I Feel a Poem Coming On

I Feel A Poem

Coming On

And On

And On

And On

And On

I have inner  drive

Equal to a heard

Of frightened

Elephants

And then

What would One

Expect from the words

They red just before the brain

In their head said so more please NO MORE

Moist is the new dry that soothes the inner skin of thought

Only an earthly swallow's morning song can carry the load of

an over weight brain to it's final resting place amongst the earth-worm's

Dark Domain

Vengeance

Never crossed

The borders of the

Two worlds, but the twist

of the turbulent wake will swiftly

deal a crushing blow and the sound of

Valor, and the Feel of Victory will share in

The glow of the silver lining that feeds the hungry

Travelers

Can it be that the end is just around the bend of the broken arrow

That follows the path without a point

The glory of the coming, shall

accompany each and every

word that ends the

incomplete

sentence

That serves as the binding link that connects us all to the hidden

Truth that lay before the soul. Waiting.....Wanting...

To be discovered.

Inch by inch

The fine silk thread

Weaves the net to catch

The fallen bits that break from

The once whole, but crumbling over 

Cooked Crust

The smell of burnt spirits, that tried desperately to slam on their  

Brakes, now cast a shadow of shimmering dark

Particles upon their intoxicated

Organized Existence

Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 
Twelfth Day

 Of The First Month

In the Year Two Thousand And Fifteen

AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter

iambigbang.blogspot.com

michaelenglmann@shaw.ca