Frozen chants curdling

Frozen chants curdling

24 July 2016

 

Sinking ships

Into oblivion

They seep slow

Like white ink

Inverted Chinese painting

Drawing my heart’s lines

 

The winter

Crawled up in my spring

In Ending

Beginning

Unreachable changeling

Historical rhymes

 

Church bell chimes

My viscosity

Seeping through

Praying knees

The hands sunken thunderbolts

In altars’ steep wells

 

Woodcutter

My proud branches fells

I am tree

High in skies

The clouds whisper to me sighs

Of forgotten times

 

Withered leaves

Count pages’ rustle

As the ground

Gathers bunch

Avid jaws of Time now crunch

Remnants of my bark

 

They will me

Frozen chants curdling

Upon lips

Lost in pleas

The chest heaving with the wheeze

Renewed consumption

 

Reading of the poem: 

You are my Winter – Dillon

The Unknown – Dillon

Texture of my Blood – Dillon

Renew my essence

Renew my essence

28 August 2015

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The days leaked by slow

Decomposition of me

Like clocks that wind down

.

Insanity froze

In recognition of throes

That distilled heart’s blood

.

Time came to standstill

I, serene and unperturbed

Whipped up all hell’s fires

.

In between spaces

That misspelt meanings of me

My words lay out bold

.

I touched not the hours

Seeping through my fleeting hands

That no land could rake

.

Wisps of flesh stood stark

Between the more and the core

Labyrinth of shapes

.

Thoughts of all came loose

As mind floated on river

That in my heart flows

.

This burden was mine

A closed backpack to open

Treasures not to keep

.

Dissolve the stories

Written with blue veins’ bold ink

That had soaked me down

.

Renew my essence

Carve out the undetermined

Let it now be freed

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