BBS Poetry

Mindragon's Poetry


059
By   : MINDRAGON
Subj : A poem.....

    i wake  to my death
  ina a garden
  rotting flowers
 is living not fatal?

  does not
  death define life?
 and living
 give death meaning?

 We are trapped
 in ourselves
 the maulderpot slag
 of history
 formed again
 by a smiths hammer
 smithy of humankind


 the hammer, us
 the forger, man........


 eric-sama

068
By   : MINDRAGON
Subj : A poem of mine...

Vastness before me
finete at my back
shifting colors
changing sounds

I brood
stable
in chaos
gone and back again

Sights i see
words to describe i lack
grey torward new polers
citizen of many strange towns

aren't we all nude
labeled
death, nay loss
on a infinitesimal plane

After all
we're only human
AREN'T WE!?
AREN'T WE???

---Eric Hirt

077
By   : MINDRAGON
Subj : Armageddon Legion

I watch, onmy platform of air,
the army pass left to right.
tireless solders, all flowing
like a immortal river.

On, the line goes
wearing the road ever deeper
forests around the path, silent,
grim solders that do not talk.

Dark bird alights on my shoulder
murmuring in my ear.
I deploy it again,
waiting for a reply.

Wings of light, land
i hear, i listen
bird caws
ATTACK

I smile, and wave my hand.
solders smile back.
Army remains quiet no longer,
singing lewd ballads.

ATTACK
the order has come
ATTACK
rejoice, the time is here!

Thunder sounds.
I jump, startled.
Smiling, i return to sleep,
blinding bird, flutters at my window.


---Eric Hirt(me)

079
By   : MINDRAGON
Subj : Edge of Infinity

I race against infinity
far in the lead
holy trinity
life, death, and creed
 
Heart of glass
gilded by steel
you are crass
if you think i cannot feel

your sword
cuts deep my soul
but i am lord
for i remain whole

Obsessed with mortality
doomed to life
living is a fatality
veteran of eternal strife

My race is run
the greatist of the best
my life is done
lay me to rest...


lay me to rest...

---Eric Hirt