The Grand Eulogy by ~DanielBenfield
Blue Rain Blue rain drops uponBlue Rain by ~DanielBenfield
my uncovered head...
I walk amongst the
aqua droplets a depressed
man, for one of my comrades
betrayed me to our enemy...
I fled, staying with a
comrade far away, but
once every month the
storm that drenched me
that horrid night returns...
And every Midnight I
walk between the droplets,
recalling the day...
My face turns to one of
anger, for that man remains
alive, ever taunting me...
"One day, he shall meet his end...
and it shall be through me."
It is not enough to write It is not enough to put the words on pageIt is not enough to write by ~Taralitha
or to align them like cocaine lines
in neat rows of cornstalk paragraphs
fertile enough to bear reviews.
No. One must bleed each period,
each dot-dot-dot like morse code mythology
the Gallic cry at the end of the telegraph age.
It must become an ocean in you, these voices
swelling to tidal highs, and quiet - never.
You the new folkteller, urban prophet
who can call to battle anyone with eyes.
Ooze it like sap spilling down the bark.
It is not enough to write.
One must expire with each keystroke,
endlessly. It must come from the bowels.
Purge it as infection leaking out of skin;
lance
Mind you, it's since been put back where it was and doesn't give me pain, so that's always a plus.
Sta.sh
