Tag: fantasy

found myself a table next to an old god scrubbing the airwaves on an ancient radio

the concave sky cracks under the weight of darkness and meteors pummel the frail earth

the leviathan stops mid flight to take in the beauty of floating seeds the sacred dance of light with pollen

ribs aglow with embers and dying cinders of past sins

a fugitive of my own thoughts as the world around me derails

disrupt is too kind of a word. rebellion sounds nicer

poets on the streets do not care for academia or the laurels of the scholarly kind we write to exist in a world afraid to see reality for what it really is

ungodly designs of the flesh ruminating with eyes wide open in the light after dawn

the mist lingers above the concrete a predator ready to dive into bones

I’m looking at separated lands and displaced people and inside me something inside me stirs and tears perhaps it is a thing called conscience a soul maybe a mutter a flutter it comes from within and I listen and allow it to shape me maybe listen give the voice inside you a chance to speak