War @ 355 a.m.

There's no creaking on the

Floors of darkness

Crickets have been strangled

And threatened at gunpoint

By the night

Owls taken hostage

As rags dipped in

Cyanide

Will kill their will

Ensuring that even

In death

They know the value

Of being still

Knights hiding in the

Cloak of darkness

Trying to peek at my

Veil

Taking an inventory of

The things I have for sale

Pawns bring back information

Rattling off the following tidbits

Enemy forces impenetrable

No lights no insights no visible

Weaknesses in sight as victory

Might be a daunting task indeed

With no love, no hope, no trust

No desires the fires leave the

Coals in the soul cold as there

Is nothing to hold as it has been

Told that my soldiers are

both brave and bold

As they defend my celibacy

Shield my vulnerabilities

Fight to keep my conscience

Clear of debris

While protecting the walls

Of my soul with rigorous

Sacrifice giving their life

For the cause of

Not falling in love

They will defend

These walls against

Women especially

Because they are

The most dangerous

Enemy

Many die

As they are stabbed

With the daggers

That lie 

Hidden between

Their thighs

So behind these walls

I am guarded and safe

And confident in ever

Decision I make

Banshees try to scare me

But I laugh because I

Have bishops, witches

And priest on my staff

Although I may walk through

The valley I have no fear

Their rod, their staff and spells

Protect me as I dwell in my cell

Forever

Dust has gathered from past lovers

Scabs formed from scorn sheets

Torn from the toenails and fingernails

Of harlots who pretended to want more 

But got less nevertheless

Decapitation fixed that situation 

As celibacy defended my needs 

So I bleed less my happiness 

Slaying the throats 

Of all w****s

As their jugular veins

Pour 

Blood out on the floor

Long

Before they can reach 

Any of my doors 

No matter how they prance

There's no chance

For them to advance

As the odds

Are slim and few

From a glance

They knew that

They had no chance

Of getting through

As most gates

Are defended by hate

In towers firepower comes from

Snipers

In the grass vipers and asps

Wait for a chance to bit anyone's

A*s trying to get pass as the

Water moccasins float

In the moat

Waiting on the foot soldiers

Of hope to risk this

But they will quickly be dismissed

When they realize this

I am impenetrable

 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

my soldiers guard my heart---and they would all get the purple heart for valor, i am a fortress impenetrable.

as S&G sang..."don't talk of love, well, i have heard the words before, it's sleeping in my memory, hiding in my womb safe within my room, i touch no one and no one touches me."
"i am a rock"---

[Jerome F Knox III pseudonym Nefarious J. Dorsey]

thanks for stopping bye...the door is always opened and there is always a feast and place set for you at the table of friendship and humanity......

[Jennesis]

You describe in detail with a lot of visual acuity, the incredible fortress around the narrators inner world.
So what's different about 3:55 AM? It's always interesting because I feel like all is a catastrophe at that time of day.

[Jerome F Knox III pseudonym Nefarious J. Dorsey]

thanks Jennesis....I appreciate you very much.....