Asator

Asator

A Poem by OutsideSyntax

I can embellish my words like a chef embellishes his dishes. 
But at the end of the day 
I like to keep it simple 
with a flow like the ocean, 
rendered with enough potency to make you sleep with the fishes. 
At my best when by the spirits I'm possessed, 
speak through the stone that resides in my chest. 
Death is always six feet to the left, 
treat every moment of life like your last breath. 
I'm obscure like the moons obscured by the sun. 
I play on superstitions not always just for fun. 
My words flow like a dagger killing first born sons. 
Thought manifested this before it had begun. 
Feathers ruffled by intent, a force unrivaled by the brutalest. 
Survival is the key not turned by the clueless. 
Life is ruthless and sweet enough to make you sing the blues. 
If you have the coin to pay the ferryman, 
walk a mile in their shoes.

© 2011 OutsideSyntax


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Added on March 5, 2011
Last Updated on March 11, 2011

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OutsideSyntax
OutsideSyntax

Alberta, Canada



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The names Eric, I'm Norwegian and Irish and enjoy guitar, music and writing as a mental discipline. One I use to focus and channel inner faculties not ordinarily accessible. Almost a meditation or mea.. more..

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