History of Legend

 

The captain by painting with brush strokes a song from his blood 

reveals an egg-speckled voice the cantos of rhythms have captured

soaking into the canvas of bandages a multi-colored flagon

with a puddle of paint as a singular alphabet molded into a serpent 

 showcasing one character easy to spell out a one word story with

the history of legend once again threatened to rupture

  if only the strength of conviction lent to articulation 

 could produce the bright tone of a cascading harmonic

 reflecting a saint captured in a lenticular portrait 

  without succumbing to any disease cast from Hell 

 to focus a blurred glory into sharp contrast to defend 

 the intent we'd originally agreed upon together here

  having been meant to carry us through any sort of storm 

  that may arise during our relentless journey there.  

 

 

Curtains of Division

  

 When the bitter ending lights out of the draperies that hang in a shroud

 breaking from distributions with a disunion of detachment 

in putrefaction and fragmentation of demoralization's dissolution 

from the centralization of hope and our disintegration's will part of 

selection and choice when it comes to a favorite natural preference 

like when discretion demands 'a cup of tea' then what's the point 

of having catalogued the reference to shadows creeping along 

the well hidden walls in the umbrage of the folds of power when

amid the hanging curtains of division in deference we may begin again?