tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417527629484206693.post5807080056588492116..comments2024-03-07T09:11:19.920-07:00Comments on 78 Whispers In My Ear: Daily Draw - The Devil, Queen of Wands, JudgmentUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417527629484206693.post-16760425969930116832015-09-01T23:55:16.408-06:002015-09-01T23:55:16.408-06:00I like your poem JohnI like your poem JohnRose Reddhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13800031424160873046noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2417527629484206693.post-15648465831491087652011-02-21T03:10:06.342-07:002011-02-21T03:10:06.342-07:00What is the obsession, this compulsion, this desir...What is the obsession, this compulsion, this desire<br />That drives me to commit these crimes that are so dire?<br /><br />In my mind a genius, a fool, and a liar<br />A loser without luck, whos faults I sing amongst a choir<br /><br />Of devils and saints who babble in my head<br />all night and day keeping me awake<br />Long must I sleep, sleep like the dead<br />Until I reclaim the night I forsake<br /><br />Married to a portrait, the voice in my head<br />Talking with the pictures in the hall<br />A snake-eyed man who spins a tapestry from corpse thread<br />Stolen from the tophat with legs that crawl<br /><br />In misery endowed most sincerely<br />The portrait of a damned john<br />Hanging from the cross upside down dearly<br />Beaten until the soldier got a hard baton<br /><br />Licking his lips such a strange disease<br />Swallowing down his own flesh<br />Gulping in the silent unease<br />His throat cracking as he curses the blessed<br /><br />Cursing under his breath in the burning breeze<br />Violating the sanctity with his eyes<br />Staring into abyssian emptyness, shes<br />toying with a stranger to holyness, unbaptized<br /><br />Unmade in darkness, undone in death<br />The ballet of grey melancholy<br />Stealing away each and every breath<br />A lowly lord of demogogy.<br /><br />I am the saint of sin<br />The face that stairs up from the deep black well<br />The abyss that stares, peeling back your skin<br />The smile that lurks in the depths of hell.<br /><br />Beneath the stair case lay the guilt<br />Buried not three feet deep<br />Bursting from amongst the asphalt and tree roots<br />That whom sleeps the eternal sleepJohnnoreply@blogger.com