The world is encrusted in a jewel of despair;
But all thoughts are naught beyond compare.
The hurled and the flustered swim in a pool of repair,
Waiting for some sense to be caught, while they stare.
Everybody's going so quickly and I want to go too.
The hermits are rowing the boats of a love untrue.
Vagabonds are blowing kisses to the head of a zoo;
Not knowing of the condemnation soon to come through.
A man named Apocalypto wanted to sit on the sun
"Know you not, sir, that you might burn your bum?"
"Of course", he retorted, with the confidence of a gun,
"I'm not a fool, I'll go when the day is old and the night is young."
Look at that eel, swimming through your blood;
I know you don't kneel, once you're the king of the m
I pray you feel, a pain stronger than the pricking of a rosebud;
Yes, I pray you feel, the electrocution birthed in your blood.
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Long Soon Gone
PoetryPart 6 of my 2021 series. Long Soon Gone is a collection of poems that are highly abstract and cryptic. Much of the messages and themes are up to interpretation. This collection is very special to me as I feel that it represents me best and just abo...
