Gaining the Victory

Gaining the Victory Garment of ignorance, view of despair Strictures of sinew force mundanity The devouring dragon within laughs raucously My face contorts as a scream escapes. Living death. Job scrapes his sores with a spade Pus weeps from the gaping wound: Sifting the rubble Stopwatch that can't be set. Time ambushing ... ambushed? immortality Parody. Finite creation of infinite hope. Fear? Fount of vice. Weakness of shrivelled limbs claws Object? Everything originates with the world. Deceived? "I can withstand everything but temptation" Oxymoron of facility. On a hill, the Moabitess beckons; the arrow strikes home. Bonds of corruption. Slavery in materialism. Betterment ..is the collar of society. Privileged. Synonym of happy. Empty smiles of beautiful people beguile the foolish Blowing smoke in our eyes. Stinging we blunder from crisis To lifestyle? Blinded, we compromise. Transformed Sentient corpse. Machinations of the occult to a captive audience. As the performers become the performed and the crowd bay for blood 'Clothe yourselves with light' a paradox purification. Hate the bad Too casual. Guard removed, consequences conflicting. Deadly. In the dark cage the prayer of the distressed rises. No agnostics exist in the face of the ultimate. A final restraint 'Survival' she whispers 'is opposition'. Be aware of crafty devices. Are you aware of the direction of the next attack? The portable tomb supplicates the Almighty. Abrogated responsibility Load too heavy, blame another that we may not be overreached Don't be anxious over anything - you will end. The bonus is the richness of opaque blackness. Instrument of sin. Instigators of death Keep The Faith. We should feel what others feel. Pain keens through my soul. Those stronger we exhort. Give weak ones your support. So neat. Rhyming couplets of blank verse. At its lurking place the quivering ribbon runs with blood Relentlessly pressure, time, society, acceptance, Control In my flesh there dwells nothing good. And in my guts the cold worm slithers heedlessly in happy ignoranceHi, ive entered this as a challenge poem, its probably the best in my colection, i wrote it 8 months ago, and if you can think of a way to improve it id b very grateful.. x Written July 6th, 2001 © on Dec 04 2001 07:49 PM PST   0 • 1