TheLizardKingMike
03-27-2006, 10:47 PM
Do you know the warmth of darkness?
Or the chill of the sun?
Do you know that lunatics
Are running our prisons?
Meat factories overrun
With the stench
Of death
How to incorporate death
Into the midnight program?
Death on the television screen
Which your child thrives upon
Death, deep enigma
Which makes me write
Words have the power
The power to hurt
The power to heal
Sentence after sentence
Verse upon verse
I can bring you death
Or something worse
I can forgive my injuries for enlightenment
To gain entry
Into my pillowed
House of wisdom
To open my door of creation
To unleash the overbearing
Intense light
My wounds are brought well
With the therapy of prose
Words can be stones and arrows
And can tear gashes
With sudden flashes
Of pain
Did you know
That strings of letters
Held so much?
That can reach things
Never touched?
It’s all true
If you believe it
Or the chill of the sun?
Do you know that lunatics
Are running our prisons?
Meat factories overrun
With the stench
Of death
How to incorporate death
Into the midnight program?
Death on the television screen
Which your child thrives upon
Death, deep enigma
Which makes me write
Words have the power
The power to hurt
The power to heal
Sentence after sentence
Verse upon verse
I can bring you death
Or something worse
I can forgive my injuries for enlightenment
To gain entry
Into my pillowed
House of wisdom
To open my door of creation
To unleash the overbearing
Intense light
My wounds are brought well
With the therapy of prose
Words can be stones and arrows
And can tear gashes
With sudden flashes
Of pain
Did you know
That strings of letters
Held so much?
That can reach things
Never touched?
It’s all true
If you believe it