Slain

A hat tip to those that feel above us.

Pasted wounds swell and give way to thoughts kept secret,

Laying hands on those not innocent nor evil will be,

A time to know one's self and know what time can do,

A feeling ever masks the eyes and sets nothing but lust free.

 

Devils taunt me and leave nothing for me to feed upon,

Practise makes perfect so flesh must heal to scar and seed,

Farewell to those demons that laugh now behind crosses,

Minors stand crying for mothers that must now go home in reeds.

 

Bleak times, bleak hopes and even bleak house now time has slain,

Fierce faked mouths exspell lieas and truths as if there are,

Same things and never truly cage ears that will not listen,

I'm the same as you I hear all the time, one is on par.

 

Idiots and fools and bankers have much in common and fists,

A man lays down with filth as he sees it may be only be a,

Way to clumber onto riches and gold to adorn his ego,

Take heed to the warning of thousands now gone and away.

Author's Note

Honesty is key.

Reviews

[Ufi Auttorri ~ Amy C. T..]

Why is it that obscure writing ever becomes the heir apparent to the most exquisitely sharpened contrasts? Rhetorically, I suggest it is because of the talent for walking in ever larger circles of perspicuity. He can do no wrong that writes riddles for idiots. But, there is a warm place in our hearts for all fools that warm themselves by setting their clothes ablaze and at the last moment dousing the danger with the tankard of ale remaining in their other hand; before it can more fully illuminate that dire situation.

[Priscilla Sayers]

You think and write in riddles my friend. My kind of read. A poem with much to decipher and yet every word is understood through the emotion that bleeds from the screen staining my eyes in red. Demons that creep, we hold them at bay...
every once in awhile letting the play...

[*~*Butterfly Kisses*~*]

I loved this strong and powerful piece. After reading a little bit about you on your profile and reading this I can tell you are honest and truthful in your writes and not afraid to speak your mind. As you should be. Wonderfully penned and expressed. Keep writing.

~Anna Rose

[Melati]

I actually like all your poems, because you are real. You don't have any fear to leat
out about your feeligs.

"Bleak times, bleak hopes and even bleak house now time has slain,Fierce faked mouths exspell lieas and truths as if there are, Same things and never truly cage ears that will not listen, I'm the same as you I hear all the time, one is on par."

I really love this stanza, it is so beautifully expressed. Well done:)

[Marie]

Yes, this is very honest; you put down the bare truth; didn't try to cloak it...

[Fairytale]

Another poem with a concrete theme. The poetry is beautifully expressive, however, being too poetic can also take away from the theme. Good poem with a great theme..

[Robbie~xoxo~]

"Devils taunt me and leave nothing for me to feed upon,
Practise makes perfect so flesh must heal to scar and seed,
Farewell to those demons that laugh now behind crosses,
Minors stand crying for mothers that must now go home in reeds."~

~It is this second stanza that truly grabbed me...very thought provoking... you have weaved intricate thoughts of good verses evil...This is an intriguing write!

[~Princess~]

I loved it. Good imaging with the words. Perfect job my friend. It has lots of feeling in it.

[Ruth]

We rarely listen to those who have forewarned! The shadows are many and we sit beneath them, gets harder to shine with such dark times!
Brilliant love! xoxo

[Chris]

I found my mind returning to a time when hysteria wasn't a stereotype... and deaths came swift and one atop another. And first it was a brand of our God's disfavor of what we labeled sin... and then still blameless others came down and fell away into the ground. And children weren't spared... and we learned the cost of silence and the despair of dying alone. You speak with knowledge of hurts and of surviving as you must. Its what we all do...survive as we must.

Good write Tom. Thought-full.

[Poetic Beauty]

Very somber insightful poem that makes us think. Liars cause destruction of volcanic magnitudes when unleashed on the world and never confronted.