Salt

We’re the salt of the earth dispersed through the world with words of worth, frankincense and myrrh.
Reversed from the curse.
Were reserved for the hearse
Transverse, grass wasn’t greener that side of the turf.
I’m concerned as wolves converge on the herd, usurp the learned like surgeons of murder.
Perverse serpents disguised as a person.
Not earthen.
Diverting the purpose serving deathly depression, feels like a submergence.
Sinful impression.
A terrorist insurgence.
Not talkin’ turbans but a certain demonic disturbance only observed by superb discernment.
Permanent murmurs occur in perverted words of these workers.
Confirming they’re perjurers, they convert innocent searchers through coerced sermons.
Nazi Germans.
I observe their fervent insertion.
They seek souls for the furnace, guarded by the bark of the four headed Cerberus.
Smells like blood curdling.
Nocturnal.
This vermin is circling.
They’re seeking to suck you in like a girdle.
This is real life, not a rehearsal.
Universal.
I adjure for an adjournment.
Unreservedly beg for mercy.
Times running out like men of the clergy.
Servants burdened since Eves birth from mans sternum.
This is no kinder garden excursion.
Hearts of gold burning.
Heavy as metal like sterling.
If Gods sentimental, how can we possibly not be hurting.

Reviews

[Clayton Bardwell]

I'd like to not be a poet of this magnitude.

I see you crowded in the far corner of a smoke filled 1940's coffee house, standing behind the microphone, proffering these words to all the other beatnik's and cool cats slowly sipping from their warm cups.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is so profound, yet has a subtle wit in the wording and the rhyme scheme...almost like it is tongue in cheek...

you are smooth with words, they seem to just naturally flow from your pen...

some apostrophe problems that can be easily remedied...but this is good stuff.

playful yet serious.


jacob

[Meliss@k]

I like how a lot of your poetry has Biblical references. I do the same thing and its refreshing to read that in other people's writings as well. :)
Great job.

[Liana]

WOW!!!!!!!

[David Scott]

Well, I think you are a poet. Evidense lies before us here... I loved it all. I tried to pick out a favorite spot, but it was a complete work. from the beginning " We're the salt of the earth..." to the tei in at the end "how can we not be hurting." I might have used a ? there, but whatever. Great poetry! Deep water.
Be well.

[LisaEve]

Thankyou!!!!! Yes, this too is my favorite!