Jib Peter
By
Adam Levon Brown
Seeds of Doubt
I am the spider
weaving the web
of hypocrisy made
by your moral absolution
Little do you know
that you are caught
in the fragments of
glass from the shattered
Mirror that you discarded
into the refuse pile
outside of your home
I am the jet black
juggernaut of crippling
guilt that you hide behind
a smile of pearls
Little do you know that
I scratch and gnaw at
your psyche with every
breath you take
I am the picture
of your ex that you burned
wildly while dancing in the
flames of cruelty
Little do you know
that rebirth is inevitable,
and the hourglass is almost
empty
My time is now.
Death and Rebirth
Torn from the wreckage
of a life filled with turmoil
While mourning in the
bleak December rains about
Mistakes in the face of
Tribulation, rendering scars
That would make anyone
tear up at the mere sight.
When roses of hope bloom,
we will see the true face of freedom
Scream its fire into the hearts
of humankind, unrelenting in
Its sincerity to carve new paths
upon the psyche of the human condition
Which listens to whispers of a new beginning
pounding upon the ear drums of inevitability
Wow! Excellent use of imagery. Both really great pieces! Fabulous writing. Simply love his play on words. I am a Big fan of his work.