Dregs

trap. · 02-03-2013, 04:55 PM

Name: Dregs[/size]
Reps: HHI

Title: Atrophy

Kaleidoscopes collide and rove, dying hues in sync
move and mingle spiraling till skies suffuse with pink.
A ruby set in astral inlay, bound and loosed in ink
cues the sinking day and surrounds my muse in mink.
I peruse this soothing singular Roman candle flicker
light-showdown at high tide, for lion's heart in my pride.
The purity that I've spied on the raven-winged clouds
exudes malaise but dupes the praise that the craven sing out.
Dusk is a cave in without the death life reverts to.
Its why it hurts to tow the line between our vice and virtue.
It's firmament, a chapel roof assailed and impaled
or burned if it'll crack into the knell of a bell
Tolled to extol sunsets that we've failed to regale.
Paying penance with wooden crosses nailed to the frail.
My sky turns the shade of red desires have to be.
A higher rapture rescinded, a sapphire atrophied.

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Title: Mutiny of The Lamb

Life as constant query’s been a dominant theme
The storms fury sullied but the calm of it cleaned
I’ve seen the blood fall after Christ was tethered
I’ve seen lambs revolt and sacrifice the shepherd
This acrid ice I’ve weathered? A cause we know at most is
the skeleton of a future, with osteoporosis
Laws dethroned, a gross mislay to deter our atonement
so I goad this pale horse, with a spur of the moment
rhythmic diatribe, of my mind that by and by
seems to be a world.. that only I abide
See man has morphed to sheep; soon sheep will morph to lemming
Omen’s four-pence pending cliff, hope our course of ending’s swift
My endorphins, lending lift, hide the voluntary
confession I’ve no answers, just the commentary
A billion birthed, one survived, no one knew, tons surmised
Many left, some arrived, all want the moral summarized.

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Title: "In A Scent"

I think I’ll rest a bit, then maybe leave the nest if
weather warrants flight and Self is feeling festive
Oft the two feud, but never coincide,
but tonight the hearths disturbed, the embers glow inside
Winding up my clock, putting lube to piston
Time enough to walk, and not elude the instant
Memory moves within scent, aware of it I
can smell yesterday, on the air of the night
I pine for the loss, lost deep in the lumber
and remember sweaty sweet Texas sleep in the summer
A wagon red with rust, inside the men we can be
Encroaching adolescence, a bag of penny candy
Tadpoles in a coffee can, a toy father bought me and
boys oblivious to the tick and the tock
Always count on age to twist and thicken the thought
and on present day to place the pick in the lock
I’ll kill a lonely moment, then ache to bring it back
I’ll allow my wounds to heal but keep my broken wing intact
I’ll keep my keepsakes to give breath to the bygone
And task remembrance to catalog the scents.

02-03-2013, 04:55 PM	#1
trap. Senior Citizen Join Date: Aug 1997 Posts: 3,870 Battle Record: 4-3 Rep Power: 0	Dregs Name: Dregs[/size] Reps: HHI Title: Atrophy Kaleidoscopes collide and rove, dying hues in sync move and mingle spiraling till skies suffuse with pink. A ruby set in astral inlay, bound and loosed in ink cues the sinking day and surrounds my muse in mink. I peruse this soothing singular Roman candle flicker light-showdown at high tide, for lion's heart in my pride. The purity that I've spied on the raven-winged clouds exudes malaise but dupes the praise that the craven sing out. Dusk is a cave in without the death life reverts to. Its why it hurts to tow the line between our vice and virtue. It's firmament, a chapel roof assailed and impaled or burned if it'll crack into the knell of a bell Tolled to extol sunsets that we've failed to regale. Paying penance with wooden crosses nailed to the frail. My sky turns the shade of red desires have to be. A higher rapture rescinded, a sapphire atrophied. ----------------------------------- Title: Mutiny of The Lamb Life as constant query’s been a dominant theme The storms fury sullied but the calm of it cleaned I’ve seen the blood fall after Christ was tethered I’ve seen lambs revolt and sacrifice the shepherd This acrid ice I’ve weathered? A cause we know at most is the skeleton of a future, with osteoporosis Laws dethroned, a gross mislay to deter our atonement so I goad this pale horse, with a spur of the moment rhythmic diatribe, of my mind that by and by seems to be a world.. that only I abide See man has morphed to sheep; soon sheep will morph to lemming Omen’s four-pence pending cliff, hope our course of ending’s swift My endorphins, lending lift, hide the voluntary confession I’ve no answers, just the commentary A billion birthed, one survived, no one knew, tons surmised Many left, some arrived, all want the moral summarized. -------------------- Title: "In A Scent" I think I’ll rest a bit, then maybe leave the nest if weather warrants flight and Self is feeling festive Oft the two feud, but never coincide, but tonight the hearths disturbed, the embers glow inside Winding up my clock, putting lube to piston Time enough to walk, and not elude the instant Memory moves within scent, aware of it I can smell yesterday, on the air of the night I pine for the loss, lost deep in the lumber and remember sweaty sweet Texas sleep in the summer A wagon red with rust, inside the men we can be Encroaching adolescence, a bag of penny candy Tadpoles in a coffee can, a toy father bought me and boys oblivious to the tick and the tock Always count on age to twist and thicken the thought and on present day to place the pick in the lock I’ll kill a lonely moment, then ache to bring it back I’ll allow my wounds to heal but keep my broken wing intact I’ll keep my keepsakes to give breath to the bygone And task remembrance to catalog the scents.