By Lightning We Shall Fall

The Hound's Way - Jesse Robertson

Many years ago and this day
A great forest flowered as ever May
Ever enchanted, cursed and blessed
An ancient oak grew strong
A distant wolf alone howled long
One day hot and of wet air
Lone wolf wandered, glazed glare
Weary of the hunting trail
Seeking shade, one tired, one failed
Grove of the Oak he found
Ancient Kings shadow upon the ground
Finding rest
Temporary nest
“Clear mist, wearied wolf,” said Oak
Whisper from above, the ancient one spoke
“The mist is Blinding”, replied Wolf Lone
“My seeds are buried unsown”
Oak stirred “All seeds shall grow in time
For God does not commit such crime.
Why young wolf do you alone sit?
I see scars one cannot not shift
There are many wolves of the forest
Do you not hear their chorus?”
“I hear their wailing cries” Wolf replied
“Do you not hear their spirit died?
They…

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Most People Think Poets Are Trash Blankets, I’m Going To Show Them They Are Witnessing History

Aubrey's Arch

Leaves of grass

and

shards of sin

 
They ridicule

the

highest men

 
Claim

debaucherous

whims

Blasphemous

feats

 
Do they have

any idea

who

these men

have reached?

 
Sticky suit’s

a parasite

Walt

and I

 
CREATORS
 
Time

unfolds

the rest

see you later

 

*Mothers of mayhem breed*

*Fathers of free verse teach*

 

Blasphemous clarity

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