[Arsis_von_Neaera]

Here are three more. All of these poems, including the previously posted, are old. I haven't written poetry in more than a year.



My Arsis

We’d follow you through hell,
If we knew you would guide us back.
Buried beneath my soul,
A volcanic sea,
A beach of molten glass shards,
Of blood rusted barbs,
And the stripped wings of fallen angels.
Diving head first
Into the deep end of a pool,
Festering, rotting, stagnant blood and flesh.
Surrounded by brimstone and flame
Choked by pillars of soot and ash
Pillars of pebbles, ruble, and rust
Knee deep in the dust of the damned
Cast out by who we are
Broken by weights of stone
Drowning in obsidian tar
The sky will grow grimly dim.
You forgave us our sins
We forgive them of theirs.
Even from the depths of the pit,
We will always praise your name.
Life is a day off,
Heaven is job security,
And hell is unemployment.
Either work for nothing or get what you deserve.
Still, we will praise your name.

In the end of things...

In the end of things
You can’t eat money
Breath smoke
Wear fire
Drink gasoline
Burn steel
In the end of things
You can eat words
Breath whispers
Wear love
Drink spirit
Burn passion
In the end of things
Bullets can’t love people
Guns don’t whisper
Factories don’t make words
Alcohol has no spirit
Birth control doesn’t burn well
In the end of things
Words can be spoken or written
Whispers can be heard or told
Love can be felt and given
Spirit can be bought or sold
Passion can be shared and driven
In the end of things
We are human
And these are our words

A demons frown...

A demons frown
Sight to behold
By swollen eyes alone
You where a devils crown
Set atop a throne of men
Within a sunken kingdom
Under a war of proxy
Your servants are broken
Gnashing teeth of barbed iron
Eyes burned black and bloody
Turned to stone obsidian
You know no life
I serve to you a fight
A servant for a servant
His blood for theirs
Our wounds bound in His blood
Your havoc wrought abound
Yours is a kingdom to be kept
My kingdom is coming still
"The deep seated love and concern for the lost souls of the damned delirious man screams to me: If only you would save them, I would gladly be damned."