Thread: Some new poetry

Please comment! Here are a few new poems I've written lately:

The Finale

Swiveled scarlet serpents bind
Form like the bright white moon
Cycling on forever, intertwined
As winds interrupt the dry dune.

The Alchemist wracks his brain,
Tortured by this truth, this reality.
Crimson blood, trickles like rain
Speechless, denying the fatality.

The dead do not walk twice,
Back to the earth they descend,
The living pay the dreadful price,
Seeing the light, can they transcend?

Darkness is light, water turns to land,
Inches from eternal elixir, we fall,
Face first, laughing in the sand.
All is one, one is all.



The Laws of Two

A human life, a mere fusion
Soul and body combined.
A striking biblical allusion.
Is God only us, refined?

Those who break the laws
Of basic Equivalent Exchange
Shed blood; exerting their flaws
Creating a chemical change.

Can we find a cure for death?
What can value a human life?
Nothing values a human breath
"Curing" death only begets strife.

Blinded by one thought, one mind
Dreams of brilliant perfection,
Shatter the inner of mankind
Cracking the physical section.

Once the laws are learned,
Duality assessed, the soul restored
Stand up, fight, the past burned,
Live. Live, under pen and sword.


The Wound

Lonely, pacing around
The dim, yellow lit street,
Thick rain battering down
Water puddling at his feet.

His red coat mirrors the blood
Dripping from his wounded face,
Mixing with salty tears and mud,
Limping through a flood of disgrace.

He learned that day all too well,
Those from the earth and the dust
Who return back from this hell,
Death is final, we will only rust.

Lifting his head, the tears clear,
Gray clouds dare to split apart
The burning sun they will fear;
Enlightened, the mind and the heart.


Dream Lost

The relentless rain batters down on the ground
Uttering a solemn vibration, shivering the spine,
The night, moonless, regardless of the clouds bound
To enshroud the silent village in Night's divine
Whisper; the rain her voice; the lightening her eyes.
Thunder moans, carried through the wind humbles
The most brutish beast of a man. The North Star cries,
Frozen by the icy crystal so high; He mumbles
A rhythm lost, many a year ago. The incantation
Once transferred from heart to soul, mending
Bodies, tightening minds. Omnipotent concentration
Pulses through the sky and winds, ultimately bending
The thick clouds. Man stares; laughing, amused.
We truly are so very lost and confused.