It hurt the eyes, blinded by fire yet faith lies in the shadows cast In the corner, folded in dust flurries lie believes that a corner is real as the fire is not. But the walls the walls not real not reality no reality can hold over belief Soft spoken whispers mimic the […]Read more "Whispers in the dark"
I unravel into a revolt to feed the empty black sky with a breath so cold, so sweet, so daring, the effigies recline to their everlasting hiding. I feed the empty black sky. Hither breath so cold, so sweet. So daring that effigies reclined too. They’re everlasting hiding all the untrickled words. Hey […]Read more "While the Gods wait"
Now that I lay all my whispers to the wind, who is sitting on the other end? Who, cross-legged, facing the whirring sun, gasping, with eyes closed is leaning in? Will the Listener hear me, and my morpheme blips? Will they translate, bring meaning to the Listener’s song? Is He or She whistling along? What […]Read more "Thinking it over"
Under the dark brim by over-light I just lay out my bricks, Bend on my broken knee. White tiles soon dredged by dirt. Layered and forgotten. Most beauty does. So I trace the line on your inner thigh, your eyes roll away. The horsehair snaps, the sword falls into the banquet of sin. Sweat […]Read more "The Forked Tongue of the Dragon"
46. So my friend, that is how all this will never end. – What did you say? 47. Rust flakes sink like leaves Curse, curse, curse this day. The lid falls to let out Apate. Her weighted words spread like clouds of cypselae on a dreadful wind. Decay the loom, Equality the thread. […]Read more "A batch of 5"
SCATTERED VOICES: Scattered Voices is a poetry anthology published by Rotting Horse Publishing. The tracks in the playlist (25) are the poems of the talented D.W. Metz that were chosen for this unique anthology. Please follow the link below to hear the great work by the author himself. ALL TRACKS: DISCOVERING DULUOZ: Available on CD (amazon link) […]Read more "poetry readings"
41. When hate draws blood, forgotten tears please fill the world with #love 42. I drew breath from an IPA. Lingering Summer Evening. 43. A blank stare. Pressured nausea inside, turmoil. The teardrop drips on our floor. Something I did 44. Black rows reflecting empty days that have been. Hospital windows. […]Read more "A Batch of 5"