Earth's Prognostication

I feel every scar

Of the trained deliverance

radiating from your heart

How many daggers

have you thrown yourself upon?

As the sky swallows the oceans of the earth

Through satan's fulminating rage

We stand banded by aversion

to the end of our serenity

 

Rise up

Bloody palms to solaris

Arrows of fire

Rain down valleys in the earth

Scorching soil and stone

Brick and building nullified

 

Let them crumble

Let them crumble

To the matting of dust below

 

The unstaunched terror drives us to kill

The vicious dispersion

of a manifested decimation

Scarcity of surival shredding each settling thought

Reviews

[Pax Analog]

Is it 2012 already? Dang, that was some party last night!

"Rise up/Bloody palms to solaris" intrigues, given the classic SF novel title, and the Russian film, both (w/different tones) about the idea of a sentient ocean pulling simulacral phantasms from the psyches of scientists on a distant planet.

Anyway, we either scornfully rock the Apocalypse, or we find some way to be other than half-baked occupants of psi-meat more sophisto than we are.

We might well take sardonic solace from the fact we've been individually and collectively (as FORM) slain by Time and History as regularly as heartbeats.

Your poem eloquently sketches the ancient Shadow.

Gimme Zen, Apocalypso!

[Short.Nerd]

Wow, this was very descriptive. I could picture it perfectly in my head. I agree with stefanie, it was a strong piece. Very good job!


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[Coyote Poetry]

The poem is amazing. I had to read a few times to enjoy the message and the strong language. Your words are coming true. Man's hunger to destroy all that is beautiful and making Nature go mad with more deadly storms and disasters. A outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Stef Outsiders]

Wow, this is strong piece of work here! well done!