Richard Davies
By
Adam Levon Brown
Whispers of Death
The candle is lit;
And the serendipitous
Moment shone high
Through the mountains
Call it fate
Call it destiny
Call it a journey to
The side of life that few
Have cared to notice
Call it whatever you want,
But never doubt its power over you
All who have felt its chilled embrace
Have seen the visage of a torn down idol
Catching Holding
Praying Hoping
Living Dying
Dying
Dying
Dying
Dying
The pursuit of Joy
The crimson stain
of a blood once filled
with power
Has regurgitated onto
the floor of regret
The platelets drip
into the sewer of
identity crises
The platelets drip
into the mouth
of syphilitic vampires
Mountains are moved
daily while Sisyphus
struggles with one rock
At the bottom of the hill
is where all life begins
and ends
Newness and freshness in phrase, catches.
Both pieces are brilliantly executed most imflammatory missiles delivered dead centre where it belongs. Highly entertaining and squeezing my chest with a sudden onset of anxiety and somehow through all that I hear your lingering whisper..."don't you know it"! . Bravo Adam!