poem

[black magick hustla]

He says he can see...
But his eye sockets are empty..
his eyes are rolling, and rolling,
rolling marbles through the ivory balustrades
that ornament cosmos and eternity.

The ground is tiled by infinite stars....
The sky is covered by mountains and seas...
The Lord is furious and agitated.
And that is why I ask myself Where am I?


Somewhere lost inside this labyrinth
the labyrinth made up of corpses covered by roses
I wallow inside my desires and pleasures
for I cannot find the entrance and exist.
Both lie in oblivion, they say
for I destroyed them with my thunderous rage.

I am the parallel lines that reunite.
I am the martyr that won't sacrifice.
I am the flag-less and uniform-less soldier.
I am the ABC that is impossible to read.

I am the only god, they say...
I am the anarchist.

[patrickbeverley]

Originally posted by [email protected] 27 2006, 01:31 AM
rolling marbles through the ivory balustrades
that ornament cosmos and eternity.

I like this.