I was inspired to write this whilst standing outside on my balcony to get some sun. There was wind blowing and the sun was warm and it was absolutely magnificent! Although the poem may seem gruesome a bit, it carries other deep meanings of which I hope you can find. It is mainly a counter play on the story of King Saul and David.
As the Blade Touches the Throught
Left and right
this army of heaven goes
and past one star
their battlescene can reminice
a gnarled allegience
to no one in particular.
Their swords flash over my head
and as their clink echoes, my
blood turns into water.
My mind can take no more orders
that were lured into my dreams
and made me think of
the hypnotized me,
from a glance our swords kick upward
but on a closer examination
they have not been moving at all.
You told our soldior freinds
that a locket
kept a man hidden from his own destiny
and that the secret he kept
would never rub off.
You told me
that in all your life
you never kept your eyes away
from your own faults
and that the faults of the universe
could all somehow be your own.
Our eyes meet with such a vengance
that I wonder what to do next.
Our swords fling
but I am too quick to answer
“WHERE MUST IT STOP?”
you inquire,
as the blade touches the through,
faults sliping out;
and your last breath:
endlessly the clay puppets dance
on the clay tiles
of the stone turrets
all the people thought that the madmen
escaped again.
I knew that the madmen escaped again. But maybe it was a
trick of light?
These faults you had
but did not know
they wandered for you
and drank from the same cups
and loiterd our streets
and sang.
They, too, were these madmen the
judges speak of, they say,
when the woman will all dance
at the victories of David.
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