adorns my throat, a Gordian knot,
That immovable, impenetrable lump I cannot move

When I broke the husk apart
There he was standing alone,
In rags that were not his
With a bottle I didn’t know,
Was plain old simple water
But I thought alcohol,

Warm to tepid into cool
The leaves dry out and die,
Pile upon the forest floor
As nature dims the lights,
A solitary, lonely wolf
Stalks the trails of snow,
Searching for the pack he lost

Perched on the tip of the tree
A vision of green in the breeze,
Teetering off of the branch
Floats to the ground where I stand.
A swallow on wings of the wind
Silently chirping it sings,

As my lumbering behemoth of a life just rolls along
I dishearten in my very soul and steer towards what’s wrong,
As the weights of indignation fall and quell the will to grow
I search the afore-mentioned soul for depths I’ve never known.

Part A, part B
Need to become one,
Too bright to see
Brighter than the sun.

Temp is critical
Too hot just burns away,
Fusion minimal
If set the other way,
Metal molten
Running into one,

Hello! Can you hear me?
From inside your indulged mind,
Are the voices you’re hearing?
Identical every time,
Do I have to stab your fingers?
Just to make you come aware,

Cold steel bars
I’m awaiting perdition,
A week away
From social correction.
Does god above
Care if I live or die?
Do I deserve?
Redemption in the sky?

When I did cause

My neural thoroughfares
Only feel a steely sting,
Toxins surging forth
As the plunger sticks, descends.
A tempting gush of heat
Insinuates itself in I,
Relent in mind and body

Where does the heart of heaven hang?
If not among the stars,
That cataclysmic first big bang,
Kick started life afar.
Now all the different variants
Of life, from coast to coast,

Chant the Holy Scriptures from the infernal depths of hell
Failing to heed the whispers, from Satan’s lips they fell.
Endeavour to raise the magma from the home of hate and death

In blissful slumber

Searing shrieks invade to wake

Time impacts the wall.
4/9/08 ADO

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