lightgiver
30-06-2008, 02:17 AM
Lizard woman,Lizard man
with your insect eyes,
with your wild surprise.
Warm daughter and son of silence.
Venom.
Turn your back with a slither of moaning wisdom.
The unblinking blind eyes behind walls new histories rise,
and wake growling and whining the weird dawn of dreams.
Dogs lie sleeping.The wolf howls.
A creature lives out the war.A forest.
A rustle of cut words,choking river.
The snake,the lizard,the insect eye,
the huntsman's green obedience.
Quick,in raw time,serving stealth and slumber,
grinding warm forests into restless lumber.
Now for the valley.
Now for the syrup hair.
Stabbing the eyes,widening skies behind the skull bone.
Swift end of hunting.
Hug round the swollen torn breast & red stained throat.
The hounds gloat.take her home.
Carry our sisters body, back to the boat.
The artists of hell set up easels in parks
the terrible landscape,where citizens find anxious pleasures,
preyed upon by savage bands of youths.
I cant believe this is happening
I cant believe all these people(lizards) are sniffing each other&backing away
teeth grinning hair raised,growling,here in the slaughtered wind.
I am ghost killer.
witnessing to all my blessed sanction
This is it no more fun
The death of all joy as come
More to come;)
with your insect eyes,
with your wild surprise.
Warm daughter and son of silence.
Venom.
Turn your back with a slither of moaning wisdom.
The unblinking blind eyes behind walls new histories rise,
and wake growling and whining the weird dawn of dreams.
Dogs lie sleeping.The wolf howls.
A creature lives out the war.A forest.
A rustle of cut words,choking river.
The snake,the lizard,the insect eye,
the huntsman's green obedience.
Quick,in raw time,serving stealth and slumber,
grinding warm forests into restless lumber.
Now for the valley.
Now for the syrup hair.
Stabbing the eyes,widening skies behind the skull bone.
Swift end of hunting.
Hug round the swollen torn breast & red stained throat.
The hounds gloat.take her home.
Carry our sisters body, back to the boat.
The artists of hell set up easels in parks
the terrible landscape,where citizens find anxious pleasures,
preyed upon by savage bands of youths.
I cant believe this is happening
I cant believe all these people(lizards) are sniffing each other&backing away
teeth grinning hair raised,growling,here in the slaughtered wind.
I am ghost killer.
witnessing to all my blessed sanction
This is it no more fun
The death of all joy as come
More to come;)