Sing Horror Visions
© Surazeus
2018 12 05
We run through city streets all day and night
still chasing random hopes of perfect light
to grow beyond this shell of rancid flesh
and play the superhero on the news.
Your silly poems that no one understands
disgrace true poetry of ancient lands,
but dance all night with wild fire of the moon
then you can break through to the other side.
We howl in forest of the ancient gods
to show your saviors are but greedy frauds
whose priests now scam you with the pretty lie
that we will live forever after death.
Your private cliques of poets you admire
your gatekeepers protect as you conspire
to keep the petty prizes for yourselves
and praise each other for your precious verse.
We blow loud trumpets of excessive chants
to expose castle clique with mocking rants
how you decide what poems are good or bad
though no one but you reads your cutesy odes.
Your pompous courtiers in your private club
declare your scribbles as amazing verse
but we see through your pathetic attempts
to appear more wise with mawkish proverbs.
We crack mirror portals to Other World
so when Orpheus leads us back from Hell
we soar on wings of Icarus to Heaven
where we share insight through epiphanies.
Your fractured concepts in thin enjambed lines
say nothing though you pretend to be wise
so get drunk on fruit from heart-tangled vines
and sing horror visions blazing your eyes.
© Surazeus
2018 12 05
We run through city streets all day and night
still chasing random hopes of perfect light
to grow beyond this shell of rancid flesh
and play the superhero on the news.
Your silly poems that no one understands
disgrace true poetry of ancient lands,
but dance all night with wild fire of the moon
then you can break through to the other side.
We howl in forest of the ancient gods
to show your saviors are but greedy frauds
whose priests now scam you with the pretty lie
that we will live forever after death.
Your private cliques of poets you admire
your gatekeepers protect as you conspire
to keep the petty prizes for yourselves
and praise each other for your precious verse.
We blow loud trumpets of excessive chants
to expose castle clique with mocking rants
how you decide what poems are good or bad
though no one but you reads your cutesy odes.
Your pompous courtiers in your private club
declare your scribbles as amazing verse
but we see through your pathetic attempts
to appear more wise with mawkish proverbs.
We crack mirror portals to Other World
so when Orpheus leads us back from Hell
we soar on wings of Icarus to Heaven
where we share insight through epiphanies.
Your fractured concepts in thin enjambed lines
say nothing though you pretend to be wise
so get drunk on fruit from heart-tangled vines
and sing horror visions blazing your eyes.
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