Bending WIll.

May 18 A to Z Poetry Challenge:

Another day of this,
Bending to your will,
Completely,
Divided by,
Everyone’s differing views,
Full of themselves,
Given the choices,
Held onto by hope,
I have let go,
Just recently,
Killed that hope,
Lost that dream,
Made it to doorway,
Never turned the key,
Open anyway for me,
Please just let me see,
Quickly now,
Rightfully,
Show the pages,
To me,
Under oath,
Viciously,
Watered down versions,
Xeroxed into truth,
Your falsified poetry,
Zealotry through words.

Weekly Challenge May4 – Duets – “Hell’s Hand Satchels”

Written by Mockingbird Down and Americana Injustica

“Why do we sit at this table, my Friend?
in the back of the bar behind the pirate’s curtain,
I believe that we somehow have each been,
on separate paths to the same trouble, again;
these kinds of places mean only one thing,
the scars on our faces are rather telling,
now let’s drink and divulge in our comradery,
but, why is it that your hands are trembling?”

“Don’t sip so fast, my dear. My hands only
tremble because of the quieted rage I have grabbing
at my chest. Can you see them, love?
The demons of the bastards and the whores as they
laugh and squeal in time to each others bleating?
I have brought us here, for clear and precise reasons,
and your scars will only serve you well by the time
the reckoning has begun. It is a very beautiful night.”

“Aye – you’re right; what a perfected, star-filled sky,
epochs in time, they still shine – a shrine to you and I,
a luminary mapping of the vengeance in your eyes,
a twinkling mirror image of the bastards that must die;
Now sit back and let your chains down, my friend,
indulge in the strength of our unity, once again,
we both know how it goes: it’s us against them,
in an infinite war for the Hell that we find comfort in.”

“You speak truth. I have grown weary of these chains
and the weight they add to my steps. My shoulders have
become accustomed to carrying burden of injustice; Hell’s
hand satchels; filled with the names of the hunted horsemen
who failed to do what we must do. But – I share this load with you;
my kin both in the infected shadows, and in the guileful light.
Intoxication it is, my friend, both of the mind and of the body.
Tonight we watch the stars unfold, and light the way for morning.”

Week of May 1st Beasts of Articulation Interactive Challenge – “Duets”.

Week of May 1st Beasts of Articulation Interactive Challenge – “Duets”
For the upcoming week, Beats of Articulation will be posting duets written by members with a Poe-esque feel to them. Look out for them in the week ahead – they will titled accordingly! Thanks for reading and we hope you enjoy them! ❤

The Mirror Sestet Challenge: “Cat’s Tongue”

Cat’s Tongue

Thunderous were the nights that left our minds blind,
blind were the eyes – the voices of the Gods: thunderous,
Gone are the days in which we wore genuine smiles,
smiles that layered us with the dust of good days, long gone,
Time has been cruel and rough as a dried-out cat’s tongue,
tongue the inside of my many painful snapshots in time.

Behind shadows and darkness, the light will still shine,
shine down upon the carcasses of ourselves we’ve left behind,
Beneath the ocean’s swaying swells that lull the deepest divide,
divide the difference – multiply, delete what remains beneath,
Blind to the cohesive fabric connecting us along an invisible line,
line up the pawns and the rooks and the knights, the royalty is blind.