bullhead
January 24th, 2008, 20:23
The tide lied
Im swallowed back up the rivers wayward branches and sneezed into the turmoil of the bleeding waterfall.
Averted the clinical submission of my neighbours to the dogmatic farce, I managed
With the cloaked unsavvy puppet in his approachably modest throne.
A serpent around his mangled wrist and his frame made out of bone.
Stomping like a loved child, so worthy for his due and just reward
My sealed fist burst thought the trees, cascading madly forward
“What is this he bellowed?”, his teeth swinging in their blackened sockets
An untimely sudden burst of blue to ripen this unholy fool
My truth became a parasite, a subtle seducing note
Infecting my introspection, like a shovel to the throat
Elevated to obscenity before my view is cast away
A shift in the tides, the moon denies she ever had a say
(Correct me if its wrong of me to post poetry and the like in the art forum. Sorry if it is)
Im swallowed back up the rivers wayward branches and sneezed into the turmoil of the bleeding waterfall.
Averted the clinical submission of my neighbours to the dogmatic farce, I managed
With the cloaked unsavvy puppet in his approachably modest throne.
A serpent around his mangled wrist and his frame made out of bone.
Stomping like a loved child, so worthy for his due and just reward
My sealed fist burst thought the trees, cascading madly forward
“What is this he bellowed?”, his teeth swinging in their blackened sockets
An untimely sudden burst of blue to ripen this unholy fool
My truth became a parasite, a subtle seducing note
Infecting my introspection, like a shovel to the throat
Elevated to obscenity before my view is cast away
A shift in the tides, the moon denies she ever had a say
(Correct me if its wrong of me to post poetry and the like in the art forum. Sorry if it is)