Monthly Archives: November 2014
Outside the gray dying world
Outside the world is gray and dying The clock tick too slow The moth won’t swallow No more Blackened air has deceased The trying For all who call home They sell a soul For pure, for tidings They would perish … Continue reading
At the pool of blood
At the pool of blood My eyes saw my face, many faces Generations was born slowly The father became the son The mother became the daughter The wind brings more rain toss, to and fro The world was not a … Continue reading
I would tell you, my love
I’ve failed, I’ve tried I’d be the last man on earth When the owl stay his eyes I would listen to the dark skies as it flap its hands For close, from on high The little bird pick up its … Continue reading
The Last day
Life cloak my old age like Noah’s son in the cave on death, ashes became my friend Before the world’s eyes I stand a trial greeks, romans all stoop to witness A fine line, was drawn eyes could count the … Continue reading
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