My Verses Speak

My verses speak Speak of hard rock And granite fires Here Dawn Coming Holding Sheath For War: Blood Be In My Head For Mother's day Be coming And blood be in my head And pain with it Arrived: Here the plain be level And yet it be of iron Fire emerges from it Every time you tread it: Into the fortress of the Mind Brain Thoughts gather with time Thought upon thought And the confirmation of Time as Emperor Time of in the Inescapable Time of the Inevitable The sump within the mouth Of the thirsting Poet The churning mini waves gulping Gulping down: The flow of bubbles going up The vortex of a Soul Not whispering Yet roaring raring slow Pain be of me as thirst be of me There was enough to be a saint There was enough of suffering The treading of the thorns The threading on the fires Glowing Glowing martyrdom And… And.. I have thought I have thirsted I have suffered… The granite rocks still fire And the caves below burn I scent the acrid smoke And spreading over the waters Below A cloud of cinders… Say Say I have thought I have suffered I have walked Time sarcastic smiles as Overlord