PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

You know that old phrase, that old cliché,

That we may carry the world all upon our shoulders?

Well, I have dived deep for answers, answers, 

And I know that much is true---whether for you

As separate individuals (as much as that seems

To stray from my philosophy of a singularity,

Which would mean it's all my fault, although

That's what this message means---is all about),

Decide for yourself... But I can claim the soul

Of its substance myself, in this oblivion of disarray,

Nonsense, and crazed chaos, to be true enough,

And it doesn't help that I know myself to be

Thus reaping of evil deeds, done by the maelstroms

Of those who follow delusion and its own Feed.

Stop, stop, cease searching for glory, the inevitably

Gory hieroglyphs and those bright red dreams,

Blood streaming from corpses and satanic seed

Regenerating infinitely; I mean, please, do the world

Some justice; the fiend of dystopian darkness

Shouldn't veil over us, in a mist and cloud of abyss.