The Gods Do Moan In the Breeze

Once upon a time

when we never loved.

Salty waters dragged me into its deepening belly

And the mad world of faux victories;

Into a world of whatsoever things pleasing to the eye

and poisonous to the kiss

 

Gutting me of all that is human.

 

The s**t stirred within me,

and burst through my eyes

Decorating the wasteland of whatsoever things, me.

 

Waves washed me silent.

The ocean's agony bellowing into the world

As if to engender mercy.

Laundering mercy itself anew,

Drowning whatsoever things, calm.

Whatsoever things that are, "peace of mind".

Flailing all the way to the tear ducts for a thing,

Beautiful...

 

You were these things to me...

 

Even in the anger of the waters,

You were my ship from a holy land...

Adorned in silk covered cannons.

And so...

Whatsoever things, just

Became blind men's tales

that are spat into an acidic breeze

burning the listening ear...

 

Because there was once a time when...

Whatsoever things were pure...

Whatsoever things... deep... and sweet...

Whatsoever things that fashioned themselves in the name of love...

Whatsoever frolicked on the stage of gods...

 

I thought we were these things...

 

Reviews

[Jonhoi Vaughn]

I realize that these past few poems have all been about love or what-not! So many love poems these days Lol!

[Emily B]

you know I have to come back to this, can't quite leave words worthy enough

[Jonhoi Vaughn]

I came to the site and was inspired by all the wonderful writing! I hope this will do the same for others ^_^