fisher king's wasteland

should i compare that to the summer's thrust? that was not lovely, nor quite temperate no winds did shake the giant trees august, and summer's stride hath all too long a gate: today too hot the eye of heaven shone, though oft' was his dank cloud complexion dimm'd; and every sweat from head did downward run, by chance or wind's gust's changing course untrimm'd: but this eternal summer shall not fade nor lose possession: global warming growest; but shall death drag us wandering to his shade, when to eternal tombs our time doth flowest: so long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, so long lives this, which warns of death to thee. [ original post ]

this time, as i close my eyes i'm ready for my judge heavy sentence already served i, smiling, bear no grudge i stand here still at water’s edge of childhood, listening to the beach the rolling waves, the seagull screams that i called home, and out of reach i am that worthy sinner an unrepentant heathen for my god is He you bow before my soul, forever mine how many deaths can one man die before he can be called a man? i will remain, inside of you i will live on, though not the same i've climbed tall mountains, once above sat washed by clouds and dried by winds then looked to see i'd gone nowhere there are no tops, but only bends i place coins of love on grief’s eyes for this last breath, my funeral pyre so many moments will combust into this whirlwind phoenix fire i stretch my demon wings my halo shimmers gold i reach above, and reach below returning to the world of old [ original ]