Autumn Crocus

 

When the heart is empty, the mind might focus

To find, a fiery fate, with the Autumn Crocus 

Although the thought is toxic, like an acid kiss

Nothing else will matter, if not being, is bliss

A clock stops ticking, when there's a broken cog

And reality's a phantom, when it's milling fog

For if the eyes cannot see, a course, to guide 

There's no way ahead, that's not death defied

If there's no aroma, when the flowers bloom

The only time that is left, is a time, too soon

For to feed on a harvest, that's poison laced

Is bitter, though sweet, in it's burning haste

When those, apparitions, were never there

The soul is lost, like an unanswered prayer 

And without reason, the mind, won't focus

As the body gorges, on the Autumn Crocus 

Poetry From The Darkside

 

Evil monsters lurk within and they lurk to reap

They're in my mind and they're mine to keep 

They'll hide from light, but when darkness grows 

They'll whisper incantations, in lines of prose

They're always there, but not well defined

But the spells they cast, are to blow my mind 

They're cloak and dagger, unreal, but stark

And so grotesque, they'll manifest the dark 

They feed off nightmares, they feed off fear

I can hear their vile verses, for they are here

Their poetry from the darkside, is meant for me

For in my direst reveries, there's a hanging tree