Vile Seeds

Vile Seeds

A Poem by S. Paul Reinert
"

God, the Devil, and the Easter Bunny

"

I need mental Ventalation

My thoughts are growing stale

Here I sit with what I know

Doomed, it seems, to fail

The flight from here, the prison tower

Oft it comes in dire hour

So here I sit, my ink soon dry

fading glimmer in mine eye

Truth be told, there's little said

by many, all asail my head

 

I long for soft redemption

A handle for my blade

For I am one which has no sheath

It seems the way I'm made

Brandished, ever, my blade will be

On proud display for all to see

Double edge and Shapern Thrice

Does, the lust for blood, entice

Oft to arms men ever go

Who is right, None truly know

 

I strive to see the beauty

In sinner and in saint

And if my hands were steady

I'd only want to paint

Set before us, here we see

Man now turn monstrousity

To serve this time we all must go

For what crime, men rarely know

Hand and foot and ever higher

To what do you, your dreams aspire

 

I hunger for a foil

A fox to match my hound

Every night a lonely call

None ever hear the sound

Brandished blade, and banner high

reachign ever to the sky

In my mind I spy a light

In my eyes be naught but night

So raise the bloody goblet well

Careful to avoid the smell

 

I simply must deny it

The lies that hide the truth

No matter how you try it

The old detest the youth

So sound a mighty horn, and loud

See that here, there comes a crowd

Toast the revolution strong

We have waited, patient, long

So with a fist, the dark, defy

And smear the filthy, crimson eye

 

I value truth in judgment

Though rarely it is found
We raise our voices higher

Just to make a sound

So ending, thus, the wars that wane

enough to drive the madman sane

So to it does, the sane man mad

til he, discards, all ever, he had

so to it calls to every child

Hiding venom, speaking mild

 

Its name be faith

Have no pity for it

Watch as villains

Oft restore it

 

© 2008 S. Paul Reinert


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"and if my hands were steady
i'd only want to paint."

I really like that.



Posted 16 Years Ago


It took me a while to catch the rhythm, but once I had worked it out I was very impressed. I can't find anything I would personally change.

Posted 16 Years Ago



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