Cure (poem)

Darkness draining from your bones.
Left to drip and dry alone.
Brand new life breathed into thee
Slowly thy began to see.
A hundred years of wounds and scars
All shut before the shining stars.

A trembled shift unto your knees.
Almost dropped by a passing breeze.
On shaking feet you try to stand,
and fall but catch the ground in hand.
Till at once we lift you up.
With unseen hands you’ll learn to trust.
A flash of light beams from the sky
With messages that flood the eyes.
Suddenly your not so cold.
No longer feeling wretched and old.
Cracked old skin feels new and smooth.
No longer does it hurt to move.

The energy that courses through
Hath been cleansed, again renewed.
You shed your chains and than your locks
Traded pains for spirit drops.

So if your heart is filled with hate
Take control of your own fate,
So long as your soul survives
The mind can always be revived.
Before your spirit turns to gray
Become the cure you need today.

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Tragedy (poem)

Take my hand and follow me,
We’ll show you what you need to see.
A forest coated deep in ash,
A plane that’s just about to crash.
A man who hides his wedding ring
To fool some drunken pretty thing.

A plague that travels coast to coast.
A lonely soul who’s feared by most.
One who fails to understand,
The feelings of his fellow man.
He who rises just to kill.
A teenage mom strung out on pills.

A baby born into withdrawal
The stillborn never lived at all.
Mother of whom took her life
A husband grieving for his wife.
Like romeo and Juliet.
He puts the barrel to his head.

A list of things we hate to be
Yet everywhere we look you see.
The world is not a happy place,
and rarely are we ever safe.

While their hearts grow cold and bare,
The best of us begin to care.
But caring changes not a thing
No matter what the words you sing.
But maybe if you change yourself
Than you could impact something else.

The ritual (poem)

Where emerald pillars once had stood,
The ground began to crack.
Amidst the masses, clothed in hoods
The closest stumbled back.
The air grew sour, thick and dry.
Many would cower, the crowd grew shy.

In the crack was dropped a seed.
And one by one they lined to bleed.
With onyx knives they tore the skin.
Till every member had given in.
Their sacrifice of running life.
That each had spilled.
To seal the night.

Than out the cracks began to grow,
A darkened plant was rising slow.
Soon it towered over we.
It’s flowers start to bloom and bleed.
At first the crowd began to cheer.
But excitement soon was blurred by fear.
The closest to the plant had dropped.
The bulb upon the plant had popped.
Revealing tendrils, fire and teeth.
Upon our men the beast did feast.

Back into the ground it curled.
We hoped that it had left our world.
The few of us who made it out.
Had never spoke of or about.
The cult who had so instantly
Been killed off by the demon seed.

Adfectantibus Romanis Cantor

Adfectantibus Romanis Cantor

Adfectantibus Romanis Cantor
— Read on chaotickblisse.com/2019/03/27/adfectantibus-romanis-cantor/

another poem from our episodic verse project chaotick bliss!