Upon the King's Throne
Sits above all of the realms
Tis' a lonely place.
Monday, 8 December 2014
Sunday, 16 November 2014
Shiver
By the silence that slices through the cloudless,
Moonless night. Shivers surround the skin
In utter stings of sharpness like sharks
Savouring the stench of sepsis and sound
Of sinew in shock. The soul shatters
Like shell over starkest stone as eye
See it break over songs unsung.
Indeed, shivering cold out inside
In the cloudless, moonless night.
Moonless night. Shivers surround the skin
In utter stings of sharpness like sharks
Savouring the stench of sepsis and sound
Of sinew in shock. The soul shatters
Like shell over starkest stone as eye
See it break over songs unsung.
Indeed, shivering cold out inside
In the cloudless, moonless night.
Friday, 14 November 2014
Simple things
Sometimes I wish for simple things
No debates or words to be fought
Just a pure reflection of who we are
Seen through a pristine pool of thought
Simply wish we are who are sought
Whether amidst hell or Eden
Like a tawny sparrow merely sings
Her quiet rhymes for her wren
No debates or words to be fought
Just a pure reflection of who we are
Seen through a pristine pool of thought
Simply wish we are who are sought
Whether amidst hell or Eden
Like a tawny sparrow merely sings
Her quiet rhymes for her wren