Oh, dawn, never show yourself These are things bright with disease Turn the day into night, keep it Where the trees grow, I go to Where the rain flows through blood And the silence grows fond of me Oh, where the trees melt my beauty away And the moon blooms red and white And the deities are limber in their decaying laughter Love is forever here, hate is gone with envy Each breath you breathe tastes of angelic substance Every monument torn, with wasteful heart, thrown out For they vanished in their sins long before you and I They were the first sons and daughters, and how they wept Oh, how they wept for their violence and how we live for it In the hall, the cups are filled and topped with silver Dirty silver, and the unwashed corpses raid the dinner table The peaceful ones cried for silence, to no avail, and they were banished The story kept going for miles, when did it happen and so it became Dirty silver, became dirty gold in the endless transition
i was kinda hoping someone would have something to say about it..... which is why i gave it, it's own thread., whatever:
Wow, I loved it! I don't really have time to write up a review right now. And probably wouldn't be good at poetry reviews. But I truly enjoyed reading this. Quite deep and intense. Would surely take a lot of talent to create something like that. Do you have any other work on here?
http://www.hipforums.com/newforums/showthread.php?t=445339&f=24 Yup, that is my poem thread. Thank you for the kind words...
these are my favorite bits, I like the personification of silence and that second bit is very strong, evocative
