Epitaph

The wall on which the prophets wrote Is cracking at the seams. Upon the instruments if death The sunlight brightly gleams. When every man is torn apart With nightmares and with dreams, Will no one lay the laurel wreath As silence drowns the screams. Between the iron gates of fate, The seeds of time were sown, And watered by the deeds of those Who know and who are known; Knowledge is a deadly friend When no one sets the rules. The fate of all mankind I see Is in the hands of fools. Confusion will be my epitaph. As I crawl a cracked and broken path If we make it we can all sit back and laugh. But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying, Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying.

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Nov 08, 2025

Waiting for a word Never heard A word that lie in Between the lines Of a poem that died Seconds before it materialized Like a foreign sound from An unknown town - it makes the earth go round and Around A chair in her room was a tower From where she was watching She peeled through the window And spinned Opened the door, said; Come inside Do you see what you like Do you like what you see Come walk with me for a while My child There's a word I have heard And it's deeply absurd - The rhythm among you and the Rhythm within, have traveled 'long The same road while you've Wondered where you've been. The seed of an old star Is the beat of a new The stones you choose to turn Holds the karma you earn And if boredom is joy, you're a Stranger - a toy in The hands of the few Of the ones you once knew If it's all just a game - Every day remains the same

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 24, 2025