BookofDeath

A New Dawn

The angels will cry
for the death of God
their tears
falling stars
burning with the glory
of Man's final salvation

Landing softly
in fields green
with sleeping
prophets
of a new generation
all soundly dreaming,
sadly unaware
that their
visions are all too real,
as they sprawl
in contemplative slumber,
with glorious reality
kissing them with
dewdrops of perfection;
the bliss of wakeless understanding,
as stones of an
old religion
topple soundlessly
in to the waiting arms
of an
ageless sea.

Mother Above

Haloed moon,
hung on a garrote
of planetary attraction,
reflecting the hottest fires
with cold mirror eyes;
with such ironic glee
stars are smothered
by this orbiting mother
of icy dead rock;
a quiet beach in space-
a graveyard of starcast dreams,
flung from galaxies
close enough to be seen
yet forever unreachable
by watered,
wistful eyes.

As I lay down my weary head
I am visited by visions
of my dead-

The hover over,
my sleeping form
their ashy voices
lost and forlorn
speaking of deeds
that I have done
recanting battles
lost
not won,
I try to rise
from this dream-
try and fail
so it seems-
That I am destined
to re-live my past-
So true rest
never shall I know,
until at last
when the time comes neigh,
until at last,
I join them there,
in etheral dance.

Silence

The essence of moonflowers
slide through my body like a theif;
stealing the dreams of a lifetime-

I surrender to the calm
as my soul stumbles along
with the fires of my transgressions
burning behind my eyes..

I need to be forgiven
satisfied that my actions
were not unfounded
that my reactions
were not unbounded

I need to feel
the arms of love
around me
None are offered
none without a price
none without the sacrifice
of principles I hold so near

My eyes shine
dialated with the gleaning

This death is my final salute.

Broken Flowers...

lay scattered in my path

fragments
of fragility
thirsting for a draught
that I can no longer
offer..

I pause, though,
inhaling stench of their
decaying perfume-

My soul is tainted
with their pleas

I am no Hero
my sword is hung upon
the wall ,
my armor of innocence
shines no longer

I gave that all away.

I walk along
eyes closed
and heart cold
as
broken flowers lay
dying in the shadows
of my passing...