An evening in the field
The elephant and the shield
The schizophrenic rain,
In august disdain
Fleeing from the city
To find eternity
The schizophrenic rain,
Monsters to be slain
An evening in the field
Rome shall be rebuild
The Milky Way
Has got much to say
The Faithful Dog
Choked by fog
We bleed in vain
In august disdain
One horned beasts
Sex starved priests
Church-bells chime
With blood and crime
The time that flies
The flame that dies
The Prophet who was killed
The elephant and the shield
Scriptures torn
Pain and scorn
Flesh reborn
Crown of thorn
Newborn babies
Killed by rabies
Like she who wept
For promises unkept
The final word
Happily absurd
Never spoken
Glasses – broken
The other side
Horses to ride
Bleeding eyes
Skulls in the skies
“Mercy no more”
Begotten by a whore
Melons in prison
Faith needs reason
Silent sages
Burning pages
The famine came
Shameless in shame
Hams and sandwiches
With lovelorn ostriches
And it must be said
That language is dead
The lonely clown
In his satin gown
Hens and cats
Scarecrows with hats
Now the battle shall start
And thou ought not to fart
Holy books being read
Holy words being said
Magic potions
Sleeping oceans
Stays for a day
And goes away
Highs and lows
The river flows
Severed heads –
Vision fades….
Faith heals
Hope kills
Love lies
Truth has eyes
Flowers and sex
Burnt at stakes
Like sinners and sages
Throughout the ages…..
Appetites to whet
Stages to set
So much to do
Yet nothing is true
The morning star
A brand new car
I fell in the war
The Door was ajar…
Hills and hatred
Vulgar yet sacred
Nothing to disown –
save skin and bone
Waking up is rude
And making love is crude
But the ancient way
is here to stay
The wine so red
And the car imported –
Riches thus made
From dubious trade
And now those final words
From my house of cards
Words that I must say
Before I turn into clay –
“ ‘Come gather round people wherever you roam’
This void shall be thy eternal dome….”
The curtains are falling, thus ends the show
I’ll pack my bags, and off I’ll go
My next show’s in a distant town
And there I’ll play a silly old clown
And so
Ladies and Gents
Sinners and Saints
It’s time to go
Take my bow
Hope you enjoyed this lovely night
Acta est fabula, plaudite, plaudite…
8 comments:
love love love
you get better by the day mister
you do
good...surreal,yeah...and thoroughly thought-provoking...getting better by the day as woman before me says-agreed...keep it up!well done,well done.
Appetites to whet
Stages to set
So much to do
Yet nothing is true
Now THAT is profound...every time i think this your best work...and every next time you better it....
and oh...a dash of dylan there too...just loved it....
this is undoubtedly one of your best posts ever....
I am not much one for obvious rhymes, but......I am actually quite liking this, you. I think it's because of the images portrayed and conjured up inside my mind's eyes, when reading your words.'The schizophrenic rain' I am loving especially.
dis 1 vent beynd expectation.......a diffrnt genre al2gdr........surrealism.....neo-surrealism.........dunno wot ta call it...........awsum stuff......keep writing more
That's an awesome write.Your language is impeccable as usual.But you know na the stuff I dig is a tad different that this?
Keep writing and keep surprising me!
good write..
:)
"Venus,take my votive glass,since I'm not what I was,what from this day I shall be,Venus never let me see."
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