Iron gate
chastized, reckless fate
metal brigade
something to rate
turn the promiscuous slate
unexplained sudden love
shapeless incriminating dove
vicars accusing stainless glove
boundless, tainted invoking truelove
fabricated hate
Devils chosen date
Orwellian ear
custodians of tyrants fear
Traces of morbid black
Submission bound on a pointless track
vacant, morning without the right flag
if you could, would you all take it back?
just another beggar, another vain hack
cold merciless winter slap
Dear Anbushed in the decadent trap
Mazes of bursting red
delusion awakens slowly in cursed bed
headless rider without a perfect head
blood-born in an instant case of living dead
vivid sounds are getting stranger and stranger
malevolent cryptic voice, slur of imminent danger
Why obstruct the messenger of rightful, provincial anger
is cursed, daily bread
looking, smiling ahead?
nothing to read
nothing to fear
nothing is flying, near…
my dear?
My turquoise Queen
my getaway unimpoverished sin
fearless black-white arguing valiant twin
why come so late?
another pointless debate
Loveless hate…
always
needs somebody to blame
desperate love…
yearns, and
needs somebody to gradually hate
frozen stolen Barricated Gate
morning flowers, fragmented by chilling fate
small windows painted in Machiavellian blue
the fallen dream is raised naked and too true
with you
without you
if you only knew
how far I flew
to become something new
something true
something created without spoiled glue
incomplete words
smiling red sharpened antagonizing swords
Blue Hyperboria placed in a stolen world
Cowardly betrayal of the legacy of white Nords
return of the chosen Lords
tragic fall of the imperfect Gods
Nobody knows…
how deep this silent river goes
Iron metal token
a represented dream is softly, outspoken
awoken is
Ghost train to gray and silver Hoboken
nothing is said, not a word is spoken
frozen smiles are irretrievably broken
Rivers of acid suicidal blood
dead shapeshifting smiling cod
howling is a new jealous rushing flood
a white widow who doens’t morn
golden child, never asked to be born
tribal world punished and scorn
pillaging, mute rant
primordial savage is living on his chosen land
forced is spectral betraying hand
futile castles are always built on hollow sand
birth of another meaningless band
shallow music got out of hand
haunted violent yellow romance
demons suspended in the convincing trance
unauthorized, bold advance
night lost in black seductive Séance
Did we ever have a chance…
my dark velvet, forbidden romance
make a stance
just dance
dance away
red haunted, beautiful disarray
when all the world will stop
make the silent entrance a soundless tear-drop
kill the turbulent and cowardly rented eardrop
hang him by the perfect twilight-made rope
take away his barbaric, way too-optimistic hope
wordlessly pray
find your faithful way
don’t speak
don’t say
don’t show the exit
don’t point the way
devils sleep in sour clay
for beggars is served an empty tray
for Chosen kings,
blessed dames,
gallant knights
I will set things right
you don’t belong to the damning night
use your power of sight
follow the golden archway
Chase the starry way
it is easy to forget
what you give, is
what you get
rainy cracked wooden bed
smoldering heavenly bet
timid blue river washed in colors of mesmerizing red
let it go
say it slow
let it flow
did you know?
imprisoned in hot newborn snow
puritans sometimes, just shamelessly glow
let me know
when you feel the magick flow
Star intimidated by violent prudent scars
future without cashless wars
Empty drink, drunk without executive bars
The world inherently naked in the last dominating farce
A Period of time
Arthurian freedom rehearsed without chains of time
red and white spinning dime
a teacher without delinquent rhyme
dinner finished in the glory of perfect vine
an error of ways, destiny made sublime
another blameless day without crime
another story painted in a green divine
Blessed River Rhine
dreams of mine
is music back on track
can we take all this back?
the current word is noise pollution
today’s Voice is a criminal institution
Brain, silent devolution
hearts, loud execution
souls, final solution
involution…
shape made in translucent stone
wind triggered without ratling, fallen bone
sacred is coming home
nobody has to walk alone
let it be written
let it be done
we are coming
home!
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“The only ones who make rules about writing poetry are people that don’t know how to write it.”
Sadly on point and true..and yes, I agree Haiku..S…balls…
I’m sorry, I forgot to put punctuation in the poem…when I write a poem I usually do this later, so I don’t break the flow of thoughts that are written.
I am not that illiterate…LOL
At least you can see now part of my writing process…there is always a silver lining…as they say.
My, sincere apologies.
HP.
The only ones who make rules about writing poetry are people that don’t know how to write it. Now I could say Haiku aside but I’m not. Haiku sucks…
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