The glass comes filled, with water chilled … a liquid metaphor
The ice cube floats, an icy moat, inside the Waterford
Stir the ice, the ice will melt … absorbed by violent storms
Until the cube, totally consumed… becomes eternal norm
Resolutions to ensure, we have a cure ….to purify the ice
As it melts into, the cosmic stew… with judgement on our vice
The heat is gone, no longer wrong … is stored inside the cube
Judgement passed, and at last … a peaceful solitude
Time corrupts, the water cup… and the general will
restoring order in the universe … quiet, motion still
chaos defaults to natural state… master and the slave
the consequence is large, grotesque … predacious roads, well paved
age has tempered impertinence… quiet moments prevail
soul is energy for the universe … forms the cosmic cocktail
Deism may project another thought …as we stir the murky mix
To the second ring, what will we bring …across the River Styx
Once the flesh, renewal fresh …. like the shedding of a snake
focus on, the path to come ….and the one that you forsake
the voyage becomes a bird, a prey that’s looking down
tracking victims, mountain pass and grassy covered ground
Screams from those, well disposed … the smell of burning flesh
Melting skin, dissolving sin … a soul that shares unrest
Pain and vile, from those exiled …expel the carnal urge
Cannot come in, with all that’s been… trapped inside the cube
Without a respite, or early exit… as you taste the putrid murk
Your eyes convulse, with rapid pulse … fall into the cirque
No way out, despite the shout … the echo of pleading cries
Just one chance left, to fail the guest … and vanquish all the lies
Slip into the tunnel … move closer to the light
once blinded than see clearer…. Seek redemption from your fight
The clarity is frightening … questions of unkindness
easier to not see … embrace the total blindness
There are no clocks, or steady vox …time will just stand still
there are friends we see awash, in this cosmic cocktail
reaching out to touch, fingers clutched …but cannot grab ahold
the cube has not yet melted, purge that which now is old
changes made, to escapades …and conquest in the past
what is done, cannot become… the ice that fills the glass
embrace and touch, the mercy crutch, with those that went before
resolutions long, fix the wrong … so you may enter thru the door
About JackoRecords
Published Baby Boomer Songwriter. Heavy lyrics and prose and story telling ala Bob Dylan, Tom Petty and Jimmy Webb.
Best line for me was …’melting skin, dissolving sin.’ The images you evoked reminded me of Dante’s work, which was a big part of one of Dan Brown’s works/Inferno.
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Great fun to read! But, I’m not sure I want to enter that final door!
Well done!
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All of the above poems are quite lyrical. You described your songs as lyrically heavy, they are! This one in particular, arouse very deep thoughts in a soul like mine! Well done!!
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