Quiet trepidation of aged earthstutters man's momentum.Faltering and wallowing, a solidified sludge covers his eyes.He attempts to take holdof roots beside him,but they crumple in his palms.The mud thickens.His feet spatters until hefty with soil.Man attempts to progress forwardwhilst bound.In the midst of his miring,he chuckles,"Another day."
Tag: hope
Typewriters
Auburn leaves flutter about Just over the wall An orange sky, sinking its orb Into the deepest blue Grains shift into cusps A salty wind emboldens the flesh Envisions a sight Only closed eyes could ever witness Viewing the depths stationary Time is fortunate As is erosion The cultivation of color perception More hues that … Continue reading Typewriters
Damnation
His hand greases the flesh And it reaches Into a pestilence’s mouth Out! Out the ridged heart goes Leaving a cherry face Bustling, bursting veins In its acrid throat Curses paradox and faith alike Agonizes the soul With eyes brimming In damnation’s deterministic deistic diatribe Directed omni-positional rage The heavens made man Accrued inhuman bountiful … Continue reading Damnation
Witnessing Qualia
For me, often is the case that faith is synonymous with ethics. Or rather, the two in tandem, wherein which one cannot exist without the other. Thus, I begin to question the urns left behind by the postmodern era. As our spirit crumbles under the weight of the world, ‘God’s trials and tribulations’ no longer … Continue reading Witnessing Qualia
Cynical Jargon
Often nowadays, I find myself questioning my lack of direction in life. In this current of era of immediacy and hedonism, it’s quite easy to lose oneself in the mundanities of daily living. The threshold for good falls ever lower in its midst, and we continue without hesitation. Most likely because ‘good’ no longer matters. … Continue reading Cynical Jargon
Love in Perpetuity
To soften the blow To prepare for an ending We wander about Exploring fate Small, fragile hands Touch the moon above And the gravel below Holding onto air They gasp with fists Punching and swinging and struggling Until the other hand is held The light is pulled ever closer Every second, every minute It glows … Continue reading Love in Perpetuity
The Truth We Know
Crossed wrath, we deliver Travesty in Faith And Praise? Praise is unfounded In this scorched earth Commonality in mundanity Whilst it burns With our lives unmoving Whilst it burns God’s belittling of heathens and followers alike Whilst it burns There exists nothing For the devout For the gracious For the suffering Only the ones who … Continue reading The Truth We Know
For Her
I never knew her I only felt her A presence beyond comprehension Words could never paint a picture So beautiful Yet she not only felt me She knew me And therein lies the bellyache The herds of butterflies Goodness Gracious! Racing thoughts compete with one another As cold sweat fill every particle Every gland possibly … Continue reading For Her
Mister Rogers Neighborhood
Condensed mist Penetrate our flesh And wet the pavement And wet the bars Steel engorged in showers Piercing the bleak with rust We trudge anyway A trek along cement “You'll never change!” The graffiti shrieks from a distance Melting alongside the broken glass Empty liquor amongst cheeky children We run and we slip and we … Continue reading Mister Rogers Neighborhood
Today
Crowded steps on a stairwell Holidays creep steadily, Latching onto our ankles And our fathers are not home Golden and brown and transparent are The choices of comfort today, or rather To cope, meads and wheat follow Our breaths of cold air Shining lights, but an empty hue Scream cheese! They’re watching, Everyone’s watching Seeking … Continue reading Today
Merpdo Stories 