Why, not even a rustler'd have anything to do
With this branded bum steer world
This pirate flag headlong disaster course vessel
Misguided charted this nautical numbskull hull
Sink in silence smoke - blow your chest out in hope
Sits spread-eagle on poor men
Piled high on truth mountain - last speak in clarity's chain
You'll not be thrown but dive and sink
Your pockets filled with earthly burdens
When they could be filled with light and back with wings
The sky is dark in daytime
And still the blackbird's beauty lyrics clean
Sing ye brothers and end this miserable thing
And brush the dark sky in light
And let the moon bell crack and ring
Upon the mast of mercy
For she is a beautiful thing
I watched her cut with clarity
The sea of satan's red rolling water
That stung my eyes with vile vile brine
And clung to the vine that choked mary's only son
God in vain to slaughter
I can't darken your dark cross door no more
The light lovely one with the nothing door
And oh that pours life water
- Don Van Vliet
With this branded bum steer world
This pirate flag headlong disaster course vessel
Misguided charted this nautical numbskull hull
Sink in silence smoke - blow your chest out in hope
Sits spread-eagle on poor men
Piled high on truth mountain - last speak in clarity's chain
You'll not be thrown but dive and sink
Your pockets filled with earthly burdens
When they could be filled with light and back with wings
The sky is dark in daytime
And still the blackbird's beauty lyrics clean
Sing ye brothers and end this miserable thing
And brush the dark sky in light
And let the moon bell crack and ring
Upon the mast of mercy
For she is a beautiful thing
I watched her cut with clarity
The sea of satan's red rolling water
That stung my eyes with vile vile brine
And clung to the vine that choked mary's only son
God in vain to slaughter
I can't darken your dark cross door no more
The light lovely one with the nothing door
And oh that pours life water
- Don Van Vliet
- Member since July 15, 2009.
- I am a 26 year old man (Canada)
- When I'm not writing, I'm dividing by zero.
- I support the site as a silver member
- I have 91 comments, 35 archived poems
My Poetry
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/ Clash soft bones with black glass / Shattering speech against eye-clad shades / Rolled up with your red veins / Thunder booms and tongues dry / Sliding noises slip in twitching pain / I wash my air in diamond skies / Stretched fresh skins140 words, 3 comments, March 10. In Surreal
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80 words, 4 comments, March 8
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/ Growing up with no memories, / A young boy now stands tall. / He had so many dreams... / All of which came to die / One by one. / / One100 words, 3 comments, March 2
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/ Eat your own brain... / Digest memories, / Thoughts and feelings. / Witness your fate... / Touch your biting mind / With dead fingers. /78 words, 1 comment, March 1
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on Black Widow by callman, on March 1Wow! This is really good... A powerful yet dreadful picture of a predator in its nest... I like the double sensed tangents all through your poem and it's all concluded magnificently...
Good work ! I really enjoyed this
Thank you !