The World is Painted Black

(Day 1)

I pulled down the silver string,
Rolled up the curtain of creamed snow.
Before me
the world is painted black.
At the corner of my eye
there was the golden spark,
But the victory or death tonight
vanished the glow in the dark.

The generosity of this truth
hasn't been this paramount,
this sharp,
Cutting my sorrow in million pieces.
Will my hope ever reunite?
As I lie down thinking
about the sapling:
Why wouldn't he let it grow?
Let it grow.
Please let it grow.

Third day backwards,
third limbo above Earth,
in a funeral march
I was weeping,though,
for someone who wasn't there.
Pearls without color -
my eyes were too familiar of them,
and so was the world
painted in black.

Needless to say
the funeral march went on.
In a tomb cold as death
I was there.
The tomb - there was no
hint of blackness,
and no sign of corpse,
but I wish I was dead.

- Toto

COMFORT OF AN ENEMY

This casket
is larger than a
shoebox
with walls of stained
sheepskin;
is so much like me,
either a friend
or an enemy...
I notice
for over a year now

I'm not dead
but inside this casket
i live
moving around
basked with independence
and solitude
in other words,
I am a
prisoner.

Today
this casket is a friend
though the world
outside is
so much of an enemy
in a way
I so much like,
in a way
the bullets fires
and explotion
of bombs
are music to my ears
when they hit
the solid ground..

inside my cell
I am safe
in my usual corner
I will succumb
to the demand of
my deteriorating strength...
to the comfort of my grave.

- Toto

The Tower

this is a poem by MarkN originally posted as a comment to one of my blogs.

In every Church, a Sinner.
Every God, a Fascist.
Every Priest, a Pedophile,
& every Saint is a Terrorist.
For every Prayer is Guilt.

Masses of Hypocrisy,
Devotion to Ignorance,
Culture of Genocide,
Lust for Oppression,
Undying Faith in Slavery
Is Life not Free?

An Orgasm to every Pig in Funeral,
As would a Whore to a Nun
& a Crucifix for every Injustice
That they have done.

An Empire of Greed
with an Institution for Hunger,
Monopoly on Abuse ,
& Charity on Compassion.

Another Religion,
Another War.
Another Victim falls to the Ground.

Another Slave,
to Fall its Knees on the Floor
with a Grenade on one Hand,
The enemy’s Cock on the other.

Bullets to Separate Borders,
Rivers that divide Mountains,
Wombs to give birth for Corpses
Cries of Unrestrained Anger,

from Below..
Underneath..
From 6 Feet Under..
To Walk the shattered glass on the Concrete

A Hammer to SMASH it's Symbol of Power,
& Angels to Dance on the Ruins..

-unitedbychaos@yahoo.com