Withering Scenery

Withering Scenery

Past the combined disarray of lucid thoughts that await

Into the field of orchids where paths intertwined and relate

Born from a solemn dread, lateral like the thread

Being weaved into the coat that blankets the spread

Of decay in the glimpse of the field

But the opaque snowflakes blanket and shield

In vivid patterns and a maternal wake

They provide shelter for the infant’s sake

Wilted petals scattered across

Awaiting the blossoming, it comes with a loss

Patterns in the ivy that are deprived

Sustenance from the sun and its perpetual shine

And the harvest beckons a meal so grand

It brings smiles to the face of children upon demand

Who are we to deny them, or deprive them

Or drive them from the asylum of the roots that stem

Amongst our path, they grow to provide the shelter above

It is they that compose our domicile thereof

In their infancy they beckon a myriad of life

A plethora of stillborn vengeance and strife

Purging Silence

Allowing corruption to drip upon their faces

Blind to the true intentions marked, deliberate, blatant

Murdering for aliment, petroleum, carnage inflicted

All follow this stench of decay, so easily infected

With our technology, we our gods in our own respect

The power of giants we wield, and any danger easily detect

A vast dread shall soon befall, the end will be at hand

A conflagration will spread, one that shall be welcomed by the land

We should embrace our existence and treasure tomorrow

For when it comes it brings signs of a somber sorrow

Must the innocent perish just as the sinners shall taste

Or wake up to a barren plain laid to waste

Once clad in a veil of deceit

Exposed to the bitter cold of truth, an arduous feat

Pain, it shall rain from the heavens so grand

Overwhelming human emotion as it spreads across the land

Toil with our technology, cunning and conniving

As hopeless as it may seem, we remain, striving

It is an inevitable pain, one we cannot sway

Our achievements have made us gods, now to whom should we pray

Chaos

I am the turmoil babbled by the whispering wind

I am the tick that steals your essence to no end

The essence, at its furthest point, of eternal blight

Its true intentions, it is I it wishes to smite

Living precariouslY on the brink of demise

Little hope, I predict, will be left to surmise

Now gaze into me, an abyss that is bleak and hollow

Is there any notion of remorse for one to follow

But alas, it seems as though another persona dares defy

Our nature, that which is inseparable, I await to hear her cry

I stare vacantly across the artery unbound

Unsure of the very passage that I deem necessary to mound

Fretfully I lingered, awaiting a sign to revive my assurance

Patiently I trekked over the plains, the sun devouring my endurance

The hours brought only hunger, and the piercing chill

Struck down by the thirst, nothing is left to fulfill

Is human nature but a huge weight upon the soul

A plague upon Earth, one that stains her essence as a whole

Cradled in my arms I slew my faith that was tattered and bare

And just as Dante before the Inferno, I abandoned what hope I had left to spare

Lost Horizons

I arose, ashen and merged with the soil

Aghast to the changes in my plan, how the mortals toil

With my paradise, my perception of nirvana

Perhaps I was blinded, eluded by the flora and the fauna

Now an outcast exiled into darkness, but once clad in light

Dismal recollections, an aura that eludes and speaks of delight

My place rests no longer here, to my creation the key to fate I yield

The cogs of fate I choose no longer to wield

For I may be shunned in their blind eyes

I shall still watch, I love my children, despite my current guise

Juxtaposed are our fates, intertwined and merged

A dialogue with three, I am bound by no story toLd

Beyond legend and a marvel in stature

Dread the day when I endow the rapture

Equate me with the shadow that emerges even in the night

Decrepit yet vast in its perpetual might

I look forward to these infinite possibilities

With so much at my disposal and so few inconsistencies

I am the traveler in this garden of hope you surmise

Marvel as I bring with me the pyre that burns in disguise

Writhing Embers

With a good intentions but murderous wrath

The pyre ensues, self destruction at last

Unable to repent for past sins, feeble and bare

Hoping to grasp remorse, it is shed to no avail

The putrid smell of flesh encompasses the air

It asphyxiates and drowns you in your solemn despair

Where is our technology at our moment of peril

It abandoned us in dire need, like the animals we became, so feral

A witness to my own diminishing, ashes spread, to always remember

Only to be carried along…by the wind, as it and the rain dismiss the writhing embers

I watched the inferno rage

I watched with a kindred spirit, perhaps from the dire age

Pity how I shed a smile, one of forgetfulness and faith for a reprisal

One shed knowing there will be a second chance, despite any denial

It was too late to cleanse their souls

Now its time to recreate, Genesis once again to be told

A portrait sketched of how to create anew

From the infernal ashes, let man spew

Hands submerged inside the man making sand

But for now…I shall let the meek inherit the land

Epilogue

I shall not be so easily disposed of, recall

My pension for destruction precedes my fall

I shall arise, through the chromosomes of those beckoned for a greater cause…

For I am the rancid odor that lingers above the Earth

I am the leech that drains you from birth

I am the withheld by neither boundary nor sin

And my reputation shall spread

...With the progression of the whispering wind

Edit: The GA ended, but if you still like to read :)