4 Poems of Journeys and Exiles

~~Beyond the Endless Corridor~~

Relentless push to destination unseen

The End of The Hall where is my dream

There to find a tunnel built so clandestine

It's been there beneath the ashes of my wake

Now I'm trudging down the corridor I once forsake

Kicking and choking up on every grain of my mistake

I'm moving down this hall so I can come back round to me

So that I can be caked with all my past dirt and I'll no longer see

I will cease to be

Like the snake eating it's tail

Like every carbon always does

If I come around full circle

If my Möbius strip unfolds

Then what ever was?

I found the answer down the hall

It was waiting there in the dust

~~Exiled to A Deserted Exodus~~

Beauty in wastelands; Shivers and golds

In a silent grim we thrash against the holds

I've been past the desert where what once was sea

Paradise gliscened unbound, sparking nothing inside me

Poorly painted salvation smeared on the face of a lunatic clown

With death of my hopes a loathing cracked an infected maw and swallowed me down

A drift adrift oceans of vaporized Moon; The only vortex here is our immortal soul, stirred by monsters we cast to swim

Sun baked air dances before my eyes beyond my hated prison; In Hell men can suffer uncountable deaths, steaming blood intoxicating minds to dim

In exiled exodus somewhere between a palace for the blind and a serpent cave choking on it's own venom, as the mutinous benefactors of my wrath so jaded open me with angry knives, I yearn no more for nirvana of poison womb; A perfect spectrum never seen shines in my intestines, jagged rainbows crackle with spite as they pour free from shattered minds, and as novas of bliss almost forgotten explode all around while piece by piece I am consumed by vengeful hunger my expiration is not a moment of defiance but of acceptance to the all devouring chaos worm that festers at the core of our restless dream

~~Who Were These Bones~~

Bleached by the Sun all the bones of these lands

Corpulent mutant insectoids caressing skulls with their hands

Chittering they dance around relics of our pasts

Not even aware of our testament; Nothing lasts

At night under moon like crickets they play a dirge song

Echo of the catastrophic din the day we went wrong

~~You Have Already Lost~~

Gunpowder scent winding through thick dark... Moonless

Thick as rivulets of crimson sanguine making way to earth

The first duel with the Devil is always the last

Fatal wound tears open the lidless eye

Drawn through a thread balanced on the edge of a knife

Where everything is one and all is none

Ghost walking... Timeless eternal... Subjective reality

To the edge and back... Forever... Amen

The living love the dead

The dead hate the living

...In Purgatory

...In God's country

Life is but a dream

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Hitchhiker]

You have the "voice" of a natural poet, LA Waning. I liked the negative parts of it, well actually everything was involved with negativity. Although I have had my run of being antagonistic and my life is pretty much serene, I still like to read dark poetry. Your poems are dark. You have a good eye for it.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are a amazing writer. I liked all of the poem in this set. Your words alive and strong. Made me want to read again. Thank you for sharing your amazing poetry.
Coyote

[LA Waning]

Thank you so very much Coyote on all your wonderful comments. As a writer who takes pride in his talent they meant so much to me. I will be reading and reviewing more of your work in appreciation soon!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome. I will come back in a few days. I'm in the middle of my four days and 55 hours of work. Thank you for sharing your poetry. It is very good.