Thursday, June 18, 2015
My Casket
The casket was filled with rust
old from centuries accumulated
silver, gold, diamonds, copper, iron
The riches of men, giants, elves
long dead, past prime, legends dust
and caskets, made for death
Golden leaves piled upon you now
as summer dies, and autumn
encroaches in, silent and death
Dreams long past forgotten
covered in mist, in frayed ribbon
cracked broken swords on shields
Test me, offer me life's question
search my spirit, my soul mind
Absolution be my bed, my grave.
rpleith
October 2014
Update for June 18, 2015
Poems From The Deep- A Native Man's Journey Through Heaven and Hell, is now a published work and it's available on Amazon.com and Kindle.
I am sure you will enjoy it, Thank you for all of your support.
I am sure you will enjoy it, Thank you for all of your support.
Monday, April 20, 2015
An Empty Sun
An
Empty Sun
This
morning I slid the narrow edge of a razor across
my
wrists...
my
blood was warm, moving with deliberate caution
across
my arms and onto the bed
it
was so dark... dark and red.
I
was amazed at how it flowed
like
a flower growing its petals,
after
the spring rains
This
morning the sun came up
like
a villain in the movies
running
over the crest of a hill
bathing
my world in speed and a sudden
rush
of air, pushing the clouds to the east,
a
white comforter being thrown back.
My
head is draining, sleep is easy, it's all ephemeral now.
I
can feel the cold breath of the dead pulling at
my
Judas spirit.
Meditation
is out, prayer is dead,
family
is lost, nations crumble at my feet,
DNA
is polluted, bones are infected.
God
is on Sabbatical.
Only
my blood, my empty veins
and
the sun remain.
Rpleith
4/20/2015
Thursday, April 16, 2015
Saturday, April 4, 2015
I Keenly Remember
I keenly remember
they sat at a corner table
by a window
with the sun and the moon
shining in...
they were dressed in ocher and amber
speaking the occult
and living in the hidden
the mysterious...
Caution blew in with the wind
and joined in their babble
Time exploded in anger
and left the room
frothing at the mouth
and spitting venom
all the while
the spider waits
rpleith
October, 2008
they sat at a corner table
by a window
with the sun and the moon
shining in...
they were dressed in ocher and amber
speaking the occult
and living in the hidden
the mysterious...
Caution blew in with the wind
and joined in their babble
Time exploded in anger
and left the room
frothing at the mouth
and spitting venom
all the while
the spider waits
rpleith
October, 2008
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